“You sound happy, my mate,”Trenet rumbled from behind Asher. He had both his strong arms around Asher now. One massive hand was resting on Asher’s thigh. Trenet’s hand was so big in comparison to Asher’s slim thigh that it could almost wrap around the entire thing. The other hand was still low on Asher’s belly, thumb stroking over and over flesh pulled taut over whathadto be a bump. Asher whined at the thought that Trenet might be feeling himself fucking into Asher from the outside.
“I am,”Vrayl said, curling his fingers around Asher’s wrist to raise Asher’s arm out of the water. Then he began to stroke the washcloth over Asher’s arm, taking care to get every single spot from wrists to shoulder.“I have my mate beside me and our sweet yshain between us. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.And Asher… he fits so perfectly already. He’s what was missing from our lives.”
Asher gasped as the cloth stroked over his exposed skin, eyes falling shut at the gentle touch. Fuck, how long had it been since he’d been touched with gentleness? Touched atall?
Three long, lonely years.
Vrayl ran the cloth under Asher’s arm and then started moving it across his chest. Asher winced a little as the soft cloth brushed over his nipples, sensitive and tender from how Vrayl had played with them, but Vrayl only laughed softly and continued the cloth’s path, lifting Asher’s other arm out of the water to wash that one too.
Asher did notice that everywhere the cloth touched did indeed feel cleaner after, somehow. As if the liquid Vrayl had used was actually lifting away dirt and grime more efficiently than scrubbing with soap. Asher had been living… rougher on Journey-5 than he had been on Vader-X7. Though he’d done his best to keep clean, soap had been a luxury commodity that had required trading—and Asher often had had to prioritize food over anything else.
The worst part was his hair. It was so long, and the wave it had made it unruly. He was grateful that it wasn’t prone to tangling, because if it had been, he might have had to resort to cutting it all off. And he hadn’t wanted that. Asher was… was proud of his hair. It was the last connection he had to his family. He hadn’t wanted to lose that.
“It was destiny that sent us to Journey-5 for trading,”Trenet said, stroking over and over that bump in Asher’s belly. They were so close together like this, pressed back to chest, and Trenet’s voice was so deep that Asher could feel it reverberateinsidehim.“I’ve loved traveling the stars with you, my mate. Now I thank them, for bringing our lovely Asher to us.”
“As do I,”Vrayl said with a smile.“We were so lucky the Almari alerted us that there was a yshain in need on their planet. They more than deserved the extra silk we gave them, for making sure Asher ended up safely in our arms.”
Asher felt himself break out in cold goosebumps despite the warmth of the water and the room. He kept hearing his name. They had to be talking about him. But what were theysaying?They were smiling—but were they smiling because they were happy about something more innocent? Or were they laughing about the skinny, pathetic Human they’d manage to capture to turn into their personal toy?
Vrayl poured more of the cleaning solution onto the cloth and next reached below the water to wrap fingers around Asher’s ankle, straightening Asher’s leg and lifting it slightly so that he could tend to it. Asher appreciated the chance to get clean if nothing else, but moving his leg into that position changed the angle in which he was speared open on Trenet’s cock. He let out a thin whine and unconsciously clenched down before he could stop himself, which only made him whinemore.
Behind him, Trenet hissed and pressed his palm more fully over Asher’s stomach.“Krish, he’s clenching around me. Demanding more pleasure.”
“Of course, because our Asher is a perfect yshain. And we have to give our yshain what he wants,”Vrayl purred, letting go of Asher’s leg to lift the other one. He lifted this leg higher this time, the new angle making Asher cry out around the gag.“Listen to his cute sounds! Oh, I wish I could taste him.”
“There will be time for that, my mate,”Trenet said with a chuckle.“For now, I think our little love wants to be filled up before bedtime.”Both his hands moved to settle at Asher’s hips, and Asher couldn’t help but notice with a whimper that Trenet’s fingertips could touch from where they were splayed over his abdomen. The difference in their sizes was obscene.
Of course, nearly every single thing about this whole situation was obscene.
“Don’t worry, dear heart,”Vrayl said, brushing aside the wet hair that had fallen into Asher’s eyes. He tucked the wet strands behind Asher’s ears with surprising gentleness.“Trenet will give you his come, and then he’ll stay plugging you up while I wash your lovely hair.”
Asher stared blankly at Vrayl, again wishing he understood. Wishing he knew what to expect. He worried at the gag between his teeth and cursed himself for not even trying to speak up at the meal. Even if he didn’t understand the Dreshtian language, he knew the basics of Almari—and considering that the Almari Grandfather had been the one to bring Trenet and Vrayl into the clearing Asher had been working,theyhad to understand Almari, at least some.
It was a place Asher could start, anyway.
Trenet began to make that deep, low, rumbling sound, and his hands tightened on Asher’s hips. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be—present. Asher went still, uncertain about what was happening.
Then Trenet started to lift Asher up, out of his lap. The movement made Asher all too aware of his sore, stretched rim, and he moaned at the release of some of the pressure inside him as Trenet lifted Asher off his cock—
And then Trenet pulled him back down, fucking back up into Asher’s helpless body.
A cry dropped from Asher’s mouth as he was filled again, every nerve ending alight with it. He tried to twist away from the hands holding him so securely, but all that did was grind himself down on Trenet’s cock.
“What a good yshain you are,”Trenet murmured, low in Asher’s ear.“Thank you for telling us what you want.”
Asher choked on a moan as Trenet began to bounce him in his lap. Every movement pushed the breath from his lungs, every slide back down Trenet’s cock had Asher fracturing a little more. Somehow he’d gotten hard again too, and he sobbed around the gag as his cock bobbed in the water.
He had no idea how much time had passed before Trenet emitted a deep groan, fingers flexing on Asher’s hips, though still not hard enough to bruise. Asher felt something hot start to spread inside him. Trenet’s come. Filling him up in a new way.
Asher’s face burned at the thought of them cleaning Trenet’s come out of him, but then Vrayl’s fingers closed around Asher’s cock and it took barely a handful of strokes before Asher was coming with a gasp.
For the second time, the water washed away the evidence.
Asher sagged back against Trenet’s chest. He was so tired. He was so tired and sosensitive,and for all that part of him was grateful at the chance to have gotten clean, he wanted to be out of the bath.Preferably without the gag and mitts, and away from being at Trenet and Vrayl’s mercy.
“There now,”Vrayl said, pouring some of the contents of the cleaner bottle into his palm.“Let’s clean your hair, little love.”
Asher eyed Vrayl with trepidation, but Vrayl only stepped forward and slid his fingers into Asher’s hair. Asher’s eyes slid shut against his will at how good it felt. The last time someone had played with his hair had been three years ago, when his moms had given him one final, intricate braid before his oldest sister smuggled him onto an export ship.
