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"Damn, Luca you need a blur filter or something," Troy said as he walked past them to his stall, stopping in his tracks. "What the hell happened to you?"

Shane's eyes met Ilya's, then they both looked over to where Luca was standing red-faced under Troy's scrutiny. To be fair, Shane and Ilya hadn't considered how easily Luca might bruise. It made sense, though. His skin was really soft, like a little peach.

"Oh, I…" Luca started.

Troy held up a hand, shaking his head, "Please do not finish that sentence, actually. I'm trying very hard to get rid of the images in my head right now."

Luca clamped his mouth shut and nodded.

Then, he looked over at Ilya and Shane. Which was a stupid decision.

Something passed between them, a shift in the air that even Troy Barrett's dense skull had picked up on because now he was staring at Ilya with narrowed eyes.

We'll talk about this later, some telepathic messaging from Troy said. Whoa, that was kind of cool actually.

Ilya tried to send his own message back: no, we absolutely won't. Go suck a dick and mind your own business and maybe practice hockey did you forget we're supposed to try and win —

But, Troy didn't have any look of acknowledgement, already walking away. Maybe it didn't work. Or, maybe it did and he was ignoring Ilya. It was 50/50.

"Luca, put your shirt on." Ilya instructed, because Luca was still just standing there topless, with finger shaped bruises on his hips and a smattering of bites along his chest and it was a little too much for Ilya to handle. He wasn't even supposed to be looking at Luca in the locker room, the same agreement he had with Shane; Ilya was just a man, a man whose heartbeat controlled his dick. Right now his heart was beating very hard.

He didn't look again to confirm whether or not Luca followed through. He was too busy leaning forward in his stall to softly bang his head against the wood frame.

Not only did Ilya have no desire or intention to discuss his sex life with Troy, beyond the occasional comment to make him cringe and cover his ears, Ilya wouldn’t be able to provide a satisfactory answer to the question Troy had. Of course, he could say plainly that he and Shane sometimes invited Luca into their bedroom and it was a lot of fucking fun. But that seemed reductive.

What did Troy want to hear, really? Ilya doubted he would want to listen to Ilya say that he liked how much Luca liked classical music (and was a really big fan of EDM. Luca told Ilya, warmly, that they were similar). That Luca and Shane listened to the same podcast and discussed its biweekly update while sitting at the kitchen table. Or, how Luca brought them back souvenirs from Switzerland, two of which stuck to their fridge, and said shyly how he'd like to take them to his hometown, someday—which caused Ilya's heart to squeeze and stammer with its fullness.

Ilya didn't have vocabulary for what was happening. Maybe that was a good thing. To just let it happen, refuse a definition, and exist in the thrill of it.

One.

"Hello!" Luca called, coming from the foyer. He knew the door code, now.

"Hey, Luca," Shane greeted, raising his voice. It warbled in the air, tight and choked back.

Ilya had him wrapped up in his arms, one hand stabilized against his chest while the other ran up and down between his thighs, carefully avoiding the heat of his cock beneath his pants. It was maddening.

Luca rounded the corner with wide, sparkling eyes when he caught sight of them. His face was pink, eyes twinkling with intrigue.

"Privetik, pchelka," hello, little bee. Ilya called him that once, offhandedly when he pulled Luca in for a kiss. Shane thought it was a good nickname—Luca very much resembled a little honeybee, so eager and selfless.

Shane melted further in his hands, throwing his head back to nuzzle into Ilya's neck.

He heard Luca place his bag on the counter. Ilya slid his hand in the crease of Shane's ass, then down between his legs to cup his balls. Shane sighed, pushing back against him.

Luca stepped over and pressed a long, wet kiss to Shane's mouth.

Shane knew how much it turned Ilya on to see Shane and Luca kiss. Shane, too, had grown quite fond and hungry for the sight of his husband kissing Luca. Getting to see the way he handled another person was really hot. Ilya was a really great kisser.

Luca had his hands on Shane's hips, Shane had snaked both of his hands up to tangle in Luca's hair, keeping him against his mouth. Shane made sure to make the kiss wet and messy, sliding his tongue in the open space between their lips so Ilya could see.

Ilya placed his hands underneath Shane's shirt, digging in his fingernails, rubbing his dick against the crease of his ass.

"Such good boys," he complimented, placing two fingers between their meeting mouths. Both of them tried to suck in his fingers, swirling their tongues around him. Shane could feel Luca’s tongue against his as they chased the salt of Ilya’s skin.

"Greedy, too."

"I’m horny," Luca said with a little sigh.

"Hm," Ilya considered, running his hands along Shane's abdomen, up to his nipples. “What should we do about that?”

Shane stuck his hands beneath Luca’s shirt, exposing his belly, trailing his fingers along the hair beneath his navel. Luca melted forward, pressing his nose into the dip of Shane’s neck.

“Anything. Please. Just want you both so bad.” He said against Shane’s neck.

“You want us both?”

Ilya’s hands left him, stepping back.

“Then you can have us.”

Luca and Shane ended up on their hands and knees, cheeks pressed against the mattress, giving open mouthed, tongue kisses to each other as Ilya fucked them both with two fingers. Ilya seemed to be having fun with it. He could make them both squeak at the same time, pant, shiver and moan synchronously.

“Ilya, please,” Shane sighed, pushing his hips back.

“Please what?” He asked, tone obviously feigning disinterest as he gave a double upwards curl of his fingers.

“Need to get fucked,” Shane answered, twisting his face so he could send Ilya a sharp, admonishing glare.

“Oh, you should have just said. Here I thought you were having a good time, moaning and whining and drooling on each other.”

He shifted forward on his knees, driving his fingers in hard. Shane clenched his hands into the sheets, groaning. He needed something more. He wanted to lose control. He wanted Ilya to take him apart.

Shane knew just how to get what he wanted.

“Ilya,” Shane said his name like a complaint.

“You are demanding tonight.” He removed his fingers from inside of Shane, wiping it along the back of his thigh.

Luca was whimpering next to him. Ilya’s fingers were still inside of him, pushing him forward gently.

“Oh my god, Ilya, come the fuck on.”

Ilya hummed. Shane had his face back against the mattress. He saw the crease in Luca’s brow when Ilya removed his fingers, then felt the hard warmth of his chest against his back. Shane stiffened.

“You are not being very well behaved in front of our guest.”

Shane grit his teeth, and made a choice.

“Well, you’re being too slow.”

His heart was beating fast. It got very quiet. He caught sight of Luca’s eyes, watched his gaze turn upwards at the same time Ilya gripped his hair hard, pulling him up from the bed.

“Oh, you want to show off how pretty you beg? Put on a show for Luca?” Ilya whispered hot and sharp in his ear.

“No, Ilya,” Shane gasped, his eyes stinging. Ilya had his entire chest raised off the mattress, lifting him by his hair.

Ilya released him. Shane fell forward. Ilya smacked down hard on his balls, exposed from his position. Shane felt the air punched out of him, trying to get his hips down onto the bed, away from Ilya’s hand. Ilya grabbed him by the hips, ran a finger up the crease of his balls, flicked it hard enough for Shane to hear.

“No, Ilya,” He mocked in a poor imitation of Shane’s voice, high-pitched and whiney. Or maybe that was how Shane sounded. He couldn’t be sure, already floating elsewhere.

Ilya was very good with punishments, always right along the edge of torturous and wonderful. Shane could never choose which one reigned supreme. Like now, after Ilya grabbed him by the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, "You're being a brat." And Shane had made the executive decision to roll his eyes and bite the side of Ilya's neck, then stuck in a haze where he lost all bodily autonomy, leading to his arms tied behind his back, watching Ilya and Luca enjoy physical contact for…Shane really had no idea how long. Too long. Never long enough.

Shane was sniffling pathetically as he sat on his knees on the other end of the bed, his hands tied behind his back, watching Ilya fuck Luca so hard he was reduced to nothing beyond tiny gasps and ‘ah’s.

“Ilya, please,” Shane begged, shuffling on his knees. He considered falling forward to rut his dick against the bed, but that seemed like a bad idea considering the mood Ilya was in.

Ilya ignored him, focusing only on thrusting into an ass up face down Luca.

Shane’s cock was so hard, leaking sticky precum, angry and begging to be touched.

“He feels so good, Shane,” Ilya groaned, adjusting Luca’s hips upwards to glide in even deeper. “Does it feel good, how I’m fucking you?”

“Yeah, s’good,” Luca answered, his lips parted against the duvet.

Shane cried, petulantly looking up to the ceiling.

“Look at us,” Ilya commanded. Shane snapped his gaze towards them, watching now with rapt attention as Ilya pulled out, stretching one of his legs until it was by Luca’s head and then sunk back in.

Shane and Luca gasped at the same time. That was one of Shane’s favorite positions. On his belly, with Ilya’s leg stretched to reach his head—it drove Ilya in so deep.

Luca was making animalistic noises, his eyes going between widening to the whites, to squeezed shut. He reached his hands out in front of him, clawing into the sheets. Shane’s dick twitched, spurting another leak of precum. Luca reached his tongue out, licking the underside of Ilya’s foot. It was so degrading, so fucking hot, to watch his husband fuck someone while Shane couldn’t even touch himself.

It, somehow, was even hotter than if Shane were to be in Luca’s position. He felt so helpless, sick at how much he was getting off from this. Luca was red-faced and tear-streaked as Ilya pounded into him. Shane could almost feel it, so familiar with the length of Ilya, the pattern of his thrusts.

Shane groaned, his stomach convulsing.

