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You stared at your phone screen, mouth agape, as you read Zayne’s most recent message.
“Spend as much as it takes. Use my card.”
You weren’t sure how Zayne was going to give you the details of his credit card, but you could figure that out later. The important thing was being there to support your close friend while he auctioned himself off for charity.
You weren’t entirely sure how Zayne had ended up as one of the prizes tonight. He’d mumbled something about a very persistent patient, a charity, and maybe Greyson? You’d been too distracted by how bright red his ears had turned to pay close attention to what he was saying.
“Miss? Your ticket?”
You blinked rapidly as you slid your phone into your purse, quickly grabbing your ticket to show the doorman. He studied it for a moment before opening the door for you, quickly ushering you inside so he could assist the person in line behind you.
The moment you were inside the venue, you realized that you were in way over your head.
The main ballroom of the hotel had been decked out in long, dark curtains, with soft lighting and red accents scattered throughout. Low synth music was playing in the background, better suited for a club than a charity auction. The main attraction, however, were the pieces up for grabs tonight.
One long wall of the room had been turned into a display case, of sorts. Each prize was placed on a pedestal, a small placard in front describing what each bidder would be vying for. There were a handful of various objects available, but the majority of what was being auctioned was people.
Scantily clad people.
They were posing in various states of undress, some of the obviously more comfortable with the setup than others. You spotted a few people who were sitting on the edge of their pedestals, leaning in to flirt with prospective bidders. Some had even brought props to help their case. A woman who was obviously a dominatrix had a crop in hand, playfully hitting anyone who stood too close to her pedestal. Another person was sitting on their hands and knees, the collar around their neck and the handle of the leash attached to it on full display. You were only a little surprised to see they were also wearing a set of fluffy ears and as they turned – yes they also wore a tail.
You quickly zeroed in on Zayne, who was standing rather awkwardly in his usual button-up, vest, and tie. As you approached his pedestal, you couldn’t help chuckle at the relief obvious on his face at seeing you.
“Don’t say it,” he said, his voice low as he crouched down to better speak with you. “I’m fully aware of the predicament I’ve ended up in without you teasing me about it.”
The blush was back, his ears turning even brighter red under the colored lights. It was so endearing that you momentarily forgot why he was blushing. Up until the dominatrix to his left snapped her crop against another prospective bidder’s hand and you both flinched at the sound.
“What exactly did you think you were signing up for when you agreed to this?” you asked. You were already turning to the placard, trying to read what you'd be bidding on.
“My time,” Zayne said. “I assumed I would be taking someone out for a nice dinner or to the theater."
You raised an eyebrow as you read the placard aloud.
“Spend an evening with Dr. Zayne Li. This award-winning cardiologist has many skills, all of which can be enjoyed to their fullest potential in one of our suites upstairs. The winner will receive room service, a bottle of champagne, and Dr. Li’s undivided attention to fulfill your heart’s desires.”
When you looked back at Zayne, he wasn’t making eye contact with you anymore, staring into the middle distance over your head.
“Zayne. This is a little more than dinner.”
He swallowed – hard – several times before he could answer you.
“I am aware. Which is why it’s important that you win instead of a stranger. We can have a nice dinner and you can enjoy whatever hotel amenities you’d like on my behalf.”
There was a low ding as the lights flickered twice. You turned to the main stage where the auctioneer had appeared, taking their place behind the podium.
“Honored guests, we will begin the auction in ten minutes. If you haven’t received your bidding number yet, please do so now.”
You thought you saw a small line of sweat beading at Zayne’s temple as you turned back to him.
“Please,” he said, his voice soft and almost desperate. “Any amount, I don’t care how much it costs.”
You reached up and cupped his cheek. He immediately covered your hand with his as he closed his eyes.
“I’m assuming if there was a different way out of this, you would’ve already found it?”
Zayne ran his thumb over the inside of your wrist. “The moment we arrived they gave us these.” He pulled his shirtsleeve up far enough to see a metal cuff. “We can’t remove them until our final bidding agreements have been met.”
You sighed, already making a mental list of every terrible thing you were going to do to the person who’d set up this auction.
“I won’t let you down, Zayne. I promise.”
He squeezed your wrist before you stepped back. You hated to leave him with how uneasy he was, but you also couldn’t bid on him without registering. Thankfully, the registration process only took a few minutes. When you took a seat, you waved at Zayne again, holding up the number for him to see. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a small smile as he adjusted his cuff links for the thousandth time.
Your heart rate skyrocketed as the auctioneer took the stage again and the first "prize" was brought on stage. You sat up in your chair, fully alert as you waited for Zayne's turn.
You watched, eyes wide, as other participants auctioned off a variety of sexual proclivities: roleplay, impact sessions, a few things you had never heard of and were now afraid to look up online later. The shibari session was so popular that your jaw nearly hit the floor when the auctioneer closed the bidding at 1.3 million.
“If you don’t want people knowing you’re a little lost kitten, I’d suggest keeping your mouth closed.”
You jumped as Sylus slid into the seat next to you. He was dressed immaculately as always, a black and red blazer fitted over a black turtleneck. He looked completely at ease here, like he did everywhere he went.
“Sylus!” you hissed, too shocked to think if you should be using a different name for him. You were still in Linkon, after all. “What are you doing here?”
He laughed as he draped one arm behind your chair, leaning towards you ever so slightly. “What does it look like? It’s an auction, sweetie.” He waved his paddle at you. “The better question is what are you doing here?”
You glanced at the stage again, double-checking that Zayne’s turn hadn’t happened yet. The dominatrix was up for bidding now and, by the looks of things, her services were going to be even more popular than the shibari session.
“I’m helping a friend,” you said, straightening your spine so you could sit a little taller. “Not that it’s any of your business."
Somehow, despite not moving at all, it suddenly felt like Sylus was surrounding you, caging you in next to him.
“And does this friend happen to be that doctor of yours you told me about?”
