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Jayce returned home from the lab to find Viktor bent over his dining room table, gasping as Mel fucked him within an inch of his life.
A grin spread across Jayce's face, and he threw his satchel on its respective hook before removing his coat. This wasn’t new. Hadn’t been for nearly a year, not since the three of them had confessed their feelings for each other and everyone had unceremoniously moved into Jayce’s apartment.
Mel had brought her box of playthings, including her strap, and they’d been experimenting…as scientists do, of course.
But what was new was how loud Viktor was. His voice pitched higher and higher with every thrust. His fingernails clawed at the table. He was shaking and sodden with sweat that’d collected in the delicate dips and hollows of his porcelain skin. Normally, Viktor was a reserved lover, taking his pleasure with fluttering eyes and a bitten lips, but now his gaze was wide and wild, spit-slick mouth parted as he panted. His bad leg was bent and resting on the table as he stood on the trembling toes of his good leg—one of his favorite angles that reached a part deep inside of him.
Jayce shucked off his boots with a furrow in his brow, and his head shot up when Viktor wailed , Mel clamping a hand over his throat to pull him back against her, punching the air out of his lungs with a few more brutal thrusts. For a horrified moment, Jayce feared that Mel was actually hurting Viktor, but that’s when Viktor came all over himself and the table with a strangled cry, sobbing as Mel continued to fuck him through it. Her thrusts grew erratic until eventually the both of them slumped against the table, trembling.
All of Jayce’s blood supply had gone straight to his dick, depriving his brain of any rational thought, and he had to lean against the door to make sure he didn’t collapse in front of his two partners. Was the world spinning or was that just him?
Mel and Viktor’s sides heaved as they sucked in shaky breaths, and Viktor hummed when Mel leaned over to kiss the tears off of his face. The two of them groaned when she pulled out, wincing at the sensitivity, before she undid the buckles around her hips and placed the strap on the table.
“Uh…what’s that?” was all Jayce could manage around his dry throat at the sight of…what the fuck was he even looking at?
“A miracle, that’s what,” Viktor rasped, and he allowed Mel to turn him over onto his back, running his hands up her sides where the buckles had chafed imprints against her smooth dark skin. The two of them kissed lazily, reminding Jayce of content, sated cats, and he took a moment to examine the…machinery?...on the table.
It definitely wasn’t Mel’s usual strap. For one thing, it was bigger, and although it was covered in black silicone and looked much like a normal toy, there was a complicated motherboard of levers and buttons connected to the hip of the belt. There was even a conjoined part to stimulate Mel, which looked like it could be used externally or internally…perhaps even both.
“We were just testing out Viktor’s latest invention,” Mel explained.
“An, eh…experimental trial run, of sorts,” Viktor hummed in agreement, sitting up and allowing his legs to dangle off the edge of the table
Jayce couldn’t help but wonder if he was the luckiest man alive as Viktor and Mel beckoned him over with crooked fingers. Like a sailor called to by the song of sirens, he hurried into their embrace, allowing the two to pepper his face and neck with kisses and touch where they pleased.
“How was the lab?” Viktor asked, trailing his mouth up Jayce’s jaw and smoothing a hand down his arm. His hair was an untamable mess: Mel had definitely been pulling on it. She and Jayce had discovered pretty early on that Viktor loved to be manhandled.
“If I’m being honest, I spent most of my time worrying about why you were taking the day off today,” Jayce admitted, turning his face so that their lips could meet. “I thought you might be sick. Or mad for some reason. Instead, you and Mel were fucking each other all day without me.”
Mel took Jayce’s chin in hand, tilting it away from Viktor’s lips and toward her own. Viktor huffed but was content to dive into Mel’s neck, kissing and nibbling as he licked away the cooling sweat there. Jayce placed a hand onto Viktor’s thigh and squeezed, while his other hand trailed up Mel’s body to cup her breast and thumb over a pert nipple.