“Oh, fuck, Ilya I’m about to—”

“You better not,” Ilya growled, driving into Luca faster. The whole bed was shaking. Or maybe that was just Shane.

Shane wailed as he came all over himself, untouched. It spattered against his chin. It as an odd sensation, not the typical mind-bending crash of a climax, it almost hurt, felt a bit dissatisfying but fuck, that turned him on.

“Oh, my god, Shane,” Luca gasped, lifting his head briefly from the bed to stare at him in shock.

Tears fell from Shane’s eyes as he jerked his hips.

“Such a fucking slut, Shane, you don’t even need to be touched to cum,” Ilya panted, flipping Luca around so fuck him on his back. Shane blinked back tears, slumping his shoulders forward as much as the rope would allow.

Luca came all over his own stomach. Ilya pulled out, mixing his own into the mess.

Shane was whining incoherently as Ilya knee-walked to him, pressing a gentle kiss under both of his eyes. Ilya stroked his cock, which Shane realized was still hard, until he came a second time—the second one took him by surprise, again. It was intense, his whole body rigid as he came inside Ilya’s fist.

When his arms were untied, he slumped forward, unable to care much about his wet belly hitting the duvet. He needed to remember to start taking it off the bed before they started. He still hadn’t learned.

“Going to get you back one day,” Shane said later as they all left the shower, swiping a towel down the foggy mirror to get a look at himself.

“Okay, go ahead and try, solnyshko,” Ilya chuckled, bringing their warm skin flush together.

“You two make sex a competition,” Luca said, like he just had a breakthrough, staring at them both with a slightly parted mouth.

Shane saw Ilya grin behind him, reflected in the mirror.

“Life is more fun when there is a winner and loser, yes?”

Two.

Ilya had one hand around Shane’s throat, the other grabbing his hip as he fucked into him so hard his body shifted up the bed with every thrust.

He pulled out. Shane whined high pitched and urgent.

Luca slid in next, gripping Shane’s hips as he pulled him back onto his cock.

“Please.” He hissed with a hard punctuation, grinding his teeth together in dissatisfaction.

“What are you begging for, baby?” Ilya sighed.

Shane made a choked noise, rubbing a hand down his face, shaking his head against the pillow. It was too much. They had been taking turns fucking him for what felt like ten million years. Maybe eight million if he was being conservative.

“I don’t know,” he lamented, meeting Luca’s thrusts.

“You’re getting what you asked for,” Ilya said, just on the edge of reprimand. Shane pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, arms moving wildly along the bed.

Ilya grabbed one wrist, bringing it to the other, and held Shane’s arms above his head. He was vibrating beneath Ilya’s palm, his bones rattling around like a wind up toy.

“You’re getting fucked. You begged for it, remember?”

Shane did remember. He remembered sitting on the bed with explicit demands not to touch himself while being forced to watch Luca and Ilya sucked each other off. Shane could tell when Ilya licked the seam of Luca’s balls just the way he liked, because he made breathy, punched out noises. He could also tell when Luca hit the right pressure with his tongue to Ilya’s slit, because he groaned rough and low. And Shane had just sat there, wanting them both so bad. He begged and begged and begged until Ilya released Luca’s cock and looked over at him from in between Luca’s muscular, twitching thighs and said, “Can’t you be patient for once?”

And Shane—well, Shane thought he had been plenty patient, and told Ilya as much.

Shane’s bottom lip jutted out as he took in slow, steadying breaths, jerking beneath Ilya’s hand.

“I need more.”

“That’s not very nice to say. Luca is fucking you just how you like.”

Luca was going very hard, the slaps of their skin meeting echoing throughout the room. Luca looked over at Ilya, wiping a bead of perspiration from his top lip with his tongue.

“No, no, not—no, Luca, so good,” Shane slurred. His hands twitched from where they were being held up, wanting to caress Luca’s face.

“Just need to cum, please? I want my,” he threw his head back with a groan, arching his back against the bed as Luca angled his hips higher. “Want my cock touched, please, please, Ilya, please.”

“No, you lost that privilege, remember?” Ilya rubbed a placating circle into Shane’s wrist as he sobbed.

Ilya was a big fan of taking away that privilege. It had been two weeks. Shane, admittedly, was also a fan of having that privilege taken away. It turned him on so much to give himself over to Ilya so completely, not being allowed a bodily function as pleasant and necessary as coming from having his dick touched.

“Useless,” Ilya had said as he sat back with his elbows bent, relaxed against the pillow as Shane rode him. “Your cock is just this big, useless thing. Why do you want me to touch it so bad? Your hole is the only important thing about you.”

And Shane liked that a lot. Liked being filled up and shamed for it, shamed for how badly he needed to be stuffed with cock.

“Please, Ilya—”

Ilya slapped him across the face. Shane took in a sharp breath, looking at him with heavy, wet eyes.

“Stop.”

Luca stilled, looking at Ilya for permission.

“My greedy husband,” Ilya mocked, petting his cheek. “Thought you loved cock. Now it isn’t enough?”

“You know it’s not—” Shane cut himself off, taking a breath. He was so hard, weeping at the tip.

“Okay. I will give more, then,” Ilya agreed, releasing Shane’s wrists.

Shane blinked at him, suspicious of the amendment.

“Luca, get on your back.”

Luca scrambled to comply, removing his cock from a protesting Shane. Sometimes he felt bad for Luca, having to go along for the ride with whatever Ilya had spontaneously cooked up to test Shane’s limits. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Shh,” Ilya instructed, grabbing Shane by his hair until he followed him loose-limbed to where he wanted him. “Sit on his cock.”

Shane didn’t need any convincing to follow that, sinking down with ease and a soft sigh of contentment.

He gripped Luca’s sweaty shoulders, digging his nails in. He worked himself up and down, leaning forward to try and get his cock to drag along his stomach, seeking stimulation. Luca was looking up at him with the softest, fucked out eyes. Shane thought Luca was pretty. He was different from him and Ilya in terms of stature, taller and thinner.

Luca placed his hands along Shane’s hips, helping him up and down, the callouses he shared with Ilya and Shane comforting as they dragged over him.

“So pretty, Shane,” Luca murmured, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, then released it with a wet slip. “Look so good on my cock.”

“Mm, fuck, Luca,” Shane jerked his hips up, leaning to whisper into his ear, “please touch my cock, need it so bad.”

Ilya was…somewhere, doing something, but Shane just needed to focus. Needed to get Luca to wrap his hands around his dick and make him fucking cum.

Luca stopped meeting his thrusts, grabbing Shane by the jaw to make him face him. Shane blinked, his lips mushed between Luca’s fingers.

“I don’t want to touch your dick. You were made to cum from just from someone fucking you, yeah?”

Luca’s eyes wavered for a split second before Shane began to tremble, throwing his head back with a loud moan that he felt crackle up from his lungs. Luca didn’t often get mean, but when he did it hit Shane like a truck, its unexpectedness tantalizing and hypnotic.

“What, did he try to get you to touch his cock?” Ily said, sounding amused. Shane craned his neck to look at him. Ilya pressed a finger to his lips with a soft ‘shhh’ and motioned him to turn back around.

“Yeah,” Luca said, sounding out of breath.

Ilya was behind Shane now, his breath ghosting the nape of his neck, his cock trailing down his back.

“I told you he would,” Ilya said, slapping Shane’s ass cheek with the tip of his dick. “Since he thinks he needs to get his cock touched to cum…” Ilya trailed off, slipping the tip against Shane’s hole.

Shane froze.

Ilya nudged himself slowly. Just the tip. It was already too much

“Maybe he needs a reminder of what he’s made for,” Ilya said as he edged in further.

Shane gasped, hot all over.

“Ilya,” he warned, pleaded, enticed, all at once.

“You know your word,” was all Ilya said before he squeezed himself in further.

Luca was tense beneath him, stiff as a board, red-faced with a rapid pulse in his neck.

The stretch made his skin tingle, his eyes retreating back into his skull.

“Fuck, fuck. Wait.”

Ilya stilled. He was less than halfway in. Shane adjusted, feeling the scrape of them against his walls when he moved.

Shane gave Ilya permission to continue. Luca brought his knees up, forcing himself in deeper and then Ilya in deeper and—

“Holy fucking—” Shane wheezed when Ilya bottomed out. It felt impossible. Surreal, almost. He twitched, body jerking upwards in an abortive movement to escape the intensity before he calmed. He looked down between his legs, whimpering when he saw them both disappearing into him. Experimentally, he pressed a shaking hand to his stomach, to see if they broke through, nestled inside him entirely.

“You want to get fucked?” Ilya asked, then answered for Shane by driving himself in hard and fast, placing one hand on Luca’s thigh, the other on Shane’s hip.

“Shane you’re so tight,” Luca gasped from beneath them.

“Yeah,” Ilya agreed.

One shift of Ilya’s knee against the bed and he was so deep Shane could taste him in the back of his throat, choking on it. He leaned his head into Luca’s chest, fingers gripping into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Mm,” was all Shane could manage, closing his eyes and letting it wash over him. It was a powerful stretch; he was split in two, they each had one half of him. Equally divided.

“Luca, did you ever dream that my husband could be such a slut?” Ilya asked completely neutral as he thrust into Shane hard enough to make him squeak.

“N-no, no, never,” Luca answered, not at all neutral, sounding on the verge of tears as Ilya kept driving into Shane. Into both of them, really. Luca was on the bottom, powerless to do much else than take it, like Shane.

Two hot tears trailed down the side of his face, onto Luca’s chest.

Luca petted the top of his head.

“I’m a good boy,” Shane said pathetically, out of the conversation, but he needed to say it. Needed to hear it.