Your face burned in embarrassment, but you refused to give Sylus the satisfaction of looking away. You stared him down instead, jaw set in determination.
“Yes.”
The corner of Sylus’s mouth quirked in amusement, as if he expected you to deny this. What was the point? The moment Zayne got on stage, the auctioneer was going to list out who he was.
“Who are you here to bet on? I wasn't aware you were into..." you gestured at the room, trying to encompass all of the various kinks on display as if it was a regular day for you. "All of this."
Sylus gave you a real smile at that. “Is that your way of asking me what I am into, kitten? I'd be happy to discuss that with you, as long as you share your interests as well.”
You scoffed at that, turning back to the stage. You could feel your own blush rising and you prayed the dark lighting could hide some of it. You watched as the auctioneer called Zayne up to the stage, reading off a short biography and the same information that had been written on the placard – bidding was for Zayne’s time fulfilling your heart's desires in one of the suite’s upstairs.
Zayne stood there stoically, his eyes locked on you as he adjusted his cuff links again. You tried to smile assuredly as the auctioneer started the bidding, but you could still read how uncomfortable he was standing there.
“He really is quite handsome, kitten,” Sylus said. He’d leaned over, pulling you close into his side so he could speak directly into your ear.
You elbowed him as hard as you could, but Sylus barely flinched. His fingers flitted across your bare shoulder, sending shivers down your body.
“Don’t distract me,” you said. “I can’t let anyone else win Zayne. He got tricked into being on stage and I won’t let him go through this alone.” You raised your paddle, making sure the auctioneer nodded at you as the bidding continued.
Sylus’s breath was hot against your neck as he laughed at that.
“Not a single person on the stage got up there without knowing what they were getting into, kitten. It’s one of the requirements.”
You raised your paddle again, trying to see how many other people were bidding on Zayne. It was difficult to tell from where you were sitting. Why hadn't you chosen a seat farther in the back so you'd have a better vantage point?
“You know, if you look too eager, it’ll work against you. Have you not learned anything from all the auctions we’ve been to together?”
When you turned to glare at him, Sylus looked completely relaxed, as he always did. He wasn’t phased by anything you threw at him and you knew he enjoyed pestering you too much to quit. So you went for his jugular instead.
“Sylus, I swear to god, if Zayne has to go up to that hotel room with someone other than me, I will never speak to you again.”
He raised an eyebrow at that as you turned back to the auctioneer, raising your paddle again. The bidding was moving quickly now, as the auctioneer spoke faster and faster. There were two other people bidding on Zayne now, and you had to pay close attention so you didn’t miss your bidding window.
You tried not to look at Zayne as you bid. You could see him adjust his stance a few times, clearly uncomfortable and trying to hide it. His eyes had never left yours since the bidding began.
“As you wish, kitten,” Sylus said.
He raised his paddle, immediately garnering the auctioneer’s attention.
“Two million on the doctor, please.”
The last bid had only been 700,000. Sylus’s outrageous offer completely swept the board of other offers, as the auctioneer didn't even bother looking for other bids before he slammed his gavel against the podium.
“Sold! To the gentleman in the red jacket! Our accounting representatives will meet you in the next room to confirm payment before you see to your winnings.”
You sat there in shock, mouth agape, as the reality of what just happened sunk in. Sylus only chuckled as he took your hand and stood, pulling you to follow him.
“Come on, kitten. We don’t want to keep our doctor waiting, do we?”
You were barely paying attention to what was happening as Sylus led you to the next room. He quickly verified whatever information they needed, transferring over the money with a few clicks of a button. Then his hand was at your lower back as he escorted you to the elevators.
The moment the elevator doors closed you turned on him, slapping him across the face as hard as you could.
“What the fuck was that, Sylus!”
Sylus barely blinked at the contact, merely brushing his fingers across the place you’d hit him as he looked down at you. He had the audacity to shrug in response.
“Kitten, we both know you didn’t have the funds to win. I merely expedited the process.” Sylus held up one of his hands, examining his fingers as if he was checking for dirt underneath them. Finding none, he leaned against the elevator wall, back to his infuriating casualness as you tried to find a response.
When the elevator door opened, you were surprised to see a small foyer instead of a hallway. You were greeted by an attendant, who gestured to the door on your left.
“Your winnings are inside, sir. I am to remind you that claiming them requires you to follow the rules and regulations you signed when the money was handed over. You are free to leave at any point before morning, we only ask that you stop by the front desk on your way out if you do so.”
“We understand,” Sylus said, already moving toward the door. The attendee waited for you to nod in agreement too before they swiped a keycard and the suite’s door unlocked with a soft click.
You didn’t wait before you were charing through the door, half running in your haste to see Zayne. You found him standing near the windows, his hands in his pockets. You only registered the relief on his face before you hugged him, burying your face against his chest. Zayne wrapped his arms around you, one of them resting at the back of your neck. You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself, but it didn't matter. You were here now.
“I’m so sorry, Zayne,” you said, mumbling into his shirt. “Are you okay? I promised I’d win and then Sylus was there and then the bidding was over and-”
“Shhhhh,” Zayne said, squeezing you tighter to ground you, keeping you from spiraling even farther. “I’m okay. We’re alright.”
There was a pop behind you and you jerked out of Zayne’s arms, spinning around and half-prepared for a fight.
“Sorry to interrupt your reunion, kitten,” Sylus said. He held out a glass of freshly poured to champagne to you. “Would you like a drink to celebrate our win?”
You took it, swallowing half of it in one gulp before you set it down on the coffee table. “Right. Thank you, Sylus. I appreciate your help this evening. If you want to stay for dinner with us you’re welcome to. Otherwise, I’ll call you-”
Sylus chuckled as he took a seat in one of the plush armchairs across from the couch. “I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, kitten. I just spent two million on an evening with Dr. Zayne. I’m not going to settle for a mere dinner when I could have my heart’s desire.”
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a long sigh.
“This was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it?” Zayne asked.
