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Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty:
- He had smoked so much mirthroot that he couldn’t feel his face. Which was a damn shame because there was a female currently sitting on it.
- He had downed an obscene amount of whiskey, because he had no idea what the female’s name was, or how they’d gotten to his bedroom, or how he’d wound up with his tongue between her legs.
- He really fucking loved his life. At least … right now.
Ruhn dug his fingers into the soft, spotted flanks of the delectable creature moaning above him, dragging his lip ring across that spot he knew would—
Yeah. There it was. That groan of pure pleasure that shot right to his cock, currently aching behind the fly of his black jeans. He hadn’t even undressed before going to town on the sweet faun who’d shyly approached him at the beer pong table. He’d gotten one look at her large green eyes, the long legs that ended in those pretty little hooves, and the creamy skin of her neck, above those high, perky breasts, and known precisely where he wanted this night to end.
Good thing she’d had the same idea. Had told him precisely what she wanted in that whisper-soft voice.
Ruhn flicked his tongue across the taut bud of her clit, savoring the meadow-soft taste of her in his mouth. She arched, thighs straining—and came with a series of breathy moans that nearly had him spilling in his pants.
Ruhn gripped her bare ass, letting her ride his face through each wave of pleasure, moaning himself as he slipped his tongue inside her to let her delicate inner muscles clench around him.
Fuck, this was hot. She was hot. Even through the haze of drugs and booze, he was ready to go. All he needed was the okay from those full lips and he’d be buried in her within seconds…The faun stilled, chest heaving, and Ruhn swallowed the taste of [her] deep into his throat.
“Merciful Cthona,” the faun breathed, rising on her knees to pull herself off his face. Ruhn released the firm cheeks of her ass, meeting her bright gaze as she peered at him, a flush across her high cheekbones.
Ruhn winked up at her, running a tongue over the corner of his mouth to get one final taste of her. Gods, she was delectable. Her throat bobbed, her pulse fluttering like a beckoning drum. Ruhn ran his hands up her bare thighs, fingers grazing over her narrow hips and waist. “Do you want to—”
The door to his bedroom burst open, and Ruhn, pinned beneath the female, could do nothing but twist his head toward the male standing there. Apparently, the sight of the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae with a female straddling his face was common enough that Tristan Flynn didn’t so much as blink. Didn’t even smirk.
— House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City) by Sarah J. Maas
“I see you got started without me,” Flynn said as he leaned in the doorway. Not a hint of the drunken revelry from earlier in the evening reflected in his sharp eyes.
The faun turned to look at the new arrival, sliding down Ruhn’s body until she was straddling his hips. Ruhn groaned as her backside brushed against his cock. If only his stupid zipper wasn’t in the way.
Ruhn propped himself up on his elbows and glared at Flynn. “What do you want, Flynn?” Ruhn asked exasperatedly.
“There’s a situation brewing downstairs,” Flynn replied. Ruhn stiffened as he noted the seriousness on his friend’s face. The tight lips, the furrowed brow, the lack of color in his usually golden-brown face. Flynn gestured to the starsword in the corner of the room, buried under a pile of laundry. “Bring that.”
Fuck. This had to be serious then.
Ruhn groaned, and not out of pleasure this time. He really didn’t want to stop what he was doing with the stunning female. “And this requires my immediate attention?” The reluctance in his voice was palpable.
“Why?” Flynn asked. “Are you busy?”
Ruhn growled in frustration. “You know I am, asshole.”
Flynn flashed one of his signature grins — the kind that made males flee and females crawl into his bed — and said to the faun, “I can take care of you while the chosen one is otherwise occupied, if you’d like.” He winked and Ruhn could have sworn that she trembled slightly atop him.
She seemed to consider Flynn for a moment, eyes raking over his chiseled frame, looking him up and down as if deciding which fae male to continue on seeking her pleasure from. Her eyes paused at the buldge in Flynn’s pants before a wicked smile broke over her face.
“I’d prefer if you’d stay, Prince,” she said without taking her eyes off Flynn, “And you too, Lord Tristan.”
Flynn’s nostrils flared in surprise at her request.
Ruhn reached for his magic, projecting words into his friend’s head. I’m game if you are. He’d never been with a male and a female at the same time before. Two females, many times, but this would be a new experience.
I thought you didn’t like sharing. Flynn’s thoughts floated to him through the mental channel between them.
I’m not the one who labels my shampoo bottles “Tristan Flynn’s DO NOT USE.”
Fine. Anticipation rose within Ruhn at Flynn’s agreement. They were really going to do this.
And the situation downstairs?
Flynn smiled devilishly. I’m sure Dec can handle it.
“What’s your name, sweet cheeks?” Flynn asked the faun.
“Tiffany,” she breathed.
“Well, Tiffany,” Flynn crooned. “Today might just be your lucky day.”
