It was so clear what he really wanted to do.
All he needed was a little more encouragement to let that last wall come down.
"He needs you," Jamie said, meeting the Tideborn's gaze. "He wants this just as much as you do."
Azelon's gaze darkened. The next moment, he moved, one hand caressing Corin's chest while the other dipped low to slip between his cheeks.
Corin let out a sound that was all need, body caught between stimulation and surrender.
Jamie kept stroking, guided by the feedback in their bond—every pulse, every spike, every begging plea. Corin’s legs trembled, cock leaking into Jamie’s palm.
“Does that feel good?” Jamie murmured, nipping at his collarbone. “You want to be filled, don’t you? I’ll keep you steady.”
Corin whimpered, the bond echoing back a desperateyes.
Azelon seemed to hear it too, because he pulled back for just a moment, reaching for a jar of oil from the nightstand. He slicked his fingers quickly and returned, teasing lightly over Corin's hole until the fae squirmed, trying desperately to press closer.
"Please," Corin begged. "I need... I can't--"
He trailed off into another moan when Azelon pushed inside. One finger became two, and then three, stretching him wide. Corin writhed in his arms, pinned between the men that held him steady and the waves that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Jamie watched, mesmerized.
It was beautiful.
Jamie's pants were far too tight now, his own erection aching with desire.
But he could wait. This was about them. About what they needed, and how Jamie could provide that for both of them.
Azelon's fingers slipped away, and Jamie expected him to loosen his own pants to free his erection, but instead...
The Tideborn positioned his tail at Corin's entrance. Jamie could see now that the skin around the tip was slightly darker than the rest of Azelon's body, almost purple-tinged and glistening with a slick substance that Jamie realized must be some sort of lubricant.
Was this how Tideborn mated? With their tails?
Jamie couldn't tear his gaze away as Azelon pressed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Corin arched off the bed, hands clutching at Jamie's shoulders like his life depended on it.
"Breathe," Jamie whispered, stroking his thumb over Corin's cheek and watching the way his eyes glazed with pure pleasure. "We've got you."
The moment Corin relaxed into the feeling, Azelon pushed deeper, drawing a strangled cry from the fae's lips. Azelon's breathing too came in harsh gasps as his tail twitched and undulated with its own rhythm.
Corin shuddered between Jamie and Azelon. He'd gone utterly still, save for the tremors that shook through his frame as Azelon moved inside of him. The fae's eyes slid closed, his face slackened, lips parted.
Jamie had never seen anything so stunning.
He reached to stroke his hand along Azelon's tail where it met with Corin's skin, tracing along that slick seam. It was smoothbeneath his fingertips and warmer there. Azelon groaned, twitching slightly at Jamie's gentle exploration.
"Don't stop," Corin whispered, voice hoarse as if he'd been screaming. "I'm so close--please..."
Jamie kissed his words away. Corin was close, yes, but Azelon was not quite there yet. Jamie wanted the two of them to come together.
So he wrapped his free hand around Corin's straining cock and squeezed just hard enough to keep him from falling too soon.
Corin keened into the kiss, hips stuttering forward. Jamie swallowed all his noises, drinking in everything the fae gave him. Corin trembled in his arms, so beautifully responsive.
Azelon's tail moved faster, thrust deeper.
Corin cried out, hands almost clawing at Jamie now, his whole frame taut and shaking as he teetered on the edge. But Jamie held him firmly, keeping his release out of reach.
"Please," Corin begged, tears leaking from his eyes.