Your head whipped around so fast to look at Zayne that you nearly pulled a muscle.
“What?”
Zayne took a seat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him while he ignored you. The look he was giving Sylus, however, could turn a man to ice.
“You told me this was a charity auction while I patched you up in the ER. Pestered me into signing up for it at every follow-up appointment. Won the final bid by a mile.”
Sylus took a slow sip of his champagne, never breaking eye contact. Your heart raced as you looked between the two of them.
“Wait, you know each other?”
Both of them continued ignoring you, too busy staring each other down.
“It is a charity auction and you successfully helped raise quite a lot of money, Doctor.” Sylus carefully sat his glass down on the coffee table before leaning back in the armchair to match Zayne’s pose. “You can’t blame me for not reading the auction details. Or maybe you did read them and were secretly hoping for this outcome?”
The two of them were infuriating. You stood, swiping the bottle of champagne so you could pour yourself another drink. You downed the whole thing in one go before you poured another one.
“You’re telling me,” you said, using the hand still holding the champagne bottle to point at them, “that not only did you know each other, but Sylus is the reason we’re in this mess, and you knew what kind of auction you were signing up for the whole time?”
You gestured between them, not caring when your movements were exaggerated and you spilled some of the champagne all over the nice rug. You were too angry at both of them right now to care.
“Sylus, how could you do this to Zayne? If you really knew him, then you’d know a sex auction isn’t his type of thing!”
Zayne’s ears were turning a delicious shade of red again and Sylus was smirking. If the champagne hadn’t been so good, you might’ve considered spilling the rest of it over his head.
“Kitten.”
Sylus’s voice was low and dangerous. It wasn’t cold – you hadn’t heard him use that tone with you since your first trip to the N109 Zone – but it was close to it. When you met Sylus’s gaze, his smirk was gone. He was entirely focused on you now. He even sat up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as if this was the most important negotiation he’d had all day.
“I would never let someone auction themselves off if they hadn’t consented to it multiple times. All of the winners could have backed out at any point, no questions asked. They’re each wearing a bracelet with a panic button on it. Attendants outside each room are there to intervene the moment the alarm goes off.”
You fell back into the sofa, dropping the champagne onto the coffee table as the gravity of what he said sank in. Slowly, you turned to look at Zayne. Before he could stop you, you reached over and pulled the sleeve of his shirt up, exposing the metal cuff he’d shown you earlier. Sure enough, there were two buttons on either side. You’d seen similar types of jewelry before – early Hunter watches had used similar technology before they upgraded to voice activation.
“Zayne…”
Your doctor didn’t turn and look at you. He continued staring straight at Sylus, his jaw twitching from how tightly he was clenching his teeth together.
“Now, Zayne,” Sylus said, leaning back in his seat again. “Care to tell our kitten why you didn’t want her to know the real reason you agreed to this?”
You saw the small glow of Sylus’s eye as he spoke and your eyes widened.
“Sylus, don’t tell me-” you said, but Sylus cut you off.
“That I’m giving our favorite doctor an opportunity to finally give in to his heart’s desires?”
Zayne stood abruptly, moving to stand in front of the window again with his arms crossed in front of him. The three of you were silent for a long moment as the tension between you pulled tight. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you stood again, needing to do something with all of the nervous energy in your body.
“Let’s order dinner,” you said, looking around for the room service menu. There were several papers laying on the desk, so you bee-lined to it. However, when you picked them up, flipping through to see if any of them included information regarding menu options, you didn't see anything remotely resembling a menu.
You froze when you recognized Zayne’s handwriting.
The page was a very long list, divided up into several subsections: Wants, Needs, Soft Limits, Hard Limits.
Your eyes flew over it, noticing a familiar crow feather embossed in the bottom right corner.
“Holy shit,” you said. You weren’t sure how loud you’d said it, but it didn’t matter. Both men in the room were too attuned to you not to notice.
Zayne had made a list of his sexual preferences. On Sylus's stationary. Sylus who had apparently set up the entire auction.
“Did you want to make a list too, kitten?” Sylus asked. You hadn't heard him move. He was standing behind you, leaning forward until he’d boxed you in against the desk, his hands resting on either side of your hips. “I told you earlier, I'd be happy to show you my list as well.”
When you turned your head to see Sylus’s profile, you saw his eye glow red again and you shuddered under his attention. Your body broke out in goosebumps as you became extremely aware of every place Sylus’s body was pressed against yours, all too familiar with how his Aether Core was reading you.
“Sylus, what are you doing?”
He turned his head to drag his nose against the side of your throat. The touch was light, almost tentative, but you felt like you were on fire.
“I’m opening a door,” Sylus said. “But you have to choose to walk through it, kitten.”
He stepped away and you immediately felt the loss of his body heat. When you turned around, Zayne was still standing at the window, but his hands were clenched at his sides. You saw him frown a fraction as he noticed the paper in your hands.
“Tell me the truth, Zayne,” you said, dropping the paper on the desk behind you. “Did you know what the auction was before you asked me to come tonight?”
Zayne glanced away for a moment before he met your eyes again. “Yes.”
You nodded, leaning against the desk behind you so something in the room felt steady. You felt like your world was turning upside right before your eyes.
“And when you asked me to pay any amount to win your bid? What were you thinking?”
Zayne watched you for a long moment, his eyes never leaving yours. You saw him take a deep breath, as if he was steadying himself too, before he approached you. When he was a foot away, he reached for your hand. You let Zayne take it, hoping he didn’t notice how badly your hands were shaking when he pressed it over his heart.
“I was thinking a lot of things,” Zayne said, his green eyes practically glowing with intensity. “The most prominent thought, however, was that I didn’t want to spend this night with anyone other than you. Even if we only had dinner together.”
Your hand fisted in his shirt as you pulled him towards you. Zayne met you without hesitating, his lips soft and sure against yours.
