Everett crashed to the bed, backtracking until his head was on a pillow. His hands reached for the other man, pulling him down on top of him. Mal dropped down, elbows on either side of the other man's head. He sucked Everett's mouth to his, tongue slipping past his lips.
His body felt on fire. Not the fire he felt when he tapped into his magic. That one was as bright as the blazing sun. no, this was deep in his groin, a fire that could always be ignited by a random touch or gaze. It burned low, always ready for that one gust of air to whip it back up.
Mal trailed his mouth down Everett's cheek to his ear. His tongue traced the edge of it, eliciting a shutterand a stifled moan. The tip of his tone barely left a wet patch as it traveled lower, dipping into his collarbone then traipsing to the other side.
Everett's hands traveled to his hair, fingers tangling in the damp locks as he controlled his breathing. If he let go now, there would be no extra time. He would leave and there would be another week before they saw each other again.
"Bastian?" Mal's voice reverberated on his skin. Everett opened his eyes and looked at the man loving him. "Join us. At least this time."
There was the rustling of clothes before the bed dipped again. Everett's body twtiched as he looked at Bastian. The fae man smiled as his hand rubbed through his hair, mussing the waves fondly.
When his mouth met Everett's, relief flooded through the younger man. He wasn't sure when he'd thought about all of this, but now that it was here he wasn't going to let it go. Everett let his hand tangle in his hair, pulling Bastian closer.
Mal watched Everett with hooded eyes. His wolf was agitated, but seeing his lover at ease made the agitation worth it. He had his hands on him, and as long as he could do whathe wanted, he'd give Everett the freedom he wished.
"Wait." Everett paused, looking between the two of them. He finally settled on Mal. "Why? Why are you allowing this?"
"I'd rather you do it with me than behind my back when I'm not there," Mal replied. He fiddled with Everett's belt, chin resting on his hip. "If you want to try this, you will do it with me only. Because once you return, I won't be able to help you through it. And I don't want you sleeping with someone I don't know."
Everett stared at him. He hadn't meant for this to happen when he'd told Mal what Bastian had said. He just hadn't wanted to lie. He wanted him to know someone else was interested in him. He hadn't thought too much about it after that letter, but now that it was here, he didn't want to let it go. If Mal was going to allow it, he wanted to try first. They may not like it, but at least they could say they tried and nixed it.
He sat up, drawing Mal's attention instantly. He pushed at his shoulders to get him to move. When Mal sat up, Everett wrapped his arms around his hips and started pressing kisses to his abdomen. Mal buried his hand in his hair and watched as he used his tongue to dip into his belly button.
Bastian settled behind Everett and helped coax the man's jeans from his body. His hands traveled along every inch of skin as it was exposed. His fingers spun circles in the tightened skin, revelling as his flesh prickled. When he reached the juncture of his legs, he scraped through the coarse hair before wrapping his hand around the shaft.
Everett flinched at the cool hand on his stiffening friend. He nipped at Mal's skin several times before dropping his head and taking his hardening erection. As soon as his tongue touched the underside, it pulsed several times and thickened. Everett pulled back and sucked on the tip. Mal gripped his shoulder to keep from thrusting.
The young man put his palm at the base of the erection and slurped as he pulled his mouth off. He lapped at the tip several times before looking up at Mal. His eyes were a light shade of red.
"You can try," he said.
Mal laughed. "Being away has made you bolder."
Everett smiled and resumed his task. His brow furrowed as Bastian flicked his nipples in time with his sucking. It made him squirm, and his mouth shifted on Mal as he did. The werewolf's pleasure peaked at the new sensations. He gripped Everett's head and started a steady yet gentle pace. Everett worked with him, making the motion that much more sensational.
As the tip hit the back of the young man's throat, he tightened every muscle in his face. It put extra pressure on the appendage encased in it and made the owner groan in ecstasy. Mal was conscientious of Everett the entire time. He knew he was only allowed to do this because he was allowing his partner to have a threesome. Otherwise this would not have been feasible.