“We prefer the term ‘experimenting,’” Mel murmured into Jayce’s mouth in that smooth, honeyed tone she always used when she was intent on getting what she wanted…the same voice Jayce and Viktor were helpless to. She undid the top button on Jayce’s collar, then ran her palm down his chest. “The invention truly is something. And…we wanted to surprise you with a show when you got home.”
“My idea,” Viktor hummed, grazing his teeth over Mel’s shoulder.
“Yes, Viktor’s idea,” she conceded, smirking as she turned to kiss Viktor on his temple.
Broken from the spell of Mel’s mouth, Jayce averted his gaze back to the contraption on the table. “What makes it so special?”
“Let’s shower first, and then we’ll tell you all about it.”
Jayce thanked the gods and every other holy being in existence that, the moment his first Councillor check had hit his bank account, he’d invested in a shower big enough to fit three people. After nearly a half hour of making out under the hot water…which may have devolved into Mel sitting on Jayce’s face while Viktor sucked him off and fingered the lube out of himself…the three of them bundled up into their nightclothes and curled up in bed.
Mel and Viktor always complained that Jayce was a space heater during the summer months, but now that winter was slowly creeping up on them, Jayce found himself lying on his back with Mel and Viktor spooned up on either side of him, clinging to his body like hungry vines on a wall. Their blanket was thick and fur-lined, and the light of the full moon filtered through the window and cast a watery blue-white glow over everything in their room. Jayce’s quarters had been solely dedicated to his work prior to Mel and Viktor, but now that he’d learned that his lab and his home were better kept separate, the frantic equations and blueprints hanging everywhere had been replaced by Mel’s paintings, small trinkets Viktor had made with scrap parts, and souvenirs from their adventures.
Yeah, I really am the luckiest man alive, Jayce thought.
Nevertheless, something was still nagging at him, “About the invention…”
“Oh! I forgot.” Viktor sounded already half-asleep, shocking since he usually stayed up until well past midnight. Mel must’ve worked him like a dog. “Could you…?”
Mel didn’t need him to finish and hauled herself out of bed, knowing fully well Viktor’s leg usually bothered him once nightfall hit…and especially after a day spent being vigorously fucked. Jayce wondered how long they’d been going at it before he’d come home. If Viktor had been roused from sleep with a hard fingering and a strap in his ass and hadn’t been let go until now. It wouldn’t be unusual, especially if they were trying something new and really liked it.
“ You guys are like animals,” he recalled Caitlyn saying with a disgusted look on her face when all three of them had been late for last week’s winter fete looking a bit more disheveled than was strictly professional. Bold statement, considering her antics with Vi were somewhat of a legend in Piltover.
Mel eventually returned with the invention in hand, crawling back into bed and dropping it into Jayce’s lap. It was damp and smelled like soap—she’d washed it before bringing it here—but Jayce still ran his fingers over the silicone as if he could still feel the warmth of Viktor’s ass clenched around it.
“I wanted to call it the Hexstrap, but Viktor said no,” Mel sighed, pillowing her head on Jayce’s chest. She smelled strongly of Noxian oils, and Jayce couldn’t help but bury his nose into her hair and breathe her in. “He’s not much fun.”
“Because it doesn’t involve hextech whatsoever,” Viktor retorted, reaching out to twine his fingers with Mel’s, their joined hands resting over Jayce’s heart. “A hextech toy would kill us, I believe. Or at least liquefy our insides. This technology is advanced without being…an extreme hazard to life.”
Viktor took the strap out of Jayce’s hands, demonstrating some of the things it could do using the motherboard, and Jayce’s curiosity about the invention quickly morphed into something akin to unease as Viktor rattled off its features.
Perhaps it was the cooling and warming mechanism.
Perhaps it was the on/off toggle that could make it ribbed.
Perhaps it was the ten levels of vibration and fifteen vibration modes.
Perhaps it was the connecting mechanism to give Mel pleasure as if the appendage was actually attached to her.