The feeling of kissing Zayne was better than you’d ever imagined. He kept your hand anchored against his chest while his other hand cupped your cheek. Despite his soft touch, it felt possessive, like he was claiming you as his – for now and always. You could feel the intensity he was holding back and you wanted more of it.
When he pulled away from you, Zayne squeezed the hand you placed over his heart like he didn’t want to let go. You were half a thought from dragging him down for another kiss when you heard Sylus moving next to you.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Sylus’s hands rested on your hips as he pulled you towards him, adjusting you until you were trapped between the two very large, very handsome men. Zayne at your front and Sylus at your back. You expected Zayne to pull away, always conscious of how your body language, but he didn’t.
“Was this what you were after all along?” Zayne asked, pointedly not looking at you while he glared at Sylus.
You felt Sylus’s laughter more than heard him. “It’s a start.”
You had no idea what was happening between the two men you would’ve bet your entire savings on not knowing each other, but you also didn’t want to stop it. The heat building between the three of you was intoxicating and you leaned into Sylus, needing the support as much as you craved his touch.
“Now, Doctor,” Sylus said, wrapping one of his arms around your waist so you were pinned against him. “I want you to tell me what it is you really want to do right now.”
You’d never heard Sylus’s voice drop so low. He’d nearly growled as he spoke, and you whimpered at the thought of him using that voice to tell you what to do. Your knees grew weak, but Sylus was already there, tightening his arm around you so you didn't fall.
Zayne caught the motion, his gaze dropping to you again as Sylus steadied you.
“Let’s sit down before we overwhelm her. I don’t want her getting hurt.”
Sylus swept you into his arms without hesitating. You expected him to carry you to the couch, but he completely ignored the living room in favor of taking you into the bedroom. Sylus sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, keeping you in his lap as he adjusted you to be more comfortable.
Zayne joined you, standing in front of both of you with his jaw clenched. You could practically see whatever argument he was having with himself, and you did not want him to finish it. Not if it meant him pushing one of the emergency buttons on his metal cuff and him walking out. You weren't ready for this night to end yet.
“Please, Zayne,” you said, reaching for him. You hadn’t meant to sound so small and desperate. So needy. But you didn’t care. You grabbed Zayne by the tie and pulled. He moved immediately, kneeling in front of you like he never wanted to be anywhere else. He didn’t touch you yet – his hands stayed at his sides – but you could tell he wanted to by the way his tongue darted out and he licked his lips.
“Are you familiar with the traffic light system?” he asked.
Sylus adjusted you in his lap so you fully faced Zayne, draping your legs on either side of his so you were completely spread open. You gasped as you realized how wet you were already, your panties completely drenched and sticking to your core.
You nodded at Zayne’s question, but Sylus was already grabbing your chin, turning you to face him.
“Words, kitten.”
“Yes, I’m green,” you said, gasping. “Please don’t stop. I’m very, very green.”
Sylus kissed you, a mirror of Zayne’s kiss earlier. Despite his fingers tightening against your chin, his lips were almost tentative. It wasn’t enough. You needed more - you were desperate for more. You tried squirming against him, wanting to drive him just as wild as you felt - until Zayne’s hands squeezed both of your thighs.
“Patience, darling,” Zayne said. “We know what you need. We'll give it to you.”
Zayne tried pulling your legs even further apart, but your dress was too tight. You heard him growl in frustration before he was pulling at the fabric, ripping at the fabric until you were fully on display for him.
You didn’t even have time to gasp in surprise before Zayne was pulling your panties to the side and running his tongue up the length of you. You gasped into Sylus's mouth, your hips already rolling into Zayne's mouth. Sylus bit your bottom lip before he broke your kiss, his hands moving to hold your legs open for Zayne. They weren't going to let you hide any part of yourself tonight - not your body or your sounds.
“Would you look at that,” Sylus said, as calm and collected as if you were discussing the weather. “Seems our doctor is even more greedy than you are, kitten. Tell me, how does his tongue feel?”
Zayne was practically worshiping your pussy, his tongue licking every fold so none of your slick was wasted. When he finally turned his attention to your clit, sucking it into his mouth with little flicks of his tongue, you jolted in Sylus’s grip as you cried out.
“Sylus, it’s…he’s…”
You were gasping for air as Zayne continued that steady pressure against you. He never let up, even as he had to hold your hips down to keep you from moving away from him.
"Let go, kitten. Let our doctor make you feel good."
When you came, you screamed, letting the two men surrounding you hold you while your body shook in pleasure. Zayne’s tongue sank into your pussy, drinking in every drop of your orgasm to prolong it as long as he could.
You were a whimpering mess, both satisfied and desperate for more. You pulled at Zayne’s hair until he kissed you, his tongue gliding against yours so you could taste yourself on his lips. It sent another wave of heat through you and you shuddered again, writhing in Sylus’s lap until you could feel how hard Sylus was, just from watching you come under Zayne's mouth.
When Zayne broke your kiss, you whimpered, your hands already reaching for him again. He and Sylus both laughed at that - not at you, but in delight at how much you needed them. Zayne caught your hands and held your wrists together so he had your full attention.
“Color check, darling.”
You tugged at his hold on you, but Zayne was immovable. Sylus was still holding you in his lap, entirely too pleased with how trapped you were between them.
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
Zayne lowered himself in front of you again, his mouth inches from your pussy, ready to devour you again, when Sylus let go of one of your legs so he could wrap his fingers in Zayne’s hair. You let out a frustrated whine as Zayne moved away from you again, letting Sylus guide him until the two men were at eye level again.
“Can I help you with something?” Zayne asked. If you hadn’t known Zayne so well, you never would’ve heard the note of irritation in his voice. He was just as desperate to taste you again as you were.
“Yes,” Sylus said. “I’d like a taste too.”
You froze. You weren't sure if it was for ten seconds or ten minutes, but you didn’t breathe as Zayne and Sylus stared at each other. Not until you saw Zayne’s gaze drop half an inch and you felt Sylus let out a slow breath behind you.
Zayne leaned forward, slowly at first, before he surged up and met Sylus’s mouth with his.