A blush stole across her face, highlighting her freckles. The sight sent a fresh wave of desire through Ruhn. His cock demanded attention and if he didn’t get it soon, he might just start begging.
As if reading his thoughts, the faun reached for the button on Ruhn’s jeans and then pulled the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Her hand brushed against his cock as she went.
At last his dick sprang free, catching her attention. Her eyes widened as she took in his proud length, now fully erect and displayed for all to see. Male satisfaction roared in his chest as she looked her fill.
“Luna above,” she whispered, “I’ve never seen anyone this large.” The scent of her arousal filled the room, leaving Ruhn half-frantic. He needed her right now.
“If you think that’s impressive, wait until you see mine.” Flynn had removed his shirt and closed the door in the time since Ruhn had last glanced his way. The other male strutted across the room, stopping before the foot of the bed, his hand resting on the button of his pants. “Let me know when you’re ready, Tiffany.”
“Please,” she mewled in response.
“Turn around. Look at me,” Flynn ordered the faun.
She did as she was told, coming face to face with Flynn’s buldge as she crawled toward him. Her hands shook from anticipation as she unfastened the button and yanked down the zipper. One hand disappeared beneath his waistband and she let out a soft “oh” before tipping her head back and exposing the column of her throat. All the while her hand worked inside his jeans.
Ruhn couldn’t stop himself any longer. He sat up, and scooted forward, pressing his body up against Tiffany’s backside and trailing his tongue along her throat. Unable to resist, his hips rocked against her, letting his erection slide across her soft, freckled skin.
He didn’t know what was happening downstairs at the party. Didn’t care. All that mattered was that she felt like sin against him. He breathed in deeply to get more of that delicious, heady, lustful scent that kept threatening to be his undoing.
Electricity shot between them causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. Fuck.
He groaned, doing his best to hold back. Flynn better hurry the fuck up if they were going to do this. How the Hel was his friend still so calm? And why the fuck were his clothes still on?
As if on cue, Flynn’s eyes rolled back in his head and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. “Tiffany,” his friend said as he grabbed her wrist.
Ruhn paused for a moment. He’s never noticed the timbre of Flynn’s voice before. Deep and rich. It made him feel funny in a way a male voice had never made him feel before. He wanted to hear it again so that he could drown in the smooth, sensual tones.
Ruhn was in luck.
“Slow down there, sweet cheeks,” Flynn drawled as he removed her hand from his pants. He leaned forward and kissed her hungrily. She arched back into Ruhn, a pleasured whimper escaping them both as Flynn drew away, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. “Let’s kick this thing up a notch.”
“Yes,” Tiffany begged. “Yes. Yes.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Within moments, Flynn’s pants had come off. The male’s arousal strained against his black boxer briefs as Tiffany swore. Ruhn bit down on his bottom lip. How had he never noticed that Flynn looked like a golden god before?
Come to think of it, Declan has said something similar. Now, Ruhn was inclinded to agree. Flynn was fucking hot. Ruhn could have sworn that the other male had muscles on his muscles.
Flynn winked at them and Ruhn felt his heart pound in response. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, Flynn shimmied off his underwear and stood proudly over them. The faun swallowed hard.
For a moment Ruhn went preternaturally still as he admired Flynn’s body. Ruhn knew that he had a nice cock. It had gotten many compliments from many different females over the years. But Flynn’s — Burning fucking Solas — Flynn’s cock was the kind that you’d expect to see carved on the marble statues at the Crescent City Institute of Art. Long, proud, and thick. It was also hard as granite.
Ruhn blushed, suddenly understanding exactly why Declan preferred males. Flynn’s cock was captivating and strangely beautiful. Was that weird? Maybe, but Ruhn wouldn’t worry about it.
He shook his head to clear away the thoughts as he took his own length into his hand, pumping vigorously as he watched Flynn. His other hand drifted down the faun’s feminine form until it reached the apex of her thighs. He stroked her until her eyes fluttered shut as she emitted a series of breathy moans.
The other male was now kneeling at the foot of the bed, his dick bobbing as he settled into position. “What do you want us to do with you, Tiffany?” Flynn crooned, his voice once again stirring something inside Ruhn.
He was dimly aware of the faun saying “I need you inside me now,” and “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“And where exactly do you want me?” Flynn asked, as he grasped at the female’s ass. His hand accidentally brushed up against sensitive skin, dangerously close to Ruhn’s penis.
In me. Ruhn wanted to say as he imagined Flynn pounding into him at a relentless pace, each demanding thrust careening them both toward blissful oblivion.
“Do you want me in your mouth?” Flynn asked as he nipped at her ear.
“Yes,” Tiffany breathed as Ruhn continued to massage her clit. The faun’s pants were becoming quicker as her desperation grew.