Perhaps it was the liquid chamber that could spill an ungodly amount of ejaculate upon climax.
It could be any number of these features that made Jayce’s brow furrow, but all combined, it was a bit…he could hardly find the words for it. Let’s just say, as the one who did most of the fucking in this trio, Jayce suddenly wondered if this—fuck, he couldn’t help but think of it as the Hexstrap—was well on its way into replacing him.
He could imagine Viktor straddling his hips, just about ready to slide Jayce’s dick into the glorious sheath of his body, before suddenly turning to Mel with a grin, “I have a better idea.”
Or perhaps Mel, on her back with Jayce between her legs, seeming uninterested as he tries his best to please her, “ Can you use the toy now?”
Or even one of those marathon days where Jayce’s body gives out, unable to keep up with two insatiable partners…but rather than being content to lie back and watch Viktor and Mel pleasure each other, he watches on with envy as the two of them excitedly get the toy ready—refusing to stop even when Jayce’s body warms back up for the next round.
His musings sent a full-body shiver down his spine, and he regarded the invention with…dread? Yes, it’s definitely dread pooling in his gut. Mel and Viktor exchanged a long, amused look over Jayce’s head.
“Stop making that face. You’re an open book,” Viktor huffed, placing the strap on the nightstand. “This isn’t your replacement, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I was…No! No, I wasn’t thinking that. Not at all. Not one bit.”
“Very convincing, Defender of Tomorrow,” Mel drawled, walking her fingers up Jayce’s chest to tap him on his nose, as if scolding a child. “You’re our partner, Jayce. We love you, and love being with you—both between the sheets and out of them. Some piece of metal and silicone isn’t going to change that.”
Jayce meant to make another well-worded excuse, but could only stammer out bits and pieces of sentences that hardly made any sense strung together.
“It’s meant to be fun,” Viktor reminded him. “The only reason I made it was so we can explore more options when we’re together. It’s not meant to be a substitute for what we already have, but rather an exciting extension. You weren’t jealous of Mel’s strap before this, were you? Watching her fuck me senseless?”
“No, but…”
“When both of you were inside me at once, you didn’t feel like it was stealing your thunder?”
Jayce’s cheeks burned hot. “I…no, I didn’t…”
“Do you get jealous of me? When you wake up to me between Mel’s legs?”
“No! No, I don’t…” But your dick and Mel’s old strap aren’t scientifically optimized by you to generate the most mind-blowing amount of pleasure a human is capable of experiencing. Instead of admitting that aloud, he said, “I’ve never had a problem with any of that. This is new. I’m…”
“Paranoid,” Mel finished, but rather than chiding, a charged purr cut through the undercurrent of her voice. “Perhaps you need to try it out for yourself. After all, everything in this relationship needs to be approved by all three of us.”
Jayce was pretty sure all of the blood had drained from his face. He was no stranger to being the receiving end of things, though it was more out of his enjoyment of being dominated by his partners rather than an enjoyment of the actual act. It was amazing, but not quite what got him going…not to mention that this invention was much larger than anything that’d ever been put inside of him.
As if sensing his hesitance (but not complete opposition) to the idea, Mel and Viktor exchanged another look. A devious one, this time. The longer they were together, the more Jayce realized that even though Mel and Viktor were two different genders from two different regions, Jayce most certainly had a type. The cold calculation in their eyes. The slight, sly curve of their lips. The way they plotted against him, as if their personal mission was to make him come undone…
…and if he was being honest, he was more than happy to be their entertainment.
After some negotiation, Jayce found himself kneeling between Viktor’s legs, bringing their mouths together in a searing kiss. His partner was always so beautiful like this, the bright blush of his body standing out starkly against his milky pallor, with constellations of moles and freckles begging to be bitten. Joining them were the marks Mel had left behind this morning—rings of teeth and handprints and dark hickeys. As the palest of the three of them, Viktor most often fell victim to the two Councillors’ desire to lay claim to what was theirs. Jayce could tell Viktor was still tired from his previous escapades, so they kissed softly, almost lazily, even as their dicks perked up bit by bit between them.