Their kiss looked more like a battle than a seduction. Their breathing was sharp and heavy as they fought for control. You saw their tongues tangling together as Zayne shared the taste of you with Sylus, and it sent something dark and delicious through you.
When they pulled away from each other, Sylus caught Zayne by his jaw. You watched as Sylus dragged his thumb ever so slowly across Zayne’s bottom lip, wiping up the last traces of your slick. Sylus licked his own thumb clean a moment later, not letting any of it go to waste, before his hand returned to your hip.
“Thank you,” Sylus said, his voice even as if he hadn’t just turned your world upside down.
Zayne was still frozen in place, half-kneeling over you, inches from Sylus’s face. His eyes had darkened, but you could see him reorganizing the night in his head while he stared into the middle distance.
“Color check, Doctor,” Sylus said, tugging on Zayne’s hair until he made eye contact again.
Zayne cleared his throat before he looked at both of you – checking your emotional state just as much as he was cataloguing his own.
“Green.”
He didn’t wait for Sylus’s response before he dropped to his knees again, pressing his mouth against your pussy like he wanted to drown in it all over again.
You gasped Zayne’s name and let your head fall back onto Sylus’s shoulder, your hands flying to Sylus’s thighs as Zayne slid one finger inside of you.
“You feel so good, squeezing around me,” Zayne said. “My sweet, perfect girl. So wet for me.”
His voice was muffled as he spoke into your pussy, kissing and licking you in the way he’d already discovered drove you wild. You rocked your hips into his touch, drawing his finger deeper inside of you as you both moaned at the contact.
Sylus chuckled as one of his hands circled your neck, holding you in place so you had to look up at him.
“Tell me, kitten. Who’s cock do you want first?”
Sylus’s question left you speechless and stuttering as you stared at him, mouth open. He was staring down at you, a soft, amused expression on his face, as he waited for your response.
Before you could answer, Zayne slide a second finger inside of you, slowly moving them in and out of your pussy until he found that perfect spot inside of you. He stroked it slowly, timing it with his tongue's careful circles around your clit until you were begging for release again.
Sylus’s hand never loosened around your neck, steadying you, keeping you from falling forward and losing yourself in the pleasure Zayne was giving you.
Zayne dragged you to the very edge of your orgasm, freezing at the last moment before you could tip over. You could feel his hot breath against your pussy as you clenched around his fingers, but he refused to move them, no matter how much you squirmed.
“Answer the question, darling,” Zayne said. His voice was rough and low with desire. You could see how hard he’d become, the outline of his erection as clear as day as it tented his pants. Still, he didn’t move to relieve himself. He stayed kneeling at your feet like an obedient servant to your pleasure.
“I…”
Your eyes darted between the two of them, unsure of what they wanted. What if you said the wrong name? Would the other think you didn’t want him just as badly? Why were they making you choose?
Sylus’s eye glowed red again before he leaned down and kissed you. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, a reassurance instead of a tease.
“You’re overthinking again, kitten,” Sylus said, cupping your face with one hand as he looked at you. “How about your doctor makes you come again and then he gets to rest while you ride my cock. How does that sound?”
You nodded, already drowning in lust at the thought of having Sylus touch you too. They didn’t make you beg for it this time before Zayne’s mouth was on you again, a third finger sliding inside of you while he relentlessly chased your pleasure.
You came not long after, Zayne’s name on your lips again as your limbs shook, the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Zayne didn’t let up, his mouth alternating between little sucks and licks against your clit while his fingers continued moving, stretching you out as they curled and thrust inside of you.
Your entire body went limp as Zayne dragged a third orgasm out of you, before you'd even had time to come down from your last one. Sylus had to wrap both arms around you to keep you from falling off of his lap. You panted into Sylus’s neck, barely able to keep your eyes open even as Zayne continued kissing your pussy. You heard Zayne let out a deep grunt as his mouth left you suddenly.
“That was unnecessary,” Zayne said.
“Can’t have you wearing our kitten out just yet, Doctor.”
When you opened your eyes a few moments later, Zayne was standing in the doorway, Sylus’s black and red Evol wrapped around him, holding him in place.
“Let him go, Sylus,” you said, half slurring your words as your head lolled back against him. You were cum-drunk, like your body was floating on a river of pleasure and your head was trailing somewhere behind it.
You felt more than heard Sylus laughing as he lifted you, turning you in his lap so you faced him instead. He guided your arms up so you could wrap them around his neck as he cradled you against him. Sylus ran his hands along your shoulders, across your back, down to your thighs, massaging you gently every place he felt tension.
“What was the purpose of buying me tonight if you were going to keep me in the doorway?”
Sylus ignored Zayne’s complaints, his focus completely on you.
“How are you feeling, sweetie? Still with us?”
You blinked at him, slowly. For a moment, with your eyes half-lidded and unfocused, you were doing an exceptional impression of the cat Sylus always compared you to.
“Good,” you said, shifting against him so you could look him in the eye. “Kiss me, please.”
Sylus’s hands cupped your cheeks, holding you closely so he could lean in and brush soft kisses against your face. He kissed your eyebrow, then the tip of your nose. He moved slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Sylus kissed one cheek, then the other, then your forehead. When you were fully leaning into his touch, your eyes closed and a soft smile on your face as you enjoyed being adored, Sylus pressed one last kiss to your lips.
“Thank you, daddy,” you said, tucking your head under his chin as he held you tightly against him.
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” Sylus said, his voice warm and comforting as one of his hands slid underneath the hem of your dress. He didn’t push you, just let his fingers skim against the bare skin of your lower back.
You leaned further into his touch, not wanting him to stop. When his fingers stilled, you reached for the edge of your dress, pulling it over your head in one fluid motion so he had easier access to your body.
“You look beautiful like this,” Sylus said. “Completely bare and in my lap.” His fingers trailed over the edge of your light blue, lacy underwear. “Did you wear these for me?”
