As it was, it was easy to sit up. Easier still, to brace his hands on the bed and look imploringly at Vrayl, tilting his head up.
Vrayl licked his lips and obligingly bent down. Once his head had lowered enough, Asher hummed and rubbed his cheek under Vrayl’s chin, nuzzling him the way he and Trenet nuzzled Asher so often.
There was a sharp intake of breath, but Asher paid it no mind as he turned to Trenet, reaching one mitted hand up to paw at him. When Trenet lowered his head too, Asher nuzzled him just the same as he had Vrayl.
Then he turned to look at the both of them and beamed as best he could around the gag, before flopping back down on the bed and canting his hips up.
For one electrified moment, no one moved or spoke. Vrayl and Trenet just looked at him, eyes dark and heated, making Asher feel desired.
Desired and—impatient. Now that he’d made his choice about what it was he wanted, hewantedit.
So he whined again. It had worked before, hadn’t it? Whined and stared up at his Dresht with big, imploring eyes, asking,why won’t you touch me? Don’t you want to?
That seemed to snap the hold that had been placed over Trenet and Vrayl, because they moved as one, climbing onto the bed to bracket him on either side.
Asher immediately rolled to face Trenet, scootching his body back so that he could press himself against Vrayl.
“I think our yshain knows who he wants first,” Trenet said, with a throaty chuckle. “Isn’t that right, little love?”
Asher nodded emphatically and then looked back at Vrayl over his shoulder. It was obvious that both Trenet and Vrayl felt horrible that they hadn’t realized Asher couldn’t understand them, but Asher could see that Vrayl had taken the revelation especially hard. He wanted to show Vrayl that Asher didn’t hold anything against him anymore. That he was forgiven.
Vrayl placed a hand on Asher’s hip, and Asher could feel that it was shaking, very slightly. “Whatever our yshain wants,” he rasped. “Anything he ever wants.”
Asher made a pleased sound and lowered his head back down—onto the pillow that Trenet hurriedly placed beneath it. Asher smiled up at Trenet in thanks, then let his eyes slide closed as two of Vrayl’s slicked fingers pushed into his hole, still loosened and open from sitting on Trenet’s lap in the bath.
The feeling was familiar now, but made that much more delicious knowing that what was coming was only something that he’d asked for. That he wanted.
“Look at you,” he heard Trenet murmur as the Dresht skated a hand down Asher’s chest. “Such a beautiful little treasure. Allowing us to please you, as you’re meant to be pleased.”
Asher moaned and twitched his hips back against Vrayl’s hand as Vrayl rubbed at that spot inside him, able to find it so easily now, after playing with Asher for days.
Not playing with—pleasuring.Because Asher wasn’t a toy to them. Asher was a treasure.
“Would you let me put my mouth on you, I wonder?” Trenet asked, curling his hand around Asher’s stiffened cock. “Would our yshain grant me that honor?”
Asher opened his eyes to pant up at Trenet. A mouth on his cock meant something so different to him now. Something so much better than Asher had ever imagined. Something wonderful.
Did he want to be able to have that happen to him now that he understood? Now that he could enjoy it?
Now that his Dresht were taking Asher’s pleasure in their hands as was their duty, while still asking permission, taking care to not do or try something Asher might not like?
Asher could say no. He could shake his head, and he knew with all of himself that Trenet would smile and find some other way to please him. That Trenet would respect Asher’s choice, without being annoyed or disappointed.
But Asher didn’t want to say no. More than he wanted to experience that, he wanted—to give Trenet somethingheseemed to want so much. An honor, Trenet had said.
Asher shivered with anticipation and nodded.
“Vrayl will fill you,” Trenet growled, as he moved down the bed. “And I’ll take your cute little cocklet into my mouth until you spill on my tongue.”
“Then Trenet will fill you,” Vrayl said from behind Asher, as his fingers slid from Asher’s hole. “And once he’s given you his come, as I’m about to give you mine, he’ll stay inside you all night, keeping our come inside you. How does that sound, sweetling?”
Asher moaned as the tip of Vrayl’s cock touched his slicked hole.
“You’ll never be empty of us again, Asher,” Vrayl promised—promised, now that Asher couldunderstand—and began to push inside.
Vrayl’s cock was devastating in a different way from Trenet’s. While Trenet was so thick, Asher felt like he was being split in two in the best way, Vrayl’s seemed to go on and on forever. By the time Vrayl stopped feeding his cock into Asher’s body, Asher was hiccuping and teary-eyed. He sucked on the humshus in his mouth and swallowed around it, and could almost imagine that he was swallowing around Vrayl’s cock, it was so deep inside.
“You’re everything we ever wanted.” Vrayl reached around Asher’s slight form to stroke over his belly. “Everything we dreamed of and more.”