Everything was so intense, his mind was squishy, warm goo. Ilya was turning him into liquid with his strokes, hitting the spot inside of him that was making him cry and twitch.

“Such a good boy,” Ilya cooed, slowing his pace down enough to plant kisses up and down Shane’s neck.

“Make you both feel sooo,” he groaned, moving his hips to get Ilya to fuck him again. Harder, he needed it harder. “Good. Right?” He sobbed into Luca’s chest, gasping hot breath against his nipple.

Luca stiffened, his hand pausing in Shane’s hair.

“Color?” Ilya asked, stopping his movements.

“Green. Please, green. S’good.”

“Okay, malysh,” Ilya gave one more kiss to his neck then snapped his hips.

Shane opened his mouth into a soundless scream.

“Such a good boy, Shane, feels so good,” Luca praised. Shane could hear his voice vibrate against him.

“Thank you,” Shane whined. He was grateful for all of it—hands touching him, being filled and taken apart by two beautiful men. It was overwhelming, beyond a single shred of comprehension.

Luca seemed to have a better handle on the sensation, because he was now doing his best to fall into rhythm with Ilya, jerking his hips up on Ilya’s down thrusts.

“Gonna cum, dorogoy,” darling, “Luca, pl—don’t pull out, don’t pull out,” he cried in desperation when Ilya slowed down, chasing him with his lower half, trying to get him back in, nestled against the spot that was making Shane see stars. Shane was right on the fucking edge. His stomach clenched, a body very unhappy at being interrupted from finding that sweet crash of peace.

“That’s not how we do things, Shane,” Ilya said, speeding up again, like he never stopped.

“Please, can I cum?” Shane supplicated, remembering his manners.

“Are you close, Luca?” Ilya asked, his sentence finalized with the sound of his hips slapping against Shane’s sweaty, lube wet ass.

“I—I dunno. Maybe. Yes, probably.” Luca answered with a sharp inhale.

Shane slid his head off Luca’s chest, clumsily mashing their lips together into a kiss. Shane was unable to get much accuracy with it, mostly their tongues pawing against one another, sliding into their mouths, trailing along their lips.

Luca threaded his hand into Shane’s hair, holding him with a gentle grip.

“Ilya, please,” Shane panted against Luca’s mouth, Luca thumbing at his nipple. Shane almost felt like they were all more than one person, like Shane was stuck in a writhing pile of bodies, unable to escape the sensation, the mounting pleasure. A body with one, singular need.

“You can handle waiting,” Ilya retorted, sounding breathless, his hand slipping from Shane’s sweaty hip, clawing back in with his nails.

“No, please,” Shane sobbed into Luca’s mouth, tasting his tears.

“Doin’ s’good, Shaney. Gonna make me cum, you—fuck, you feel so amazing,” Luca kissed Shane’s cheeks, underneath his eyes, the tip of his nose, his chin. Shane shuddered underneath it all, trying to focus on the warmth of Luca’s soft lips, trying to will himself not to fucking cum like the good boy he was, even though he was getting fucked with two dicks.

“I can’t, Ilya. Can’t,” Shane warned, feeling his stomach constrict with imminent release.

Ilya slowed again. Luca cursed. Shane sobbed.

“If you cum now, I’m not going to stop fucking you.” Ilya said.

“Okay, I don’t fucking care. Do anything to me, just need to cum.”

“Fine. Then cum.”

Ilya shifted on the bed, pushing Shane’s knees upwards so they rested against Luca’s top ribs, then hooked his hands beneath Luca’s ass, lifting him up to adjust the angle, still inside of Shane.

If Shane thought he could taste their cocks in his throat earlier, he felt it stabbing through his skull. They were so fucking deep it was actually hard to hear, do much of anything, besides lay there with an open mouth. Like this, his dick was smushed in between his belly and Luca’s, rubbing against the coarse hairs along Luca’s navel.

All it took were three thrusts from Ilya—Luca long having given up matching the impossible pace, instead touching Shane and writhing against the bedsheets—for Shane to come with a howl, jolting his shoulders up as he came all over his and Luca’s stomach.

His pelvic floor spasmed with the rush of it, his balls tingled as he got hit with fierce, clawing shockwaves that jolted him like someone had a hand right against a bundle of nerves, fisting and prodding. Everything in his body splayed apart, reconnecting in a pulsing, charged white-out.

And Ilya was still fucking him.

Ilya’s hands were in his hair, tugging his head back. Luca was moaning underneath him. He felt the warm rush of someone coming inside of him, but it still didn’t stop.

“Please, too much,” Shane groaned, convulsing beneath Ilya’s palm.

Ilya bit the side of his neck, soothing it with a lick.

“Don’t complain. You got to cum like you asked.” He released Shane’s hair, pulling him off Luca by his hips, and flipped him around so he was ass up, belly down.

“My turn,” Ilya said with a slap to his ass.

Shane gave a guttural scream when Ilya stuck his dick back inside of him. He was so raw and stretched, oversensitive from his orgasm, a body refusing successive stimulation. His dick twitched with a valiant effort, hanging limp.

Ilya rammed into his prostate with lethal accuracy. He heard Ilya saying something, then felt Luca’s warm hand underneath his chin, another in his hair, lifting his head.

Luca looked down at him with red, wet eyes and a shaky smile. He rubbed his thumb against Shane’s chin, gathering his spit, placing it back into his mouth. Shane took his thumb inside, sucking it with a whine, needing something to focus on, ground him as Ilya kept going and going. Shane sobbed, tears streaming down his face in long, salty streaks.

“Shh, it’s okay, Shane,” Luca reassured, taking his thumb out to wipe at his eyes.

Shane took a breath, letting the waves crash over him. His dick hardened again, sore and aching.

“Touch my cock, please, please,” Shane begged. He had already firmed up again, a body following direction, guided by Ilya.

Ilya maneuvered him so Ilya was sitting on his knees, Shane sitting with his back against his chest. Luca wrapped his hand around him, palming the head in sticky swipes that made him feral, clenching his teeth.

“Gonna cum again, fuck Ilya, going to fucking—” he clenched around Ilya’s dick, felt the stutter of his hips, the shallow gasp. “Keep going. Fill me up, Ilya. Both of your—god, fuck, put your cum in me, too.”

The second orgasm bordered on almost too painful as it wrenched out of him, a pitiful splatter immaterial to the seismic shift inside of him.

He slumped forward. Ilya grunted, painting his insides with a warm rush that Shane registered absently as comforting.

Shane fell face down onto the bed. Ilya pulled out slowly.

Luca sat beside him, brushing the soft, short hairs on the back of his neck.

“Love you,” Shane said. Luca stilled his fingers for one moment before picking the pace back up.

Ilya kissed his lower back, “I love you, too.”

“Lov’you, too, Luca” Shane mumbled, dragging his lips against the bedspread.

Luca squeaked, jerking his fingers back before placing them still against his neck, thumb grazing the perspiration damp skin, gentle and tender.

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Three.

Luca came over wearing the world's tiniest shirt. It clung to his body, riding above his bellybutton, the graphic on the front peeling, words in a language Ilya couldn’t read. Probably something Luca brought with him from home, a cotton reminder of Switzerland.

He laughed when Ilya pulled him in with two fingers beneath the hem to meet his mouth.

"This is hot," he complimented. Luca blushed, all pretty and easy like the give of a rose petal.

He guided him with a hand to the living room where Shane sat on the sofa cross-legged, Anya resting on his thigh.

"Whoa," he said, catching sight of Luca. "That's the world's tiniest shirt."

Ilya laughed. Shane and him had grown so used to each other, sometimes it felt like they shared one brain. Some kind of frequency emitted through familiarity.

Luca tried to push the shirt down his body, Ilya swatted his hands away and pushed it up to expose his belly more.

"I haven't done laundry in like three weeks," he admitted.

Shane made a face.

"But this is clean!" He added, hurriedly.

"Not for long," Ilya sang. "I want to cum all over it."

Luca's lips wobbled, breath quickening.

"Hold on," Shane said, rising from the couch, walking until he had hands on both their waists. "I want to try something." His eyes were gleaming, filled with thousands of tiny stars.

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Ilya needed to learn to say no. Okay, well, he did say no a lot, especially in the bedroom. It was one of his favorite words. "Can I cum?" "No." “Please, can I cum?” “No.”

No held so much power. Such a short word, so easy to get past his lips, and yet it could change everything. It could make Shane cry and scream. One little word.

Shane and Luca were making out against the bed, belly to belly, each fucking the other with their fingers. Luca had three in Shane, because he was a slut, and Shane had two in Luca, because he was also a slut.

They were making the most delicious, whining noises as they rutted their cocks against each other.

Shane had made this sound like a fun suggestion. In this airy, fervent voice that suggested to Ilya he just wanted a good, earth-shattering fucking. He’d batted his pretty eyelashes and egged Luca on, and Ilya had agreed because it sounded sexy. Him all tied up, two men he couldn’t touch. But in the hot way, the teasing, shake-that-ass-in-my-face way. He hadn’t considered that Shane was harboring a deranged, horny, and vengeful plan. Maybe Ilya was a bit naive.

Ilya's arms tensed, his body trying to reach out and grab them, do something, touch his cock, but his wrists were tied together behind him. He tested the restraints and groaned, throwing his head back.

"Need one of you on my cock now." He growled. He felt feral with it. His blood was rushing in his face, ears pounding.

Luca and Shane pulled their lips apart with a wet noise. Shane looked over at him, blinking, as if he forgot Ilya was there. Ilya's dick jumped, the tip slick and sticky.