You blinked slowly at him, your mind still muddy from the pleasure haze it had sunken into. “No.”
Sylus’s gaze flicked behind you, meeting Zayne’s eyes.
“No? Did you wear them for Zayne?”
You shifted in his lap, suddenly uncomfortable. Was he mad at you? Had you done something wrong?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
Sylus caught your chin so you looked at him.
“Don’t apologize, kitten. You’re not in trouble - I like them anyway."
His lips were on yours again a moment later. This kiss was hungry, more heated than the last one. He tugged your panties to the side so he could slide his fingers through your wetness. You both moaned as he found you clit with his thumb, circling it as he used two of his fingers to enter you.
You felt like you were on the edge of another orgasm almost immediately, your thighs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up. You bit Sylus’s lower lip, needing something, anything, to hold onto while your hips moved on their own accord.
“Just like that,” Sylus said. His free hand moved to your jaw, forcing your mouth to stay open so he could hear every sound you made as you whimpered for him. “Can you come again for me? Come around your my fingers? Show me that you’re ready for daddy's cock.”
You came with a strangled cry, too lost in sensation to tell if you said Sylus's name or called him daddy again. Your legs gave out, forcing you even farther onto Sylus’s fingers as you sank down. Sylus held you through it, his fingers stilling inside of you as your body continued squeezing around him through your aftershocks.
“Good girl,” Sylus said, kissing you softly before he guided you forward, resting your weight against his chest. You sagged against him, letting your eyes flutter closed as you practically melted into Sylus’s touch.
“I thought you didn’t want to wear her out," Zayne said.
Sylus must have released Zayne from his Evol, as his voice was much close than you’d expected it to be. You could feel the warmth of Zayne's body against your back, though he wasn’t touching you yet.
“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Sylus said. “Now, make yourself useful and hold her.”
Zayne wrapped his arms around you, pulling you far enough away from Sylus that he could unbutton his shirt and undo his belt buckle. When he pulled his cock out, you let out a low noise that could’ve been a whimper or a gasp.
“That’s right, kitten,” Sylus said, tugging your panties off before he lowered you back onto his lap as he dismissed Zayne again. Your pussy was already so sensitive from your previous orgasms that the slide of his bare cock against you sent even more pleasure through your body. You reached for Sylus, rocking your hips against him until his head pressed against your clit.
Sylus chuckled as you shuddered against him. He held you steady as he moved his hips again, dragging his cock back and forth against you until you were begging for him.
“Sylus, please, I need-”
His Evol wrapped around your body, supporting your weakened muscles as he lined himself up at your entrance. Sylus lowered you onto him, pausing when only the tip was inside your pussy.
“That’s not the name you called me earlier, sweetie,” Sylus said. He cupped your cheek, running his thumb back and forth until you focused entirely on him.
You squirmed above him, shifting your hips every which way in an attempt to take his cock deeper inside of you, but his Evol held you in a torturous tease. It wasn't fair that they could make you feel so good and so needy at the same time. Even without Zayne touching you, you could feel his eyes on you, watching you squirm and driving you even further into lust-fueled madness.
Zayne was too far away to feel the heat of his body. You knew he was watching as your muscles tensed under Sylus’s ministrations, heard every noise that escaped your lips. The embarrassment of being watched, of being seen in this way, burned through you. If your skin hadn’t been flushed from pleasure already, you would’ve turned the most beautiful shade of red.
“I-”
You tried turning your head to look at Zayne, but Sylus held you firmly in place. His grip wasn’t cruel or punishing. Instead it was an anchor, dragging your attention back to him and the sweet pleasure he was bringing you.
“Is my kitten being greedy again?” Sylus asked. He tilted his head a fraction, as if looking at you from a different angle would get you to focus on him. “Do you need more than one cock to satisfy you tonight?”
Sylus’s gaze shifted from yours to Zayne’s behind you. You saw the calculated smirk on his face, could see what he was doing. You had never been so grateful for that stupid Aether Core in his eye, for being able to read what you wanted and give it to you without any shame.
“Yes, please,” you said, still trying to look behind you. You wanted to see Zayne. You needed him to see how badly you wanted him. Wanted both of them.
You moaned as Sylus rewarded you for your words by letting you sink further onto his cock. Your pussy ached from how far he was already stretching you, but it felt too good to stop now.
“Please, daddy.”
Sylus thrust up into you, burying himself completely at your words. You both groaned at the feeling, your pussy clenching around him as if you never wanted to let go.
“Fuck, kitten,” Sylus said, capturing your lips with his as he began moving properly.
His Evol stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you in place while he fucked up into you, grinding his hips at the top to brush your clit with every stroke.
You could feel another orgasm building inside of you, but you resisted. You didn’t want to come again right now, not when Zayne was still so far away. You reached behind you, only finding empty air, and you whined in protest.
“Daddy, please, I need-”
Zayne was there a moment later, one hand in yours while the other slid up the side of your neck, turning your head until you were looking up at them.
“Daddy’s here,” Zayne said, his voice a low growl. “We’re going to take very good care of you.”
Zayne’s fingers tightened in a possessive grip as kissed you. His tongue invaded your mouth, stroking in the same rhythm as Sylus's cock thrusting up into you. You felt so full, so perfect, and completely at their mercy.
You lost yourself in sensation. Zayne’s fingers pressing hard enough to sting. The slow burn of Sylus’s cock moving inside of you, stroking against every sensitive part. The heat of both of their bodies. The rumble of their voices as they growled praises into your skin.
Sylus ripped your mouth away from Zayne’s when you came so he could hear you break between them. You gasped and begged between them, your limbs turning to liquid as Sylus’s Evol and Zayne’s body kept you upright.
“That’s my good girl,” Zayne said, his mouth dragging wet, hot trails against your cheek and jaw as his hand reached between you to press against your clit. Not to drag your pleasure out further or to pull even more stimulation from your body, but as a reminder of who your body belonged to. Sylus's cock may have been inside of you, but you were still his.