“You seem worn out, Vitya ,” Mel drawled as she knelt behind Jayce, smoothing a hand down his spine, and he and Viktor shivered in unison, gasping against each other’s mouths. “Do you need to sit this one out?”
“Never,” Viktor growled, nipping Jayce’s lower lip for good measure. He grabbed the hair at the nape of Jayce’s neck and ignited their kiss with a renewed passion, swallowing the whimper that tripped from Jayce’s tongue.
“I didn’t expect any different,” Mel laughed softly, following her touch on Jayce’s back with a trail of kisses that felt like she’d lit a fire at each point her lips connected. “You wouldn’t want to miss Jayce being on his best behavior tonight. He seems impatient already.”
“As usual,” Viktor said, pulling their faces apart despite Jayce’s cry of protest.
He wasn’t left unsatisfied for long as Mel reached around to tip him back and turn his head for their lips to meet. She looked stunning in the glow of the candles, their light making her dark skin burn gold—matching her freckles and the jewelry she had yet to take out of her hair. Jayce groaned against her mouth when Viktor chased him upright to nuzzle his chest and tease a nipple with his teeth. Sandwiched between the two of them, Jayce feared he would spontaneously combust.
Mel reminded him of the sun. Viktor, the moon.
Jayce, the hapless fool caught in the dance of their orbit.
“You’re so good to us, Jayce,” Mel murmured against his mouth, smoothing her thumb over his jaw as her other hand wrapped possessively around his hip. “You’re nervous, but so eager to please.”
“Like a hound,” Viktor agreed beneath him, his accent lilting over the words as he moved on to torture Jayce’s other nipple. “A good boy, through and through.”
Jayce trembled at the praise, moaning softly into the kiss, and his breath hitched when Viktor trailed kisses between his pecs and up the column of his throat. Viktor’s lips finally found theirs, and the three of them kissed for a while before Mel grabbed Viktor’s face to plunder his mouth. Jayce grinned as they made out over his shoulder, running his hands up Viktor’s body and reaching back to smooth his palms over Mel’s thighs.
The sound of the cork popping from the oil bottle made Viktor’s dick perk up in Pavlovian fashion against Jayce’s leg, and Jayce admitted that his own face and chest grew hot with anticipation as the heady scent of Noxian oils permeated the air. Mel grabbed Viktor by the hair and pulled his face away from hers, making him whine, before allowing Jayce to push him back down against the pillows.
Viktor smirked as he made himself comfortable, his arms splayed above him as if he were lounging, and Jayce couldn’t help the hungry growl that escaped his throat as he dove down to suck a bruise into Viktor’s neck—joining the already copious quantities that decorated his body.
Jayce reached a hand behind himself, and Mel indulged him with a generous pour of oil onto his fingers.
“I’ve been tormented by you two for so long I’m shocked I haven’t started self-lubricating myself like a woman,” Viktor hummed as Jayce circled his swollen rim with one of those fingers, then plunged it into the welcoming heat of his body—still loose and open. Viktor spread his legs wider, his eyes fluttering closed as he bit his lip. “At this rate, I may need some exercises to tighten myself back up.”
“Or you could lie in bed forever while Jayce and I take turns keeping you full,” Mel said, peering over Jayce’s shoulder before giving it a hard nip. “I bet we could put a child in you if we tried hard enough.”
“If you two didn’t put a child in me the last time the Council was giving you trouble about trade with Zaun, I highly doubt it’s possible at this point,” Viktor retorted. “I swear there was not one moment of that week I didn’t have something inside of me.”
“As it should be,” Jayce snorted, sliding in another finger alongside the first. He crooked them up into that spot he knew Viktor liked—cutting off the next witty response with a needy moan.