"Malcolm?" He lifted his gaze to meet the fae's. "May I?"
Mal sat down, cradling Everett's head as the position changed. He took his face and moved it slightly so he could lay parallel to him. Everett watched him, cheeks and nose pink with slight irritation. He understood when Mal put his head close to his aching member then reached out to grab it. His hand was hotter than Bastian's.
The fae sat behind the young man and began maneuvering his body into a certain position. Everett looked at him briefly before returning to pleasuring Mal. Bastian wet his fingers with saliva and pressed the middle one within the confines of the tight ring of muscles.
Mal lifted his eyes when Everett's muffled cry sent shockwaves through his cock. Bastian's face was pulled in concentration as his palm slapped the young man's ass with each movement. He paused every so often to insert another finger. Everett fidgeted at the pressure, noises he only made during this time coming out.
The werewolf pushed himself up and adjusted his lover until his head was tucked in his lap. It also gace Bastian better access to Everett's hidden space. He rubbed the soft hair, watching the fae closely as he spread the cheeks slightly and lined his tip with the entrance.
Everett couldn't help the reaction to the girth entering him. He tucked his head into Mal's groin and arched his back. He squeezed Bastian unintentionally. Luckily the fae was wise enough to stup. When the muscles relaxed, he continued pushing until he was completely embedded in the other man.
Mal caressed his face as it rested on his lap. "We can stop. All you have to do is say so."
The young man shook his head. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I'm fine. I was just surprised."
"I should have prepared you more," Bastian confessed.
Everett huffed out a laugh. "Only short of fisting could prepare for that."
Mal frowned at the comment. If Bastian was really that endowed, what would stop Everett from seeking him out again? Maybe they shouldn't have done this. He was starting to get nervous.
"Mal?" He looked down when his name was called. Everett looked up at him, brows drawn together. "Do we need to stop?"
"Do you want to?" he asked.
"I will if you want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
The werewolf looked up at the man embedded to the hilt in his lover. Bastian waited patiently on his decision. He knew the relationship between the two, and he'd only gotten involved with an invitation. He hadn't planned this when he'd accompanied Everett back and he would stop if they wanted.
"He can take a lot of pressure and pain," Mal said, "but don't hurt him."
"Everett, sit up," Bastian commanded. The young man fumbled to do so, requiring help to get up. "Stay like this."
Everett's eyes widened with the first upward thrust. The second made him unstable, and the third sent him into Mal. The werewolf wrapped him up and held him as the fae set a grueling pace. Everett was making noises Mal had never heard him make before. He was keening, whimpering and panting as Bastian nearly destroyed his ass.
Mal took pity on him. He seled their mouths again, swallowing all the noises. His hand crept between them and he grasped Everett's straining erection. He stroked him off tempo, making sure he was getting as much pleasure as he could. The youngest man put his head to his lover's shoulder in resignation.
Bastian's hands splayed across Everett's chest and pulled him up. He straightened his legs, forcing him to sit across his thighs. Mal followed, pushing the fae's hands down so he could lap at the two beads on the youngest man's chest. Everett's body flinched and threatened to double over. Both men held him in place as one fucked him hard and the other sent him into oblivion.
Just as the familiar tension began to pool low in his belly, Everett was moved again. Bastian pulled out and away from him, missing the warmth. The young man looked at him. Mal switched positions, laying on his back so Everett could straddle him. Without needing to ask, Everett lined up and sat slowly. He sighed as the familiarity of it made his skin prickle once again. He heard Mal's contented growl before he held his hips and started moving.
A solid chest pressed up against Everett and kept the other man as upright as possible. His fingers toyed with the already bruised nipples before one hand dipped down between his legs. It took a minute for Everett to realize what he was going until felt a searing pain.
"No, no," he said. He pushed at Bastian's waist. "I can take a lot, but doing that will rip me in two."