“Or in your slit?” Flynn’s hand touched Ruhn’s as he slid two fingers inside her. Their eyes met and Flynn grinned at him. Together they’d ring every drop of pleasure from her body.
“Yes.” Tiffany’s hips bucked. She was writhing against him, riding both their hands towards release.
“Or in your — “
“Yes,” she moaned. Ruhn could feel her starting to tremble as she came unwound. They hadn’t even entered her yet and she was nearing her climax. “I want you everywhere.”
Ruhn cocked an eyebrow at Flynn. Ready?
Oh, I was born ready.
Flynn pulled his fingers out and grinned. They glistened with her.
“Don’t stop,” the faun said an Ruhn drew his own hand back. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration from the lack of physical contact. “Please.”
“We wouldn’t dream of stopping,” Ruhn said as he placed his hands firmly on her waist.
“Hang on and enjoy the ride.” Flynn purred. The sound went straight to Ruhn’s cock.
And then, as if they were of one mind, they moved. Within seconds, they’d flipped her around and Flynn had buried himself deep inside her. She let out a high pitched squeal as Flynn thrust in and in and in.
It was a sight Ruhn would never forget. Sweat glistened on Flynn’s golden brown body. His green eyes were hazy with lust and his chestnut hair was all out of place. It only added to his charm.
And she was resplendent, her beautiful face tinted with pink and twisted in ecstasy. She inched forward as Flynn pounded into her. A near constant stream of whimpers came from her mouth as Flynn hit that spot that would have her screaming in no time.
Ruhn almost came in his hand just thinking about it. Flynn winked as he caught Ruhn staring. Ruhn’s face heated. His cock ached with desire.
She must have sensed his growing need because a split second later her jaw dropped open to accommodate Ruhn. He rose to his knees and guided her face towards him. Her lips wrapped around him, surrounding him with her warmth.
She took a moment to adjust to his size before running her tongue along his shaft. Her lips caressed his length as she drew back, pausing at the head to suck.
Fuck. This was so good. Fuck. Fuck. He needed to move. “Tap three times if you need me to stop, okay?” he said to Tiffany.
She tried to speak, but her mouth was too full of him.
He started slowly as he pushed himself into her mouth, but soon gave in to reckless abandon as his hips sped up beyond his control.
He could barely tear his eyes away from her pretty mouth as he sheathed himself in it. She was perfect, the most perfect female to ever exist, he thought as she took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat.
He could feel the release building at the base of his spine. His eyes fluttered shut and he let his mind go blank as the tingle spread. Any minute now.
“Hey,” Flynn said, “Look at me.”
Ruhn opened his eyes to find his friend staring at him intently. Flynn reached out a hand and ran his fingers down Ruhn’s cheek. Ruhn’s stomach flipped. Maybe all those brief and gentle touches hadn’t been an accident at all.
Flynn smiled. “Of course I meant them, asshole.”
Ruhn’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t realized he’d said the words at all. His heart thundered. His cock twitched and he struggled to hold back his orgasm. And then his lips were crushing against Flynn’s, their tongues sliding against each other.
An explosion of feeling went off inside Ruhn. The world went blank except for the twinkling stars at the edges of his vision. He kept kissing Flynn, pausing only to gasp for air, and he spilled down Tiffany’s throat. The faun seemed determined to milk every last drop from him.
Finally, fully spent, Ruhn collapsed backwards on the bed. He felt like he was floating. Everything was so warm and comfortable. He closed his eyes. He could still feel the rocking of the bed and his companions moaning in the distance. This was nice, he thought to himself. He’d ask Flynn in the morning if they could do this again sometime.
A guttural sound snapped Ruhn out of his trance and his eyes flew open. Flynn’s eyes had rolled into the back of his head as his hips stuttered against Tiffany. She was screaming with pleasure.
“Come inside me,” she panted. So Flynn did, gasping with each of his final movements.
And then they stilled, Flynn hunched over and holding her to his chest as he caught his breath. She went limp in his arms. Exhausted. They were all utterly exhausted.
They fell asleep with Tiffany between them. It was nice. Comfortable. Easy. Nothing outside of this room existed, as far as Ruhn was concerned.
When Flynn finally spoke an hour later, Ruhn came crashing back to reality. “Should we go check on Dec?”
Ruhn wanted to pretend not to hear. It was probably a good idea, there had been some sort of disturbance after all, but Ruhn didn’t want to leave. It was far nicer to lay in bed snuggled up with Tiffany and Flynn. But he couldn’t.
He sighed and turned his head to Flynn. “We probably should.”
Flynn sat up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. Before he could reach for his shirt, Ruhn cleared his throat. Flynn looked back at him, a question in his eyes.
“But if I asked you to stay, would you?” Ruhn asked.
A smile lit up Flynn's face. “Anything for you, friend.”