Mel also seemed to take that as her cue, and Jayce shivered as an oiled finger trailed down his tailbone, going lower and lower before teasing over his hole. Her other hand swirled designs over his flesh, trailing sparks at the edges of her fingertips, and Jayce felt like a stallion at the starting gate, panting and wide-eyed and trembling as he waited for the sound of the horn.
He couldn’t help the muffled noise that tripped from his tongue at the first press of her finger, and he had to remind himself to breathe and relax, just like how his partners had trained him to do. It didn’t feel good quite yet, just strange, but his body seemed to know to expect pleasure very soon, vibrating with an eagerness that Jayce couldn’t quite control. It helped that he had a job to do, and he focused on pleasuring Viktor as he added a third finger, relishing in the way his partner’s hips bucked up off the mattress in search of more. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out of Viktor—ignoring the man’s snarl—and instead dove in with his mouth, lapping at Viktor’s rim.
At the same time, Mel added a second finger.
The stretch made Jayce whine into Viktor’s heat, and Viktor gasped, his fingers tangling in Jayce’s hair and pulling his mouth harder against him. Viktor’s hands ran cold, but the core of him was hotter than a furnace, as if he was selfish with his body heat and would only provide it to those cherished enough to reach the deepest parts of him.
Jayce remembered how he’d almost gotten lockjaw that one time he’d returned from a business trip with a full beard, Mel and Viktor both clamoring for his mouth like dogs fighting over a slab of meat. The two had sulked and lamented as if they’d lost a loved one when Jayce had eventually grown irritated with the beard’s itchiness and shaved it off. Stubble had been the compromise, and he made sure to rasp it against Viktor’s skin in the way he knew his partner liked.
Mel’s fingers twisted, searching, searching. She was more experienced with Viktor, but still indulged in Jayce enough to know what made him tick. In the meantime, her mouth wreaked havoc upon Jayce’s back and shoulders, and Jayce had no doubt that he and Viktor would be matching in their marks by the time she was finished with him.
Then, her fingers hit something, and he yelped into Viktor, making both of his partners chuckle.
“Here? You like it here?” Mel teased, pressing the spot again, and Jayce could only turn his head and pant against the seam of Viktor’s thigh and hip, nodding. “You’re doing so well. So good.”
Viktor hummed in agreement, his grip loosening in Jayce’s hair so he could card his fingers through it, and Jayce’s eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the feeling. It was like electricity leaping up and down his spine, making his legs weak and his arms shake. The feeling only intensified when Mel added a third finger, thrusting with a clear rhythm now.
“Fuck,” Jayce breathed. “ Fuck. ”
“That’s the idea,” Viktor hummed. “Will he be ready soon? He looks unbearably hot all debauched like this, and I’m desperate over here.”
“Working on it. Be patient,” Mel laughed, pinching Viktor’s ankle. “I wish we had a mirror so I could see.”
Jayce mentally added a floor-to-ceiling mirror to his shopping list before the words were fully out of Mel’s mouth…actually, make that two: one for behind the bed, and one for the bathroom.
Jayce imagined how hot Mel would look when he was fucking her against it. Maybe right after a Council meeting, still dressed in their finest? One of his favorite things was when she hadn’t had time to take all of her jewelry off, and it would jangle in time with his thrusts—a backup symphony to her breathy moans. The only problem was that now Jayce quite literally got a hard-on whenever she moved and her jewelry clacked together (which was all the time).
“I think he’s ready,” Mel said after what felt like ages, sliding off of the bed to wipe her hand off and grab the (Hex?) strap off of the nightstand.
Jayce couldn’t help the excitement (and perhaps a bit of trepidation) that made all of the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand straight up as Mel knelt behind him once more.. She buckled the straps around her hips with the ease of a woman who had two eager partners more than willing to spread their legs for her at any time, and adjusted herself so that the protruding part lined up with her clit. Jayce wondered if she was going to put part of it inside of herself, but was too nervous to turn around and check.
“You first,” she ordered, slapping Jayce’s flank like he was a steed to be roused into action, and Jayce was quick to obey, lining his achingly hard dick up with Viktor’s hole.