"Where are your manners?" Shane teased, his top lip caught between his teeth.

Ilya exhaled out of his nose, nostrils flaring. He could feel the breath against the lower half of his face.

"Need one of you on my cock now, please." He said, though the please was only the word in formation, it didn't have any of the sweet, aching intonation Shane and Luca utilized. It was more of a demanding exclamation mark.

Shane pulled his fingers out of Luca, who whined, then pulled his fingers out of Shane, who twisted his face together for a moment before sitting up on his elbows.

"What do you think, Luca?" Shane used the wet fingers that were just in Luca's ass to stroke his cock. Shane was being very bad, feeling all powerful in the moment. Ilya had plans to make him regret that. "Does he deserve it?"

Luca's eyes trailed from Ilya's face to his cock. Ilya was trying very hard to be a good participant in this game, but he very badly needed to hold one of them down and fuck them to tears. He pulled at his restraints again, like a wild dog.

"Maybe a little bit," Luca offered, pushing damp hair from his forehead. "Looks like it hurts."

"Yes, Luca. Good boy. Come sit on my cock." Ilya instructed sweetly, rolling his shoulders.

Luca looked at Shane for permission. Ilya groaned again, readjusting his weight on his knees.

"Not yet," Shane said, looking at Ilya with something sharp and evil. Shane pushed Luca back down onto the bed, straddling him so his ass was facing Ilya.

He lined Luca’s cock up to his hole. Luca gripped his hips, guiding him down until Shane was stuffed full, sinking down in one, swift movement.

“Fuck,” Shane whined. He didn’t waste any time, placing two hands on Luca’s chest to lift himself up and down, fucking hard and fast onto Luca’s cock.

Ilya was so hard it hurt.

“Baby, come here,” Ilya whined, shocked momentarily at his own tone. Shane’s hips stuttered for a second before he restarted the pace, turning his head to look back at Ilya with a smirk.

“Beg for it,” he instructed, voice breathless and wavering as he lowered himself down over and over again on a whimpering, leg-kicking Luca.

Ilya tried to pull his wrists apart, leaning his body forward, squeezing his eyes shut as he panted.

“Please,” he implored, letting the desperation color his words. “Please someone sit on my cock. I need it so bad.” He straightened up, licking his lips. Shane’s head was still turned, staring at him with steamy, clouded eyes. “I’ll be good. Please, I’ll be so good solnyshko, pchelka, come here. You both need my cock to cum, don’t you? Don’t you want it? I’ll make you feel so good.” He was babbling now, vision swimming with how turned on he was. It was hard to catch his breath.

He was scared for a moment he was going to cum as he watched Shane lift himself off Luca’s dick, each wet inch revealing itself, previously lost in the tight heat of him. Ilya could almost feel it squeezing around him, so used to the inside of his body.

Shane faced him. A single bead of sweat falling from his hairline. Ilya wanted to lick it off so bad, his tongue flicked out between his lips.

“Stupid puppy, just need to fuck something, don’t you?

Ilya’s mouth fell open.

A fog covered his vision. It was hard to discern where his body was.

“Yes, please,” his throat was dry. All the spit sitting in the front of his mouth.

Luca was sitting up now, too. His cock shiny, standing up straight. They both stared at him, like he was something to feel sorry for.

“Fuck. Please, Shane.” He shuffled forward on his knees, his cock bobbing as he wobbled across the bed.

“Okay,” Shane smiled in a way that scared him.

Shane propped them up like dolls, directing Luca onto his hands and knees until he was close enough for Ilya to stick his dick inside.

He thrust forward and it slipped away from the hole. He tried again. It caught along the hole, then slid up between his crease.

Shane sat beside him on his heels, stroking his cock with glassy eyes.

“Can you help me, please?”

Poor Luca was being a patient angel on his hands and knees, making damp noises into the duvet.

Shane was the only person in charge here.

“Sure, since you asked so nicely,” Shane praised.

Shane put a hand on Ilya’s cock to guide it into Luca’s hole slowly and Ilya very nearly erupted. When he finally bottomed out he wheezed. He was able to get in about five good thrusts before he tumbled forward.

His chest was pressed into Luca’s back, rutting into him. He couldn’t get a good grip with his hands behind his back, he kept sliding forward, clumsy.

Shane was behind him now, and grabbed Ilya’s head by the back of his hair, lifting him up.

He realized the whining sound he had been hearing was coming from him. It got louder when his mouth left the skin of Luca’s spine.

“What’s wrong? It’s just your arms around your back. You don’t know how to use your cock without them?”

“No, no—please, baby. Please, I need to … I need to …” he shook his head, then hissed when it stung his scalp. Shane’s grip in his hair tightened, pulling him back until his neck was bared.

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” he whimpered. He blinked his eyes, wetter than usual. He was stuck inside a clenching, writhing Luca and he couldn’t fuck him properly.

“Well, when you can figure it out you can let me know.” Shane released his hair. Ilya felt the dip of the mattress as he started to move.

“No, come back. Shane can you? Please just help me.”

Shane got back into his position behind Ilya. He raised him up with two arms around his chest, keeping his back straight. His cock was pressed against his spine. So hot and hard. Shane had his knees on the outside of Ilya’s knees. He gave the side of Ilya’s neck one, hard bite and then he grabbed Ilya by the hips and —

“Oh, fuck,” Ilya grunted. Luca gasped beneath him.

Shane was guiding Ilya’s hips in and out of Luca. Directing exactly how deep Ilya went, determining the pace, with his fingers gripping hard into Ilya’s bone. Ilya clenched his teeth. He was so sensitive.

“Please don’t stop,” Luca whined.

Shane adjusted his knees alongside Ilya’s hips, getting a better handle of him to drive him deeper. Topping was not often on Shane’s radar, but this somehow felt close to Shane fucking him, the amount of control, the delegation. He was slamming his hips against Ilya’s back, going so fast Ilya was dizzy with it.

“Shane, Shane, fuck, oh my god, moya lyubov, yebi menya zhostche,” my love, fuck me harder.

Shane’s hips stilled. Ilya felt the glide of sticky precum along his spine. Ilya taught him that phrase a long time ago, made sure he perfected it through rounds upon rounds of training, going so maddeningly slow inside of him until he got the pronunciation just right.

“Fuck.” Shane said, breathless.

“No, please,” Luca sobbed, banging a fist onto the mattress.

“I need to fucking cum,” Ilya growled.

They all sat there panting for one nauseating moment.

Shane grabbed Ilya by the back of his neck, inching him out of Luca, making both of them choke back nearly identical whines. Shane slammed Ilya down onto the bed. His eyes looked delirious and tempestuous, a storm ready to spill.

He snapped his fingers.

“Luca, sit on his cock.”

Then he looked down at Ilya, his lips set into a firm.

“Don’t you dare cum yet. I’m not done with you.”

Ilya didn’t know how he was supposed to take that direction seriously and follow it when Luca crawled over on shaking limbs and sank down on his cock at the exact moment Shane sat on his face.

He could fucking hear them making out. He could feel it in the tensed muscles of Shane’s ass, the way Luca leaned forward on his cock.

Ilya fucked Shane’s hole with his tongue, loose from Luca’s dick, tasting like strawberry lube. Ilya wished it tasted only of him, his skin untainted by an artificial flavor.

Shane kept lifting his ass from Ilya’s mouth, presumably to not suffocate him, but it felt like teasing to Ilya. He wanted so badly to use his hands, force Shane down onto his tongue, but they were bunched behind him, useless.

“Can I cum?” Luca asked. His voice was muffled, Shane’s legs surrounding Ilya’s ear.

Ilya jumped in anticipation. He could feel Luca’s impending orgasm, his walls getting tighter.

“Of course, Luca,” Shane said. His voice sent vibrations along Ilya’s face.

Ilya bucked his hips, planting his feet on the ground and fucking up into Luca with all he had for one, wonderful moment before Shane bent over him, shoving his ass further onto Ilya’s tongue, and held his hips down.

“Fuh,” Ilya murmured. Shane ground down onto his mouth, silencing him.

They were both using him. He couldn’t even see what they were doing. All he could do was take it, lying on his back.

Luca was bouncing vigorously on top of him, Shane murmuring words of encouragement. He wondered if they were touching. Maybe Luca was playing with Shane’s pretty, brown nipples. Shane loved having his nipples played with.

Ilya groaned into Shane’s ass, just panting with an open mouth. He couldn’t focus.

Luca yelled a preeminent “Fuck!” And then he contracted around Ilya’s cock, his release painting Ilya’s stomach in warm streaks.

Shane swung his legs over.

Luca pulled off of him, falling onto the bed with a noise.

Shane stuck his fingers in Ilya’s mouth, pulling his face up from the mattress by his teeth. Ilya licked all over his fingers, trying to suck them onto his tongue. Shane scoffed and released him, wiping his hand along his cheek.

In equal parts mercy and agony, Shane sank down on his cock slowly.

Ilya yelled when he was all the way in, pushing the back of his head against the mattress, back arching upwards.

Shane put his hands on his chest. His ass slapping back onto Ilya’s thighs with the force of his movements.

“Say ‘yebi menya zhostch’ again,” he demanded.

Ilya whimpered, choking on the words. Shane looked so beautiful on top of him.

“Yebi menya zhostch, Shane. Fuck me, please.”

He tried to sit up, chase into the heat, but Shane pushed him back with a growl.

“I’m fucking you. Don’t move.”

Ilya’s eyes rolled back into his head.

He heard Luca say, “Whoa.”