Sylus stilled his hips inside of you long enough for you to focus on the two of them as you came down. Your brain was still too fuzzy, too drunk on the pleasure still coursing through your body.
“I think our kitten deserves a break for how good she’s been for us. Don’t you agree, Doctor?”
You whined as the two of them maneuvered you off of Sylus’s lap, laying you down between them on the bed. Zayne draped a blanket over you before you started shivering. Both men were pressed against you, Zayne’s arm curled around your hip while Sylus trailed his fingertips along your collarbone.
You mumbled something incoherent, letting your eyes fall close as they took care of you. You weren’t sure how long you were out of it when you heard them speaking again.
“You set all of this up just to make her happy?” Zayne asked.
“No. Not only for her, Doctor.”
There was a long silence until Zayne shifted next to you, his fingers tightening against your hip.
“Then I should make sure you get your money's worth.”
You didn’t hear Sylus’s speak in response, but you could imagine his smirk as he raised an eyebrow at Zayne.
“It’s logical," Zayne said. "Practical, even. We wouldn’t want you to complain and withdraw your funding from the charity.”
You opened your eyes as the bed shifted beneath you, as Zayne leaned over your body to kiss Sylus. You had to blink several times to focus on what was happening. Zayne had braced himself on one arm next to Sylus’s head, while his other hand wrapped around Sylus’s cock. They both moaned into the kiss as Sylus’s Evol wrapped around Zayne, pulling him closer without disturbing your rest.
“Logical,” Sylus said as Zayne dragged his mouth down the other man’s neck. “Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?” Sylus’s hips jerked as Zayne tightened his grip, but the punishment didn't land. When Sylus only chuckled, Zayne bit Sylus’s collarbone hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Are you going to be this talkative the entire time or do I need to put your mouth to work?”
Zayne didn’t wait for an answer before he continued moving down Sylus’s body, kissing and biting as he went. Your eyes went wide as you watched Sylus’s body jerk slightly each time Zayne’s teeth closed around the other man’s skin. You thought your body would’ve been completely wrung out from the number of orgasms you’d already had, but you were wrong. You barely realized you were moving until your hand wrapped around Sylus’s cock, threading your fingers with Zayne’s.
“Fuck,” Sylus said, groaning as you and Zayne stroked him in tandem. You watched him breathe heavily, trying and only partially succeeding as he tried to keep talking. His voice kept stuttering as he fought from coming undone under both of your touch.
“This…this isn’t….what I…good…fuck.”
Sylus came with a growl, coating both yours and Zayne’s hands in come as his body shuddered in pleasure. You refused to stop touching him as you and Zayne alternated stroking him until Sylus's cock was twitching from overstimulation and he had no more left to give. You let go, intending to curl up next to Sylus’s side, but Zayne caught your hand.
Zayne leaned forward and took two of your fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. He moved methodically down your hand, taking every finger into his mouth to give it the same treatment, even licking the center of your palm until you were clean of Sylus's come.
You were breathing heavily all over again.
When he released you, you looked at Zayne – properly looked at him, now that you had had a moment to rest – and saw the lust written across his face. You barely blinked before Zayne was surging towards you, pinning you against the bed as he bit at your neck and collarbone, leaving matching marks to the one’s he'd left on Sylus’s body.
“I’m going to take care of you now,” Zayne said. “Not him. Me.” You could feel how hard he’d been this entire time as he rutted against your hips. You tilted your head back to give Zayne better room to leave whatever marks he wanted as you reached for his waistband, trying to unbuckle his belt as he pressed even closer to you.
“And you’re going to say my name when you come,” Zayne said, sucking your nipple into his mouth. “You’re mine.”
Your back arched into his touch as you cried out, your hands desperately tugging at his pants to get him closer to you.
“That doesn’t sound very practical to me, Doctor,” Sylus said.
You weren’t sure when Sylus had recovered, but he was kneeling behind Zayne, his fingers moving steadily over yours to undo Zayne’s pants. Between the two of you and some of Sylus’s Evol, you managed to undress Zayne despite his insistence at not moving away from your naked skin. When Zayne’s cock pressed against your wet heat, he froze above you, too overwhelmed by feeling of your bare pussy against his most sensitive skin.
You could see Sylus over Zayne’s shoulder. You watched as he leaned forward, kissing the place between Zayne’s neck and shoulder as Sylus’s hands stroked down Zayne’s sides.
“Color check, Doctor.”
“Green,” Zayne said, swallowing hard around the word. You saw Sylus hesitate only a moment, as if trying to decide if he was pushing too far, before his hand wrapped around Zayne’s cock.
You lifted your hips as Sylus positioned Zayne at your entrance.
Time slowed between the three of you as Zayne finally slid inside of you. For a moment, the three of you were connected, breathing in sync as Sylus removed his hand so he could press Zayne’s hips further into yours.
“That’s it, Doctor,” Sylus said, nipping at Zayne’s neck as he encouraged Zayne to move with him. “You take care of our kitten and I’ll take care of you.”
You couldn’t see what Sylus was doing, but based on the moan Zayne let out against your chest and the sudden appearance of lube thanks to Sylus’s Evol, you had an idea.
You grabbed Zayne’s face, needing to be closer to him as he shuddered above you. When he kissed you, you could feel the force of his desire crashing into you, as he fought to hold still. You couldn’t help but clench around Zayne’s cock inside of you, as the intensity of how badly he wanted this - wanted you - hit you.
“I need you to be a very good girl for me,” Zayne said, breathing heavily against your cheek, “and hold still right now.”
Sylus let out another soft laugh as he moved behind Zayne. A moment later, they both moaned in unison.
“Just like that," Sylus said. "Relax, Doctor. Let me take care of you too.”
Sylus wrapped his hands around Zayne’s hips, directing him to pull out of you until only his tip was inside you. You lifted your legs, wanting to wrap them around Zayne so he couldn’t pull away, but Zayne caught you. He pushed one of your legs back towards the bed, opening you up even further as he trapped you in place.