“ Finally ,” Viktor moaned, throwing his head back as Jayce slowly pushed inside. One hand tangled into the sheets while the other flew back to grip the headboard. “Oh, Jayce.”
If Jayce could bottle up that sound and have it sing his praises in his ears whenever he made a breakthrough at the lab, he’d have a cure for death by the end of the month. Viktor’s piercing eyes gaze into him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if their color perfectly matched Mel’s freckles…or if they were a deeper, darker gold.
He just had a metal shipment arrive at his forge that was about the same shade. Perhaps he could smith their rings from it….
Jayce shook his head clear before he got ahead of himself and gripped Viktor’s hips, his hands engulfing the imprints of Mel’s fingers leftover from earlier. His hole was loose and pliable, already making some obscene noises as Jayce finally bottomed out. A perfect cocksleeve.
“Alright, my turn. Just breathe,” Mel said.
Jayce wished he could comply, but as he felt the first push of the strap inside of him, he couldn’t help but hold his breath as it slid inside inch by painstaking inch. Mel rubbed soothing circles into his back, reaching her hand around to smooth over where he and Viktor were connected.
“It hurts,” he managed through gritted teeth. Despite how wet the oil had made him and how carefully Mel had prepared, he was still unused to such a large intrusion. Viktor cupped his face, thumb tracing the dips and hollows of his cheekbone.
“Do you need to stop?”
“No…no, keep going. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“You’re doing so well,” Mel murmured against the small of his back. “Breathe like I asked.”
Jayce finally managed to suck in a breath, sides heaving as he allowed Mel to guide him down so he and Viktor were pressed together chest-to-chest, as close as two people could get. Viktor brought him into a lazy kiss, gentle hands in his hair and down his back. It felt like forever before Mel was fully seated inside of him, and by that point Jayce had mostly adjusted to accommodate the length and girth of the strap.
“Now the fun begins,” Mel said, pulling out halfway and making Jayce gasp. The grin in her words was unmistakable. Her fingers dug into his hips, possessive. “Move. Take your pleasure from us.”
“Think of this as an, eh… apology for leaving you out this morning,” Viktor added with a smile that was all teeth. All danger.
Jayce hesitantly drew his hips back out of Viktor’s body, his mouth falling open as the movement seated him more fully onto the strap, before driving forward. Viktor threw his head back, his hands flying up to Jayce’s shoulders as Jayce let out a shaky, desperate noise. The pleasure from both the front and the back was enough to make his vision nearly go white. It was blinding. All-consuming.
“I’m not going to last,” Jayce managed to say, despite how all of the breath had been stolen from his lungs. His whole body was shaking so hard he feared he’d break apart at the seams.
“You’ll last as long as we need you to,” Mel replied. It was most certainly a threat, rather than an encouragement, and a shiver went down Jayce’s spine. “Go on.”
Jayce gave Viktor a hopeless look. He was met with a raised, unforgiving brow.
Gods give me strength, he prayed before he began to fuck Viktor in earnest.
He couldn’t go as fast as he usually did, or keep as steady of a rhythm with the pleasure from Mel’s strap sometimes bringing him to a trembling standstill, but fuck did it feel so, so good. With each drive of his hips forward into the welcoming clutch of Viktor’s hole, the strap slipped out of him enough so that only the head was inside. With each pull back for the next stroke, Viktor’s insides clung to him as if begging him not to leave, all while the strap bullied its way back deep into Jayce’s body.
The headboard cracked against the wall. The mattress groaned. Viktor muttered curses in his native tongue under his breath, his eyes screwing shut as he bit hard on his lip. Jayce wanted nothing more than to kiss his mouth back open, but that required more concentration than his short-circuiting brain was physically capable of.
On the next backstroke, Mel shoved forward, making both Jayce and Viktor cry out as both the strap and Jayce’s dick went deep; the chain reaction of their hips created a dizzying feedback loop that had Jayce frozen with shock. Mel didn’t relent, fucking harder so that she was using Jayce’s dick to fuck Viktor, too.