Ilya looked over at him, saw his face red and streaked. He was staring at Ilya with wide eyes, licking his lips like he wanted more. He would give it to him. He would give them anything. Especially if that meant he could cum.

Shane slapped him across the face.

“Look at me.”

Ilya looked at him. Shane’s hair was sweaty, clumping to the skin of his forehead, his face and chest rashed with arousal.

“Beautiful,” Ilya sighed.

Shane squeezed around him. He started fucking himself onto Ilya’s cock in a rapid pace that had Ilya’s vision whirling into a torrent of skin, the deep black of Shane’s eyes.

“Need to cum, please, Shane.”

Shane slapped him again, clean across his face. Luca shuffled over. He and Shane must have exchanged words, or maybe just glances, Ilya couldn’t be sure—he was somewhere else. Luca turned onto his side, bringing Ilya in for a gentle, sensual kiss that made his knees weak.

“Gonna cum on your cock, puppy.” Shane said, pinching and rolling Ilya’s nipples between his hands, using them to steady himself as he drove onto him again and again. Ilya raised his hips from the bed. Shane didn’t stop him, this time. He let Ilya fuck into him until he was a messy heap of limbs.

Shane came with a cry, adding to the pool on Ilya’s stomach. He let Ilya fuck him through it, let him plant his feet onto the mattress and thrust to completion.

Ilya came so hard he shouted a shivering breath into Luca’s open mouth. Everything was lightning—his body, behind his eyes, piercing bright and electric.

“Shit.” He mumbled to the ceiling, blinking as he lay on his back.

Shane wiped along his belly, rolling him over to untie the rope, giving soothing rubs with his thumbs.

“That was so hot.” Luca said, breaking the silence, sounding elated.

Ilya nodded his agreement, heartbeat slowing from the rapid crash of arching, tsunami waves to a cool, gentle swell.

Four.

“Does your name mean anything?” Ilya asked.

Luca looked up at him from across the table, swallowing the mouthful a mouthful of smoothie Shane made him, hand gripping the now finished glass.

They had practice earlier today, and Shane and Ilya scooped Luca from the parking lot once everyone else left, stealing him away to their home. An abduction that Luca was grateful for. They insisted he ride in their car instead of drive in his own, Ilya apparently wanted to make him listen to the entirety of a new album.

The question came out of nowhere, but Shane was looking at Ilya with mild amusement, so it must be something they had talked about before.

“Oh, not really. I mean, yes but I wasn’t named because of the meaning.”

“What does it mean?” Shane asked.

“Luca means light, I guess. And my last name is a German word for rabbit.”

Shane and Ilya turned to face each other, smiling.

“Your last name means bunny?” Ilya asked, incredulous.

Luca blushed.

“Not bunny. It’s just an old name that comes from a word for…I don’t know the English word. A bigger rabbit.”

“You have denied me the pleasure of calling you little bunny. Moy zaychik.”

Luca rolled his eyes, though he was secretly pleased. He pushed the empty glass away with the edge of his finger, dragging it along the table.

“I like when you call me uh…pchelka,” he confessed. It made Luca feel special to have his own nickname, something only spoken in the privacy of whatever they were. It was intimate.

“What else do you like me to call you?”

The air was dense now, heavy like a raincloud overhead.

Luca shifted against the seat. He watched Shane’s elbow move, likely placing his hand in between Ilya’s legs.

“I like when…” he whined, feeling embarrassed, and loving it, “when you call me a slut. Or a good boy.”

“How about both?” Shane asked, his lips creeping up at the corners. “You can be a good slut.”

Ilya nodded.

Luca swallowed.

“Yeah,” he exhaled, nodding his agreement. “I like that.”

“Do you want to play a game?” Ilya asked.

Luca blinked, looking between Shane and Ilya with a crease between his brows. The suggestion was vague, but he trusted Ilya to have something fun planned. He always delivered increasingly creative scenarios.

“Like…? Maybe. Yes.”

He grinned, showing all of his teeth, leaning forward over the table.

“Let’s play a hiding game.” He licked each of his top teeth, running his tongue slowly across.

“Run away and hide, little bunny. Don’t let us catch you, or something very bad might happen.”

Luca hesitated for a moment before his chair screeched across the floor. Luca’s heartbeat was pulsing in his neck, beating so fast, looking like it might break through the skin. Bunny.

He stepped away slowly, not turning his back, testing the waters.

Luca turned on his heel, his steps quieting down the hallway, skittering faster the further he got.

Heart pounding as he silently turned the corner, he whipped his head around the hallway, listening to hear them coming. It was quiet.

His dick was already firming against his thigh through his gym shorts. Something about playing hide and seek with two grown men didn’t seem absurd, only sexy and dangerous. Adrenaline pumping through his body, he considered his options. He would rather be found sooner than later.

He creeped down the hallway, softly padding up the stairs, entering the guest bedroom. He thought about hiding under the bed before opting to pull open the closet, sitting on his bottom with his knees pulled to his chest, and waited.

Noise started downstairs, muffled as it traveled through the walls of the house. He closed his eyes, giving himself over the feeling—his heart was insistent inside of him, knocking against his neck, behind his eyes, everything wired and loud. He did feel like a bunny, hiding in the corner, fearful of the sharp teeth of a predator.

Footsteps sounded closer and closer. He braced himself.

Luca squealed when Ilya flung the door open, inching backwards like he could blend into the darkness and spare linens.

Ilya looked feral and wild as he grabbed Luca’s wrist, hauling him upwards until their chests connected.

“Found you.”

Luca tamped down a little smile, looking up from his lashes. Ilya was so handsome, looking at him with a crooked grin and bright eyes.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Ilya placed his thumb and index finger against his neck, just resting—feeling the rise of his breathing. He leaned in and bit the tip of his nose, kissed both of his eyelids, the length of his jaw, until Luca was trembling.

“I’m going to put my cock in you, my good little slut.” He brought Luca’s hips forward, the fronts of their pants pressed together.

Luca moaned, his eyelids lowering.

Shane came through the door with a small huff.

“Damn it. Why didn’t I check here first?”

Ilya spun Luca around, bracing a hand against his chest.

“Don’t be a sore loser, solnyshko.”

Shane glared at Ilya behind him as he walked over, arms crossed.

Ilya adjusted his grip on Luca, squeezing him against his body, he let out a small squeal like a chew toy. Ilya hooked his hand into the front of his pants, jamming down both his underwear and pants in one pull.

“Look, Shane. Do you think he’s excited?”

“Oh, god,” Luca whispered, quivering all over.

Shane looked them up and down, licking his lips.

“Yeah, he looks really excited, Ilya. What should we do about it?”

“Hmm,” Ilya ran his thumb along Luca’s lower lip, dipping it in to spread his spit. “You know, I think the little bunny wanted to get caught,” another high-pitched noise, Luca’s hips jolting back into Ilya, “such a bad hiding spot. I think he wants to get fucked. Naughty, naughty zaychik.”

“Wow, what a slut.” Shane said with a smile. He stalked closer, running his hand down Luca’s jelly-weak body.

The air in the room was humid with sweat, now, as Luca sat against Shane's back with his knees spread atop Shane's thighs, Shane’s forearms holding Luca’s biceps back while Ilya tormented him. Actual, pure torment, because he kept stroking his cock, with two fingers inside of him, until he got right on the edge and then pulled away. Each time Luca’s hips would jump up, seeking the sensation, needing so badly to fucking cum.

Luca was beyond words. The only thing he was able to edge out was please, and a different version of the same word, that lacked the final consonant.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Shane soothed, wiping a thumb beneath Luca’s tear spilling eye.

“Please,” he begged, throwing his head back onto Shane’s shoulder.

“You already said that, bunny,” Ilya mocked, running two fingers along the tip of his cock, dragging the wet around.

“You want to try some new words?” Ilya laughed.

“Please, wanna cum,” Luca tried, bucking his hips upwards. Ilya pulled his fingers back. Luca whined, looking up at Shane with tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re doing such a good job, Luca,” Shane praised, gathering more of his tears, wiping them along the bed.

Ilya pulled his hands away just as he began to pant. Luca squeezed his eyes and grit his teeth, breathing harshly.

Shane rubbed the tips of his index fingers against Luca’s nipples, in what Luca guessed might have been a soothing gesture, but it only made him more desperate. His mind was pure liquid, everything melting into one puddle, fever aching against his skull.

He stretched his neck back so he could lick at Shane’s earlobe at the same time Ilya’s fingers began to move inside him again.

“Please, mommy,” he whimpered.

Ilya and Shane both paused for a moment.

Luca’s mind began to form back into a solid, the word echoing around inside of him.

That was embarrassing, and not in a fun way. He kept that locked away. Because it was weird. Shane was, obviously, a man.

It was just that, one time, during a dry spell when all three were simply too busy to make it happen together, Luca watched porn. He found a video of a woman pegging a man and the man started screaming and begging mommy to fuck him and Luca’s mind wandered to Shane and Ilya and…it didn’t make sense. It was mortifying, something only meant to dream about in his own bedroom, wrapping a fist around his cock.

But he had been getting edged for what felt like hours and Shane was so sweet and warm against him and it tumbled out without permission.

Luca stiffened, trying to edge away from Shane’s body.

“I’m sor—”

“You want mommy to touch your cock?” Shane asked, pulling Luca back against him with a hand around his waist.

Luca gasped, his dick speaking for him with a twitch and sticky dribble.

He looked down at Ilya, his fingers started to move inside of him again, brushing right up against the bundle of nerves that made him crazy. Reduced to nothing but a feeling, writhing body.