In one swift movement, Zayne was driving into you again, burying his face in your neck as you held onto him.
“There we go,” Sylus said, leaning forward so he could speak directly into Zayne’s ear. He made eye contact with you as he spoke, making sure you knew exactly what was happening between the two men above you. “Tell me how good you feel, my pretty boy. Your cock buried in our kitten while I’m inside your ass.”
You whimpered as Sylus moved again, grinding into Zayne until there nothing left between the three of you.
“Fuck you,” Zayne said. His hips rocked, as if he was trying to escape, but he only succeeded in pushing Sylus deeper inside of him.
“I believe I’m already doing that,” Sylus said, tightening his grip on Zayne’s hips.
You became a tangle of thrusts, moans, and gasps, as you moved together. Zayne’s cock felt impossibly big inside of you, grinding against your clit every time he pressed against you. Sylus never let up either, keeping the three of you tangled together as he fucked you with Zayne’s cock.
“Are you gonna come for us again, kitten?” Sylus said, panting above you. “Squeeze that tight little pussy around Zayne’s cock until our pretty boy loses it too?”
You could see the sweat dripping down his neck and chest and part of you wanted to lick it off him. You whimpered at the thought, leaning forward to lick at Zayne’s neck instead. You couldn’t help yourself from biting down while you were there, your tongue quickly following to soothe the skin.
Zayne growled as you bit him, his hands pulling at your hair until he could bite at your bottom lip in turn. He was completely lost to the two bodies surrounding him, mindlessly fucking into you as he ground back against Sylus, barely aware enough to do much than hold off his impending orgasm.
“Be good,” Zayne said, pulling your head back by your hair so you looked at him. “Or your we'll have fun while you have to watch.”
You could barely handle the two of them fucking while you were involved. The idea of being forced to watch the two of them, unable to touch yourself while they fucked each other and told you how good they were making each other feel, sent you over the edge yet again.
Your body arched underneath them, shuddering as your pleasure overwhelmed you. Zayne followed soon after, burying his hands in your hair as he spilled inside of you. Sylus never stopped fucking Zayne, his movement forcing Zayne’s body against your clit with every thrust. Your body instinctively tried moving away from them, trying to keep yourself from the overstimulation, but it was no use. You were trapped underneath two bodies, forced to take every inch of Zayne’s cock over and over as Sylus’s fucked you both through your orgasms.
“Please,” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks as you couldn’t take it anymore. “R-red.”
A moment later, Sylus’s Evol surrounded you. You were curled up on the bed, the blanket wrapped around you, as Sylus rested a hand on your ankle. He still had Zayne trapped underneath him, but now they were bent over the edge of the bed.
“Better?” Sylus asked.
He and Zayne were both entirely focused on you, despite Sylus still being cock-deep in Zayne's ass. You knew if you said no, they would turn their full attentions to you without a second thought. Now that you weren’t dying from constant overstimulation, you could focus again.
“I’m good,” you said, reaching for them. Zayne grabbed your hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb as Sylus smiled at you.
“Good,” Sylus said. He thrust forward, driving Zayne further into the bed, his hand still light against your ankle. “We’ll take care of you in a minute, once I'm done with our pretty boy here.”
“Fuck,” Zayne said, biting into his arm as Sylus fucked into him with even more force. You could see Zayne was hard again, his poor dick caught between his stomach and the edge of the bed as his body rocked against the mattress.
You watched both of them try to keep it together, as if they were in a fight to see who could come first. If you had more energy, you could’ve reached for them to help, but your body had completely given out, too exhausted by your multiple orgasms to do anything but stare.
“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me,” Sylus said, grabbing Zayne by the hair to pull him up so he was standing up, Zayne's back pressed against Sylus’s chest. The shift meant that neither one of them could hold onto you anymore, but you didn’t mind when you could see how deeply the new position affected both of them.
Zayne’s cock bobbed against his stomach, the tip a dark red as he leaked all over his stomach. Sylus’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his mouth partially open in pleasure.
You let out a soft moan as you watched them, your hand drifting between your legs. Your pussy was sore and swollen, but you couldn’t help it. You let your legs fall open as you stroked yourself, your touch a bare whisper against your skin so you didn't overstimulate yourself again.
“Fuck,” Zayne said, having apparently forgotten every other word as his eyes dropped to where you touched yourself. He wrapped one of his hand around Sylus’s neck as his spine curled into the other man’s touch, his other stroking his cock in time with your movements. You watched as Zayne spilled into his hand a moment later, his head falling back as he moaned your name.
Sylus didn’t let him have a moment’s reprieve before he was pushing Zayne back down onto the bed, his face inches from your pussy as he fucked Zayne in earnest. Zayne pushed your hand out of the way so he could replace it with his mouth, his tongue pressing against you in time with Sylus’s thrusts.
When you came on Zayne’s tongue, Sylus followed, grunting into Zayne’s shoulder.
The three of you stayed in a tangle of sore limbs and heavy breathing for several minutes, before Sylus pulled out of Zayne. He dropped a quick kiss onto Zayne’s shoulder, reaching over to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, before he walked to the bathroom. When he returned with a wet cloth a moment later, he helped you and Zayne clean up before he pulled the covers back.
Sylus activated his Evol again, tucking you and Zayne into bed before he slid in next to you. You could feel your eyelids drooping already as you snuggled between them. Both Sylus and Zayne kissed you gently, pressing their lips against your forehead, shoulders, and cheek, until you hummed in happiness.
“Sleep well, kitten,” Sylus said. “You too, Zayne.”
Zayne hummed next to you as he also got comfortable, sliding one arm around you as he closed his eyes.
“In the morning,” he said, his voice muffled by the pillow, “we’re going to talk about how asking someone out doesn't need to include dropping two million during a charity auction you set up.”
Sylus’s laugh was a low rumble against your chest as he pulled you against him.
“I look forward to it.”