“I want that,” Asher said, nodding rapidly. He didn’t entirely know what a Season was, but they’d mentioned it several times now. He knew it had to be something important to them. He’d ask about it later, maybe, but… he also knew the details didn’t matter. If it was something Asher could share with his Dresht, he wanted to be able to provide. “I want to be ready for a Season with you. Please.”
Trenet’s smile was very soft indeed. “You honor us,” he said, leaning down to press kisses to each of Asher’s thighs, before nuzzling at Asher’s belly.
His flat belly. Much, much too flat.
Trenet appeared to come to the same conclusion, because he kissed Asher’s stomach and then rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, before he strode from the room.
“You make our mate so happy,” Vrayl said warmly, nuzzling the top of Asher’s head. “You makemeso happy. We’ve been two very fortunate Dresht, and we know that. We do important work and we enjoy our work, we’ve been able tobuild wealth, and we have ample free time. But we always knew something important was missing from our lives. And then we—we found you, dear heart.”
“Found you and fought to keep you,” Trenet rumbled as he returned, now carrying a box made of what appeared to be hammered metal, decorated in shiny blue stones. “And we’re grateful for it everyday.”
Asher licked his lips as Trenet set the box down in front of him, and then once again kneeled at his feet. “Um. A… a lot of my life has been… hard. Living on Journey-5 was—it was really, really difficult, but even on my home colony, things… they weren’t easy. And I—I didn’t know who you were until I was able to understand you. But I… I’m glad it was you who… who rescued me. I’m glad it was you.”
“Sweetling,” Vrayl said, sounding choked up.
“Little love,” Trenet rasped, sounding much the same.
A thought struck Asher then. Another way he couldchooseto give himself to them. Another thing to offer. “The takan,” he said in a rush. “Will I still get it? Please? After you fill me with the venigash, will—will one of you stuff your cock inside me and carry me too?”
Both Trenet and Vrayl let out a low growl. Asher still couldn’t see Vrayl’s face easily, but Trenet’s expression was heated.
“We’ll make it so you’re always full of us,” Trenet promised, voice even deeper than usual. “We’ll stuff you with venigash every single day, and then spear you open on one of our cocks to keep them inside.”
Asher shivered with anticipation. “A-and I want my other jahin back too,” he insisted. “My humshus and the tirlak and the kanto.” He wanted his whole world narrowed to the feeling of Trenet or Vrayl’s cock fucking into him while he was full to bursting. He wanted to be able to enjoy that, this time. “Maybe—maybe the kanto could come off when we go outside? So I could see more of where we are? But otherwise I want it all back.”
“We’ll give you a proper tour of the Falls, sweetling,” Vrayl said, stroking over his hair. “Without your kanto but the rest of your jahin, exactly as you desire.” Then, spoken softly into Asher’s ear, “Trenet and I will be so proud to carry you. To feel you bouncing on our cocks with every step.”
“What do you say then, my mate?” Trenet asked, smirking up at Vrayl. “Should we give our yshain what he wants?”
“Always,” Vrayl said with a chuckle as he repositioned Asher atop his thighs, Asher shifted uncomfortably, feeling the lack of something inside him even more starkly. He didnotlike being empty, he realized. He didn’t like it at all.
Luckily, he had two wonderful Dresht mates who had promised that he never would be empty for long again.
“First,” Vrayl said, holding something up. Asher’s eyes lit up. His beloved humshus. He immediately opened for it, humming with pleasure as the mouthpiece filled his mouth and made its way back into his throat.
He sighed out when it was fully settled and the tell-talebeepsound let him know that it had been secured. That there was no way for Asher to remove it, especially not with his hands in the mitts. Or—
He looked down to see that Trenet had reached for his left hand, Vrayl his right. The two of them pressed a sequence on the wrist cuffs and they unlocked. Moments later, the mitts came off.
Asher frowned down at his fingers, bending and flexing them and feeling decidedly strange in having such complete control over his hands, after so many days with none.
Trenet chuckled at whatever expression he was making and held up a familiar-looking tube. “Your tirlak, dear one.”
Asher nodded emphatically and put his arms in the right position, hands placed underneath the opposite elbows. Another moment later and the tube had sealed around his arms and hands, completely immobilizing them.
The relief and pleasure at having his hands so bound was a stark one. He was at the total mercy of his beloved Dresht mates, and he knew with all of himself thatanythingthey did or tried, it would all be for his benefit. For caring for their yshain and bringing him pleasure.
So he had nothing at all to fear, ever again.
When the kanto was placed over his eyes and secured, Asher wiggled on Vrayl’s lap, spreading his legs wide over Vrayl’s thighs.
Vrayl laughed and began to play with Asher’s nipples, making Asher squirm even more. “I think, my heart, that our sleeshin yshain was promised something.”
Sleeshin yshain. A confident yshain aware of their own allure. Subvocalization: incredibly attractive.
Asher giggled around his humshus and tilted up his chin.That’s right. That’s me.
This time when something warm and slick touched his hole, Asher relaxed into the feeling of being stuffed full.