Ilya removed his hand, placing it on Luca’s thigh instead. Shane trailed his fingers up the underside.

“He asked you a question, Luca,” Ilya said, crooking his fingers. “Answer mommy’s question.”

“Oh, fuck,” his brain was still catching up. Shane’s hand was hovering over him, waiting. Ilya drove his fingers in deeper, scissoring them apart with a grunt.

“Yes, please, touch my cock.”

“Please what, Luca?” Shane whispered hot into his hair.

“Mommy,” he whispered, filled with the decadence of delicious, roiling shame. “Please, mommy touch my cock.”

Shane wrapped his hand around the head, rubbing his palm and squeezing it in just the way that Luca really liked. How special, to be known, to be considered, to have his body memorized.

He choked back a sob, stretching his body out so he was pressing into Ilya’s fingers, pressing upwards into Shane’s hand.

“Need to cum, mommy,” he sniffled. Ilya was fucking his fingers into him fast, now, the flesh making loud, wet squelching noises.

Shane wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, giving it a firm handle. Luca made a throaty noise of betrayal.

“Not yet. We aren’t done with you.”

“No, mommy, please I can cum more than—more than once. I promise.”

Ilya had been mostly silent, taking his task of absolutely destroying Luca’s prostate with his fingers seriously. He bit into the flesh of Luca’s thigh, and pulled out.

“Hm, don’t you want the first time you cum to be in mommy’s pussy?”

Shane rumbled a groan against his neck.

Ilya moved them around like puppets until he was on his hands and knees now, staring at Shane’s stretched, wet hole. Luca had sucked Shane's rim and fucked him with his tongue before they started, jamming in three fingers until he was instructed by Ilya to stop.

“Are you okay?” Ilya questioned as he lined kisses along his spine.

“Yeah,” he sighed a trembling breath.

“Hey, look at me,” Ilya commanded with a gentle voice, turning Luca’s head with a finger under his chin. “Are you sure you’re okay? We don’t have to do this.”

Luca nodded. He really wanted to do this.

Ilya suggested it when they first started, and Luca had been anticipating it the entire time.

“Yes, I want to. But, um,” he shuffled his knees on the bed. Shane had moved into a sitting position. “I kind of want to maybe say no or stop, but not mean it? I’m not sure how to explain it…I just know it’s gonna be really intense, but I want it. I want it really bad.”

“You want to tell me to stop, but I don’t actually stop?”

Luca nodded, looking away from Ilya towards the mattress. Ilya grabbed his jaw, forcing him to face him.

“Tell me with words. Sometimes it feels good to say ‘stop?”

Luca relaxed.

“Yes.”

Luca was very excited as he scooted across the bed to rut against Shane’s hole, his dick achingly hard even after repeating the stoplight rules three times to Ilya’s satisfaction.

Shane always made the prettiest noises when Luca dragged his cock along his hole, letting it catch, watching him rear back to try and force it in.

He was sliding his cock in the crease of Shane’ ass when he turned around with two eyebrows raised.

“Thought you wanted to fuck mommy’s pussy? Stop teasing.” Shane said in reprimand.

Luca gasped, jerking his hips forward clumsily. Dirty trick.

Ilya snorted behind him.

Sliding into Shane was easy. Always so easy. He pushed back, helping the thrust halfway, eager to have Luca filling him up.

He breathed, steadying himself with a hand on Shane’s back. “You feel so good.” He complimented with a kiss to the nape of his neck.

Fucking Shane was less easy than getting in, only due to its all encompassing sensation. He could feel it down to his toes, hammering under his nails. Shane squeezed so tight, met his thrusts with prompt, unflinching enthusiasm.

Luca didn’t know how long he would last when Ilya entered him, with how good Shane felt. He looked over his shoulder, slowing his hips and gave, what he hoped was, a sexy smirk.

“Well, aren’t you gonna fuck me?” Luca asked, flicking his gaze to where Ilya was stroking his cock.

Ilya’s jaw twitched before he spanned the distance, roughly forcing Luca’s head between Shane’s damp shoulderblades and pressed in, letting each inch stretch in a nauseatingly slow breech.

“Fuh-fuck.” Luca whined, squeezing his eyes shut, biting his lip.

Shane was clenching around him. Ilya was inside of him, just resting, and even that was too much. He felt his dick spasm inside Shane.

“Good?” Ilya whispered, nipping the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” was all Luca was able to edge out before Ilya reared back and slammed into him hard, setting that brutal, punishing pace Luca had grown so accustomed to.

Every time Ilya thrust into him, Luca went deeper inside Shane.

“Oh!” Luca wheezed when aimed upwards, grazing against his prostate.

“Thought you wanted to get fucked?” Ilya asked, biting beneath his ear.

Shane was groaning beneath both of them, the bottom of the pile.

“Please,” Shane begged. A very popular word in the bedroom tonight.

Ilya took that request seriously. Luca almost expected him to say something, as he always did when Shane begged, but he dutifully started pounding in harder and faster, gripping Luca’s hips.

All three of them could do nothing more than pant and moan. Luca had never experienced such a feeling of…it was hard to describe, really. He felt complete, touched from both sides, the middle, used and useful.

“No, stop—” Luca whined, high and completely gone, “Please it’s too much.” He was shaking all over. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore, letting his arms hang at his sides, his cheek pressed into Shane’s back.

“Shut up,” Ilya growled, continuing his pace as he grabbed the top of Luca’s hair, pulling him up from his resting place along Shane’s spine. “Just take it.”

“Oh, god, fuck.” Luca sobbed. Those words went straight to his dick.

“Ilya, please, faster.” Shane commanded. He was bucking his hips backwards into a boneless Luca.

“Too much,” Luca moaned.

“God, both of you—such whiny sluts. Just take what I give you.”

Luca was fully sobbing, wracking with heaving cries. He could barely comprehend it, half his body existed there, with them, the other was floating somewhere far away, drifting in warm pleasure.

Ilya fumbled his fingers until they found Luca’s lips, releasing his hair. Luca fell onto Shane’s back before parting his mouth around them, pulling them in, sucking at the digits, grateful for something to nibble and hold onto.

“Look at you, something in your ass,” he punctuated this with a deep roll of his hips, “in your mouth, and your dick in my husband? Greedy, greedy Luca.”

“Faster, Ilya.” Shane commanded, bucking his hips wildly into the mattress.

Ilya, somehow, obeyed. Luca was completely limp.

“Dirty Luca,” Ilya said, rolling his hips, grazing his teeth along Luca’s neck. “Your dick is in mommy’s pussy while daddy fucks you. You like that?”

Luca’s orgasm took him from surprise, ripping out of him like Ilya had reached a hand into him and pulled it from his gut. He convulsed, a dribble of drool falling from his open mouth onto Shane’s back.

“Fuck, Ilya he’s coming—please, can I?” Luca heard from where he was deep underwater. Shane clenched around him. Ilya fucked into him, so hard and fast it was almost painful. Luca could only sob quietly, feeling his dick twitch and soften inside Shane.

Ilya pulled out, gently maneuvering Luca out of Shane by his shoulders. Luca watched through wet, half-lidded eyes as Ilya sank into Shane, fucking him until he gave a high-pitched warning that he was going to cum and oh, Ilya, please let me.

Later, in Ilya and Shane’s ridiculously large shower, all three of them came again into Luca’s hands.

“Do you think that being a hockey player helps with sex?” Luca asked, tipping his head forward to get rid of the water. Shane always offered a hair dryer, but it made Luca’s hair too poofy. What worked, worked.

“Maybe a little. Stamina.” Shane said.

Ilya spoke around a mouthful of toothpaste, “Hockey has nuffin’ to do wi’ it,” he spit into the sink, the foam clinging to the corners of his mouth. “You two are just sluts.”

Shane rolled his eyes while Ilya rinsed his toothbrush, finding his own joke hilarious, evidently, as he chuckled.

“If we’re sluts, what does that make you?” Luca grinned.

Ilya considered for a moment before breaking out into a wide, proud smile, puffing out his chest.

“The Slut Captain.”

Five.

“What do you want as a birthday present?” Ilya asked.

Luca pulled away from Shane’s lips.

“Oh, you already got me a present. The espresso machine!”

Ilya laughed.

“A different present. A now present.”

“Oh,” Luca said, blushing, sitting back on his calves. Shane ran his thumb over both of his nipples, littering kisses up his neck with his wet, plump mouth.

“Do you have a fantasy?” Ilya always made everything seem so simple. He never got embarrassed talking about sex. Luca envied that a bit. He had been with them…a lot (more than he ever thought he would) and he still found himself getting shy.

“Well…I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.” Luca looked down to the bed.

“Luca, there is no reason to be embarrassed.” Ilya placated.

“I know but this is like…I don’t know! It’s different when you two are choosing. What if I say something you don’t like.”

“Well, it’s possible, but I doubt it. Let’s hear it and decide.” Ilya said. Shane had pulled away from his neck, now looking between the two of them with interest.

“I guess I’ve kind of always had a fantasy about maybe you two cornering me in the locker room or something.” He started to trail off. Shane shifted on his knees. Ilya made a hand gesture to motion him to continue.

“Like I’m a rookie and maybe you caught me watching you two kissing. Or saw me staring at you naked…and you make fun of me.”

“Oh,” Ilya said, something passing quickly across his eyes.

“Sorry, that’s a lot. I know.”

“No, no,” Shane spoke up, petting a hand through Luca’s hair. “I think that’s hot. Tell us more. What do you mean make fun of you? What would we do?”

“I don’t know…like, call me a pervert or something.”