Her breaths were short and hot against Jayce’s ear, her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades as she wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his abs shake with every thrust. Her mouth whispered filthy praises against his skin, only serving to rile him up further. He wondered how he could best angle his hips to give Viktor and Mel the most pleasure, hitting Viktor’s sweet spot while also providing Mel enough stimulation from the external part of the strap.
As it turns out, he didn’t need to figure it out, because that’s when he heard the distinct sound of a switch flicking. Then two.
The noise that came out of him was completely and utterly embarrassing as the strap whirred to life within him, and suddenly grew warm. It was only slightly warmer than how Viktor’s dick felt when he fucked Jayce, but not too warm that it burned. If he didn’t know better, he could’ve imagined it was really attached to Mel, simmering with her sunlike heat.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered at the same time that Viktor’s eyes went wide, his fingernails cutting into Jayce’s shoulders.
“Mel, I can feel it, too,” Viktor breathed. His shock quickly morphing into delight. “It’s…I can’t even describe it.”
Jayce was pretty sure if this wasn’t their first time doing this, Viktor would’ve ripped his notebook out of their side drawer and started furiously scribbling down notes while everyone was still inside of each other.
Mel’s quiet panting was the only sign that she, too, was coming undone by this. She was the first to move, drawing the strap out nearly all the way before slamming home and making Jayce and Viktor groan in unison. She did it again. Same reaction, louder this time.
“Get it together, boys,” Mel chuckled. “We haven’t even scratched the surface.”
Jayce wasn’t sure how it was possible to feel this much stimulation and pleasure all at once, but he could only cling to Viktor’s hips and hold on for dear life as Mel put Viktor’s invention to good use. Despite her trembling thighs and bitten-back curses, she kept a brutal, unrelenting pace that had Viktor wailing into Jayce’s shoulder and Jayce keening helplessly against Viktor’s neck. Jayce’s thighs were shaking so hard he could hardly keep himself up, and he swore when he heard another button click and suddenly there were ribs scraping into the deepest parts of him.
Viktor’s dick drooled all over his stomach as Jayce slammed home, forcing himself to concentrate on maintaining Mel’s rhythm even as Viktor’s hole clenched and fluttered around him.
“I’m gonna cum,” Jayce said. He sounded almost horrified, as if the prospect of an orgasm was a hundred-ton freight train barrelling towards him on the tracks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck —please let me. I need to. Please.”
“So— ah! —polite,” Viktor managed, “But you know you… oh, fuck …have to wait your turn.”
Jayce nearly sobbed, fighting valiantly against the wave threatening to crest in his abdomen; a wildfire that bordered into agony as he tried to delay it. Knowing fully well he wouldn’t last without cheating, he wrapped a hand around Viktor’s weeping dick, grinning when his partner arched off of the bed at the slightest touch. It only took about two pumps for Viktor to come all over the both of them, his wail of pleasure quickly sharpening into something desperate as Jayce and Mel continued to fuck him through it.
What number orgasm was this for him today? How many had Mel fucked out of him before Jayce had gotten home?
“Gods! Fuck!” Viktor cried, slamming his legs closed as they trembled. Jayce crushed him against the mattress, fucking as hard as he could to wring those final drops of pleasure out of him. “Oh, oh! FUCK! Animals, the both of you!”
Jayce somehow managed a laugh, and Mel was merciful enough to slow her ministrations as Jayce pulled out of Viktor’s hole, bringing with it a gush of lube. It was an incredibly pretty, incredibly well-fucked hole. He would’ve dove in for another taste, but Viktor’s patience had been stretched so thin he feared it would grow teeth and bite him.
“You did so good,” Viktor purred, sitting up against the pillows and cupping Jayce’s face. His thumb pressed against his lower lip, teasing, and Jayce eagerly took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “You’re gorgeous bent over like this.”