The fae settled against his back again and opted to kiss every inch of skin he could find. Mal started moving again, sitting up and using his back to go as ddep as he could. Bastian wrapped his hand around Everett's lonely erection and pumped him quickly.
His voice turned raspy as his climax neared. He leaned back into Bastian as Mal picked up his pace. The fae turned his fist thumb down and pulled as hard as he could. Everett's legs twitched as the pressure became too much. He bit his lip as he came hard over Bastian's hand and Mal's stomach.
He had barely spent himself when Mal surged forward, dropping both men to their backs. Everett couldn't contain his moans as he hit his prostate over and over, sending shockwaves one after another through him until he was coming once again through sheer force. Mal didn't stop. He gripped his hips roughly, nails digging in and bruising him.
Everett came for a third time, arching his back and burying his face in his arms. Mal grunted roughly as his hips slapped hard against Everett's ass then roared as he came. The younger man felt his lover's cum as it coated his insides deeply.
Mal looked up, meeting Bastian's gaze. The fae met his gaze levelly, an impressed expression playing about his face. He noticed the light erection still waving between his legs. Without pulling out and even thrusting again into Everett, the werewolf leaned forward and took his erection in his mouth.
Bastian couldn't help the grunt of surprise as the warm mouth encased him. He watched in fascination as he was sucked by the one creature he least expected. Even Everett was shocked as he lay beside them taking everything Mal was giving him. His body moved with the werewolf's motions, but his face was slack with shock and pleasure.
The fae's face contorted as his hips jerked forward with his orgasm. Mal took it all, swallowing quietly as his second one coated Everett's insides once again. His mouth popped off when the other male was done.
"I'm the only one allowed to fill him with cum," he warned.
"Fair enough," the fae agreed.
Mal slipped free of Everett and leaned down to kiss him soundly. Everett wanted to keep him close but he was following his usual routine. He got up and went to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with warm rags. Handing one to Bastian, he cleaned Everett gently then himself.
Everett sat up and drew Mal into another soul searing kiss. He held on for dear life, reveling in the feeling once again.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"A little after nine," Bastian replied.
A smile erupted over the young man's face. "Good. I can get a nap before we go back."
Mal's mood plummeted but he nodded. "I'll fix a snack and you can nap."
Everett whined and pulled him back to the bed. "I'll be fine. I just want to spend a little more time with you."
The werewolf kissed his forehead. "Let's at least change the sheets." He looked at Bastian when the other man got up. "This is a one time offer. Don't expect it again."
With the three of them working together, the bed was stripped and changed quickly. Everett put the soiled ones in the wash before scampering back and diving in. He grabbed his pillow and scooted to the middle.
Mal got in his spot, laughing when his partner rolled and draped half his body over his. He nestled his head into his shoulder and fell asleep nearly instantly. Mal rubbed his head, kissing his temple.
"He's missed you," Bastian whispered. He slowly climbed on the bed. "I made a move on him, and he wrote to tell you."
"I'm glad he did," Mal replied. He looked at the fae male as he propped himself up. "I've missed him. It's been torture without him."
"He's doing well. We came here after he beat the fire mage this morning. He's flourishing." He saw the werewolf's tortured smile. "He can stay here. I won't take him back and explain it to everyone."
Mal shook his head. "No, he needs to be there. I just don't want him to find someone else."
"I don't think he will." The two men looked at each other. "I watched the two of you tonight. You can add as many people as you want, but he will always have eyes for you."
The other man didn't say anything for a while. He held Everett close to him as he let those words sink into his heart.
"If he asks, you have my permission. Don't come on to him. He has to ask you," he said.
"I agree. And ifyou ever want a third person, you can always call me."
Mal nodded. "I won't deny his pull to you, but he is mine. I will fight anyone over him."
Bastian didn't argue. He sank into the bed and watched the couple. Mal was giving a lot, but he was expecting just as much. Werewolves didn't usually share what they claimed, but this one was different. They all knew this one needed more.
As silence filled the room, the three men fell into a peaceful slumber that was only interrupted by the blasted alarm.