He couldn’t look at them. He was grateful they didn’t seem to expect him, too. Sometimes Ilya made Luca meet his gaze, and it was always hot, of course, but this time Luca needed a minute to be timid.

“Okay. You need to be in charge. Tell us exactly what you want, and we’ll do it.” Shane said.

They ended up in the guest bathroom, to really set the scene.

Luca had never directed them before. It felt strange, having the power to guide them to fulfill his fantasy, like little dolls. Luca was already dizzy with it.

He instructed Shane and Ilya to turn the water on and kiss each other, ignoring Luca who stood outside of the open door, watching.

Ilya had his and Shane’s cocks between his hand, giving slow, languid strokes that had Shane sighing and shifting on his feet. Luca was quiet by the door, halfway between the frame and the entrance.

“Oh, what’s this?” Ilya said with a laugh. Luca blushed, squeaking, like he’d actually been caught. His hand flew out of his shorts, hiding it behind himself. He felt the harsh heat of humiliation leak through him, settling warm in his stomach.

“I–I…” he started.

“What the hell, were you watching us?” Shane asked, voice stern, still pressed up against Ilya.

“That’s disgusting, Luca. Were you getting off on that?” Ilya joined in. He let go of their cocks, instead running his hands along Shane’s ass, squeezing it between his fingers.

“N-no…I’m sorry.”

“No? Your dick is hard. I saw you touching yourself.” Ilya accused.

Luca knew that Shane and Ilya had a bit of an interesting dynamic. There were times when he came over and Ilya was already making fun of Shane for some perceived wrongdoing, and Shane ate it out of his palm with a smile and tear-stained cheeks. Shane isn’t allowed to cum, Shane can only cum if we do first, Shane isn’t allowed to touch either of us.

It made Luca curious. What would he have to do to get that same treatment? He thought he might like to not be allowed to cum until he was begging, reduced to a wet, shivering mess. He thought he might like to have an ass so red it mimicked a sunburn.

He hadn’t ever seen it happen, but Luca had come to their home and Shane was sniffling with his ass in the air, so sore that Luca had felt the heat of it by hovering his hand.

That really intrigued him.

So, he told them as much before this all started. That, maybe, he would like a similar treatment. Like to be reduced to nothing but a quivering, boneless mass of tears.

“I’m—sorry,” he apologized, stilted. It was strange—he knew this was a game, that they were pretending, but he felt blinded by shame. It was almost too exciting, bordering on incomprehension.

“He says he’s sorry, Shane. What do you think?”

Luca looked down at the ground. He heard the shower turn off.

“I think he’s a creep who just got off on watching us.” Shane answered.

Luca gulped, fingers flexing behind him, still hiding the hand he used to touch his dick.

He heard the slap of feet against tile. Two pairs of feet merged into his eyesight.

His gaze was directed up with a hand in his hair. He gasped, feeling the sting all the way down the nape of his neck.

Luca met Ilya’s eyes, hard and dark. His gaze flicked to Shane, who was looking at him with open annoyance. Luca thought, absently, that both of them were very good at acting. Perhaps they had a lot of practice.

“Such a pervert,” Ilya drawled. Luca really liked the way he said it. He always thought Ilya’s accent was sexy. “I’m not surprised, though,” Ilya twisted his fingers harder into his hair, pulling his neck back. “I saw you looking at me before. Bet you went home after every game and practice and jerked off to me, right?”

Luca whimpered. Ilya smiled slowly.

“Or, probably jerked off to both of us? That’s disgusting, Luca. I’m your captain and Shane is your teammate. You don’t have anyone else to think about?”

Oh. Luca really liked that. His dick drooled in his shorts.

Ilya’s eyes wavered for one moment, his grip loosening.

Luca shifted forward, trying to get the pain back.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, licking his lips, looking between Ilya and Shane.

“He said he’s sorry, but he still did it,” Shane said with a shrug, looking Luca up and down.

“What do you think we should do?” Ilya asked.

They were looking only at each other now, heads cocked to the side, considering what to do with a disobedient and naughty Luca.

“I think he needs to be punished,” Shane answered.

Ilya flashed a smirk, released his hair, took hold of both wrists and spun him around. Ilya nudged his calf with his foot and barked, “Walk.”

When Luca didn’t immediately obey, he felt a hand land hard and heavy on his asscheek. Ilya still had both of his hands around Luca’s wrists. That must have been Shane. He whined, overtaken by a harsh tremor, and shuffled his feet.

Ilya pushed him face down onto the bed, edging Luca up with a grip beneath his knees.

Fingers fisted in the back of his shorts, pulling them down to bunch beneath his knees. He gasped, twitching.

The bed dipped beside him. Ilya fisted his hair, pushing his face against his crotch. Luca whined, nuzzling against the heat, licking at the hardness of his cock through his pants. He realized, dimly, that both of them were still fully clothed. He was the only one exposed.

“Come here. Across my lap.” Ilya released him.

Luca felt for a moment he might pass out as he hoisted himself up on shaking arms, crawling until he was stretched out across Ilya’s body.

Too many things happened at once to even begin to process. Still not a single second to breathe.

Two hands grabbed his hips, hoisting him up. He felt the flat press of a tongue against his hole at the same time Ilya’s heavy palm connected with his ass.

The tongue—Shane’s, he assumed—disappeared. Ilya slapped his ass four times in quick succession. Luca squirmed, wiggling against the grip on his hips, hands splaying across the bed. It hurt. Maybe more than he expected. Maybe not enough.

Shane licked him again. Ilya hit him hard, tracing a finger along the heating skin.

“Fuck, fuck.” He moaned, trying to push back into the feeling of a mouth against him. Shane was really good at eating Luca out. Like, really really good at it. He was making out with his hole, sucking along the rim, teasing with licks just on the edge of what he wanted.

“Please.” He begged. Ilya slapped him again. It stung, bright and sharp. He felt it all throughout his bottom, crawling down the back of his thighs. Ilya’s hand found Luca’s hair, pulling him up, straining his neck back.

“Such a bad boy. Look at you, I can feel you getting my pants all wet.”

Luca was leaking, the tip of his dick gliding against the rough fabric of Ilya’s pants.

Ilya hit him again. Shane pulled back, his thumb tapping against Luca’s hole.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“What are you sorry for?” Ilya asked, smacking him so hard Luca could only open his mouth in a silent yell. “I think you like to be bad. Like getting spanked by your captain.”

“Oh, god,” Luca’s eyes rolled back. He felt his stomach clench, a drop of fire in his groin.

“Yeah? Do you?”

Shane’s mouth found him again. Ilya hit him hard.

“I asked you a question, Luca. Tell me. Say you like being this, getting spanked by your captain. Our next game, your ass is going to be so sore. Will you think about me? About us?”

Shane’s finger was pressing against his saliva wet hole, sneaking in. Luca sobbed.

Ilya slapped him again. He let go of his hair. Luca fell forward, nose pressed against the mattress.

“Our teammates are going to notice. They’re going to see how red your ass is. Do you want me to tell them what happened? Want them to know that you were being a greedy slut in your captain’s bed and had to get punished?”

“Yes!” He groaned, surprised by his own volume. “Fuck, yes, please captain, please I’m sorry I’m such a slut, please I wanna—please I want to cum.”

Shane and Ilya stilled, Shane’s finger still inside of him, Ilya’s palm against his ass.

“Shane, did you hear that?” Ilya laughed, giving two, quick taps. “He thinks he gets to cum.”

“Oh, Luca,” Shane cooed, voice full of condescension “Why would we let a pervert like you cum? Thought you wanted to watch us get off.”

The dread he felt slide down his throat, landing in his stomach, only made him infinitely more excited.

“No, please—” he gathered the duvet in his hands. Shane released his hips. “I need it, please, I’ll be good.”

Luca honestly wasn’t sure how they expected him not to cum. He almost came three separate times since they started.

They made it a bit easier for him, though.

He was taking in short, sharp breaths as he watched Ilya plow into Shane. Shane was lying limp against the mattress, his cheek smushed.

“Mm, fuck,” he groaned, meeting Ilya’s thrusts.

“Please,” Luca repeated for the umpteenth time, squirming against the bed. Of course Shane and Ilya had a wealth of sex toys, a few of which were being utilized on him right now.

His wrists were bound with leather cuffs, each tied to the opposite bedpost. And, maddeningly, a vibrator inside of him, pushed only far enough to batter against his walls, not touching the one spot he kept shifting to try and get it to reach. The one that would make him fall apart, spill outside of himself.

Shane looked up from the mattress, his chin tucked against it. He gave Luca a look that Luca had no words for, could truly only describe as evil before he rolled his eyes back, running his tongue along the seam of his lips.

“Bet you wish this was you, huh Luca?” He said, incredibly lucid despite the way Ilya was absolutely drilling into him. “You want to get fucked by my husband. Your captain, yeah?”

“Yes. I need it so bad.”

He looked up at Ilya, who was grinning like a maniac, eyes darting between Shane beneath him and Luca with an expression of awe.

“Mmm—yeah, right there. Such a fucking slut—bet you jerked off to this before. Aren’t you lucky? Isn’t this wh-what you wanted?”

It was everything and more. Luca tried to express this, but all that came out was a garbled groan as he sobbed, thrashing against the bed, trying to bring his hands towards his body.

“Tell me,” Shane panted, “tell me what you wish he would do to you?”

Luca threw his head back, straining against the cuffs.

“I want him to f-fuck me.”

“How do you want him to fuck you?” Shane was out of breath, a vein in his forehead popping.

Ilya was silent, still, running his fingers along the length of Shane’s jaw, twisting the other in his hair. The only noises he was making were soft grunts, the echo of his skin hitting Shane’s.