Jayce opened his mouth to reply, but what came out instead was a yelp as Mel resumed her unforgiving pace.
“I want to see you come apart beneath me, Jayce,” she said, and Jayce moaned when Viktor grabbed his hair and forced his head into the pillows—face down, ass up. “Ah, Viktor, both of us are always on the same page.”
Mel ramped up the vibration, sucking in a sharp inhale as her clit was given some more attention, and Jayce managed to turn his head to find that Viktor’s expression had turned thoughtful above him. The hand released from his hair as Viktor slid off of the bed, walking around to slide up behind Mel. She didn’t pause her rhythm, but her breath did hitch when Viktor peppered her back and neck with kisses.
Then, the sound of Mel spreading her legs apart, making room for Viktor’s hands as he stroked up and down her thighs. Jayce knew she was close. Her thrusts were growing quicker, sharper, and oh, so good. Then a soft wet noise as one finger entered her; she wasn’t using the internal part of the strap, then.
She hummed, and Jayce heard another finger being added, but by that point black spots were starting to dance in front of his vision. His knuckles had gone white around the bedsheets and his body shuddered each time Mel slammed home. All of his nerve endings were alight, pleasure that burned so strong it was nearly painful.
“I need to cum, Mel. P-please,” he begged, his voice pitching higher. He knew they both liked it when he begged. “Fuck. Please. I need to.”
“Cum for us, Jayce. Show us,” Mel’s voice was trembling, the final word bleeding into a gasp as Viktor’s fingers moved faster within her.
Jayce could do nothing but obey, screaming as he came all over himself and the bedsheets. He clamped down so hard that Mel couldn’t even move the toy inside of him, the vibrations making the pleasure soar, then crest, and then grow barbs that dug into him with the same deliciousness as Mel’s nails.
Mel pulled out, perhaps a bit too quickly as Jayce trembled and clenched around nothing, but that meant he was able to turn just in time to watch her come undone on Viktor’s fingers, the toy still vibrating against her clit. Her thighs were wet, Viktor’s hand was soaked nearly to the wrist, and her lips parted in a beautiful moan. Jayce couldn’t help but dive in to swallow up the sound with his own mouth as Mel viciously fumbled with the switches on the strap to turn it off.
Viktor and Jayce helped her undo all of the strap’s buckles, discarded it somewhere on the floor, and wiped her (and themselves) down with the extra towels they had stashed in their nightstand. They let her rest on the nearby white divan—which they’d fucked on about as many times as they’d done on the bed—while they stripped the dirty blanket and replaced it with a fresh one from the wardrobe. Jayce was suddenly thankful that he didn’t have any servants lurking around like Mel did back at her house, and could only pray that Elora came in late tomorrow and wouldn’t stumble upon the disastrous state they were in.
“You boys look like newborn colts with your legs shaking like that,” Mel mused as she undid her hair. Her dark skin was a gorgeous contrast to the white divan, the moonlight bathing her in its favor. Jayce’s face flushed bright red, but Viktor only rolled his eyes, crawling back into bed and pulling the blanket up to his chin.
“I’m not letting either of you insatiable beasts lay a finger on me for the next week,” he muttered, though a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Jayce and Mel joined him not too long after, and following a period of tossing and turning and knocking elbows with each other in an attempt to get comfortable, Jayce settled onto his stomach while Viktor and Mel curled up on either side of him, their fingers interlocked at the small of his back.
“A bit sore, hm?” Viktor asked, his voice raspy and half-asleep but no less teasing.
Jayce growled into the pillow. A confession more than anything else.
“You know we have a Council meeting tomorrow,” Mel reminded him, her other hand smoothing down his arm. Dread trickled down Jayce’s spine: he’d forgotten about the meeting. It was an early one, too. “It will be delightful to watch you squirm in your seat, Councillor Talis.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Jayce sighed.
“That’s what you get for being paranoid,” was Viktor’s retort. “Now both of you be quiet so I can finally get some sleep.”