“Just fuck me, however, I don’t know!” He cried, twisting his torso. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape how good it all felt, the buzzing torture of being unable to do anything but sit there and succumb.

“Look at me,” Shane barked. Luca did, prying his wet eyes open, “mmm, Ilya, right there—you’re such a greedy slut, Luca. Just gonna take whatever we give you?”

Shane was staring at him with something so powerful and enchanting that Luca wondered briefly if maybe this was all a dream. It seemed impossible that he could feel this much in the waking world.

He watched as Ilya pushed Shane’s head down into the mattress, fucking into him like he had something to prove. It was overwhelming how much it turned him on. Yes, he wanted to get fucked, but seeing Ilya fuck Shane was an equally enticing and overwhelming experience. He shifted his hips on the bed, finally, finally, nudging the toy just far enough to make him scream and bare his neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, barely having any time to get the words out. It took him by surprise. He remembered the vague instructions of not doing that, but he truly could not envision a world in which that was possible. It took him by surprise, whiting his vision as he clenched helplessly around the toy, releasing against his stomach. It surged out of him, so much that it hit him along the underside of his jaw. His ears were ringing, eyes squeezed shut so hard it hurt as it wracked through him, over and over again. It felt like it may never stop. He almost didn’t want it to.

“Fuck, fuck,” he cried as the toy kept buzzing inside of him, his body contracting around it. He screamed when he felt another wave, hitting the threshold beyond pleasure, merging into pain.

The mercy of the vibrator leaving him made him slump forward, shaking all over. His hands came down, fingers rubbing the raw flesh of his wrists.

“Sorry I came,” he apologized when he entered back into existence. Ilya and Shane laughed.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry, next time we will make sure you don’t make the same mistake.” Ilya said with a laugh, like it was a joke, but Luca knew better. It made him excited, thinking about testing his limits more, safe in the capable hands of Ilya and Shane.

Luca lifted his head from where it was wedged against Shane’s damp side after all three of them fell into a heap on the bed.

Six.

Ilya had his arm around Shane’s shoulder, meeting Luca’s eyes from across the room.

They had the team over for a trivial, frequent gathering, and Ilya could not stop thinking about grabbing Shane and Luca by the hair and forcing them onto their knees while everyone watched. He wanted to growl mine like some feral, senseless animal. Mark his claim.

A rookie was sitting on the outdoor sofa next to Luca, and because apparently everyone in hockey was gay now (or maybe Ottawa just brought it out in people, Ilya was considering contacting a scientist to test the Ottawa air for special gay oxygen), said rookie was sitting a little too close to Luca and laughing very loudly at his jokes.

Luca looked away, turning his attention towards the rookie.

“You okay?” Shane asked quietly. They stood in a mini circle with Troy, Harris, and Dykstra. Ilya wouldn’t be able to say what they were talking about if his life depended on it.

“Yeah.”

Ilya didn’t have to look at Shane to know his eyebrows were furrowed into a cute little crease that Ilya often liked to lick and poke, just like every other part of Shane’s body.

He spent a few more minutes looking at then looking away from Luca, politely nodding at the right points in the conversation, before he released his arm from around Shane.

“Going to throw this away inside,” he said, crushing the can in his hand. Shane didn't comment on the fact they had a designated recycling bin outside.

“I’ll come with you.”

The inside of the home was silent, everyone outside on the deck that Shane and Ilya spent a good amount of money on remodeling.

“What’s up with you?” Shane asked as soon as they stepped in through the sliding doors.

Ilya frowned, “Nothing. I don’t know.”

Shane matched his expression, shifting on his feet.

“Is it—”

The sliding door opened. Luca closed it behind himself with a soft click, his face flushed, bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

Luca walked towards them, doe-eyes filled with want, so tangible Ilya thought he might be able to stick a finger into his pupil, pull it out and see the desire inked on his skin.

“Luca…” Ilya started. He still had the can in his hand, crumpling it as he flexed his arm.

He was so close now that he didn’t need to speak above a whisper.

“I’m sitting out there with our teammates and…” he swallowed, Ilya tracked the movement with his eyes, “all I can think about is how badly I want the both of you.”

Ilya took in a sharp breath, his dick swelling against his thigh. He looked at Shane, saw his eyes clouded, the tops of his cheeks bruised with desire.

“You can’t say things like that,” Ilya groaned, adjusting himself inside his pants. “I will not be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t control yourself,” Luca said, licking his lips.

Upstairs in the bedroom, all three of them tore their clothes off with a wild fervor, kicking out of pants, tearing out of shirts, pulling down their underwear.

“Fuck,” Ilya said as he stood above them both, Shane and Ilya on their knees below him, stroking themselves as he ran his cock along the seams of their mouths, their tongues flicking out to taste him.

He grabbed both of them by their hair, forcing their mouths to slide against his cock. Luca nudged his nose along the underside, Shane mouthed at the tip, both of them looking like they wanted nothing more, needed nothing more, than to suck Ilya’s cock.

“Luca,” Ilya grunted, “everyone is going to—fuck, notice that you’re gone. Hm?” He forced his grip into his hair harder, bringing his face down to Ilya’s balls. Luca eagerly licked the sack, pulling one into his mouth.

“Do you think they know? That you’re up here, sucking your Captain’s dick?”

Luca moaned against him, trying to pull back. Ilya loosened his grip. Luca stared up at him, pupils blown wide.

“I want them to know. I want everyone to know that…that I’m yours. You and Shane’s.”

Shane stilled on Ilya’s dick, his hand working faster between his legs.

“Ours.” Ilya said, breathless.

Ilya pulled Shane back, shoving his dick all the way inside Luca’s parted lips. He slapped him across the face, hearing the crack sound in the room, followed by three moans—one from Ilya, Shane, and a muffled groan from Luca.

“Look at this, Shane, do you think he likes sucking my cock?”

“Yeah, Ilya, I think he—mmm, I think he really likes it.”

“Stand behind him. Hold his head.”

Luca’s eyelids fluttered closed. Shane stood on wobbly legs, his dick weeping. He grabbed two handfuls of Luca’s soft, blond hair and forced his mouth to meet Ilya’s thrusts until Luca was choking and gagging, saliva pooling down the sides of his mouth. Ilya ran his thumb along his drool, feeding it back into his mouth alongside Ilya’s dick.

Ilya wanted everything all at once, it was almost too much to wade through. He really wanted to fuck them right here, wanted to open the bedroom window and make them scream his name, let everyone hear them. He wanted to send Luca down with a face covered in cum, not let him wash it off.

“Fuck, Shane come here,” Ilya felt and sounded winded.

Shane walked over with his dick in his hand, his chest rising and falling.

“Luca, think you can fit both of us in your mouth?” Luca pulled back until just the tip of Ilya was resting between his lips and nodded with wild enthusiasm.

Logistically, Luca could only manage to fit them both just slightly below the heads. But fuck, it was hot—why hadn’t they done this before? Shane’s warm cock was brushing against Ilya’s, Luca’s mouth was opened so wide to accommodate both of them. He was steadily drooling, unable to get his lips closed. It was dripping down his chin, catching along his chest.

“Touch yourself, Luca. Make yourself cum from us fucking your mouth. Everyone is going to know that you’re a slut for us. You’re going to…fuck,” Ilya found speaking very difficult suddenly, watching as Luca reached between his legs to give a few strokes before he was coming into his fist, moaning around them.

“Fuck. Gonna cum on your face, okay?” Luca nodded as he and Shane pulled back. He opened his tongue in waiting.

“God, Luca, so hot—so perfect,” Shane whined, tangling a hand in his hair, jerking his dick off onto his waiting mouth. Shane came first with a gasp, and Ilya soon followed, the sight of Shane’s cum pooling on Luca’s tongue, trailing down his face was a sight that might have had Ilya coming hands free.

He came in hot streaks along Luca’s face, across his nose, along his pretty, pink lips. Luca lapped it up, looking debauched and horny even after coming.

“I should send you back down like this,” Ilya said, trailing his fingers through the cum on Luca’s face as he caught his breath. Luca whimpered, shuffling on his knees. “Bet you’d like that.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, looking up at both of them. “I would.”

After cleaning up, they shuffled downstairs. The inside of the house was still empty. Ilya could hear the faint conversations traveling through the closed door.

Ilya opened the door and let Shane and Luca enter the deck first. The conversations continued, everyone seeming to mind their business.

Except for Troy, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes, looking between the three of them. Ilya shrugged at him, smirking.

Ilya pulled Shane into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Then, because he fucking could, and who gave a fuck, really—he pulled Luca in beside him as well, hearing him squeak as he was jostled into Ilya’s warm, sturdy side.

Troy rolled his eyes and looked away. Ilya stuck out his tongue, surveying the group. No one paid them any mind, really, besides a few curious glances. That was fine. It wasn't a crime to hold Luca in his arms at a party, in his own home. It could easily be construed as platonic. And it was, in some ways. He didn't need to cum again for at least an hour. For now, it was chaste.

"Ty milyy pchelka," you're cute, little bee Ilya whispered into Luca's hair.

Luca looked at him with amusement, pressing himself further into his body. Shane was talking to someone from the other side of Ilya.

"I will teach you Russian, soon."

Luca nodded, cheeks pink. "I'd like that, Ilya."

Ilya grinned at Luca, pinching the soft flesh of his waist. Ilya was still unwilling to define it, a sentiment that Shane and Luca seemed to potentially share, but he knew that this—whatever it was, whatever it wasn't, was pure bliss.