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Flynn always felt out of place at the keep, but on that particular evening walking through those halls felt especially awkward. He went for a reason he still couldn’t entirely wrap his mind around.
He followed Mathias on a path that, if anyone were to keep track of it, would spell out how very much they didn’t want to be seen, dodging every guard and most servants on their way. Even though no one would question the Spymaster walking into the living quarters deeper in the keep at any time of day or night, whoever he brought in along with him, or why.
If only they knew.
After so many turns Flynn completely lost count or orientation, they arrived at a surprisingly plain, unimposing door. Following an oddly specific sequence of four knocks from Shaw – of course there would be a code for that, too – the clicking of a lock signalled the door opening. And they simply entered.
The room was not the royal chambers, but to Flynn it might as well have been. It had everything – desk, cabinets, bookshelves for work; armchairs and fireplace for comfort; large bed for rest and, well, pleasure. It was posh, it was lavish, yet somehow cosy.
And one more thing it had was the man they came for.
He stood by a cabinet, dressed in clothes very much casual and a size or two too large. Probably so they wouldn’t rip if he had to change for whatever reason, though even loose they did not hide his well toned form, and a rear that quickly drew Flynn’s eyes.
“Gentlemen,” Genn smiled, his handsome features lighting up. “Good to see you both.”
Shaw inclined his head politely. “Your Majesty.”
Flynn readied himself to do the same, but was stopped with a shake of the older man’s head. “Please. Tonight, it’s Genn.”
“Alright,” Mathias nodded, as if familiarising himself with the concept of casual conversation. At least with someone of higher standing. “Thank you for having us, Genn.”
The king sent them a smirk. “That comes a bit later,” he turned to the cabinet. “What can I get you boys to drink?”
Boys? Flynn was liking that already. “Whiskey, please,” he beamed, that broad, content smile that could disarm anyone. His partner asked for wine, which by itself marked a special occasion. Shaw very rarely had alcohol, and when he did, it usually had to do with something that was important to him. Something personal.
And this, certainly, had to be important. It was his idea, after all.
They took their drinks to the bed, Flynn’s eyes wandering back to Genn’s impressive body. The man was very attractive and walked like he knew it. No wonder he was the one Shaw had in mind when he suggested this little adventure.
Flynn hadn’t really expected his beloved to ask for such a thing. Not because inviting a third person to join them was some sort of alien concept to him; he’d never been in a fully open relationship before, but he had been with multiple people at the same time, more than once. No, the part he didn’t see coming was the fact that Mathias Shaw, guarded, secretive Spymaster, was able to open up to him enough to speak on something so personal. Something that, to many, could be seen as disgusting, as a sign of infidelity or dissatisfaction with his current relationship. He trusted Flynn enough to take a chance and explain a fantasy of his, despite potentially complicating what they already had.
So when he proposed that they spend a night with someone it wasn’t a difficult decision to make.
Another thing that surprised Flynn, though, was being told that the king of Gilneas had an open marriage, and might be willing to join them in bed because he embraced women and men alike. He hadn’t figured the old wolf for someone so adventurous, but that was on him. Shouldn’t have assumed. Still, to find that Shaw knew details that intimate about people that important was slightly concerning.
As he put his glass down on the end table next to Shaw’s, he wondered how exactly things were going to proceed. And then he got an idea.
“So!” he beamed. Eyes turned to him. “How about you handsome boys start by putting on a show for me?”
Mathias raised his eyebrows. “A show…”
Genn cupped the spy’s chin in his hand and turned him so that they were facing each other. “Oh, I think that’s a great idea…” he smirked. “Let’s make sure the good captain enjoys himself, hmm?”
Flynn sat back and watched the two of them kiss, chastely at first, lips barely touching. He watched those lips part as tongues began dancing with each other, exploring mouths. There were moans and clothes began dropping piece by piece as the men full on made out in front of him.
The contrast between them was staggering, and only made the image that much hotter. They were both fair skinned, with Mathias so much paler, and Genn’s muscled frame dwarfed the other man’s skinny (if agile) body. And as they embraced to deepen their kisses, the spy all but disappeared in those strong arms.
And Mathias loved being held by someone who could protect him, so that he could let go and be the one looked after, for a change.
No wonder he sank into that hug so eagerly, pushing Genn onto his back. He kissed down that fair neck, the muscled chest, the adorable dad-like belly that rivalled Flynn’s own. Oh, and Flynn knew how Mathias liked that little bit of softness on his partners that made them all the nicer to hold.
He stripped as well, finally, feeling quite hot from watching the love of his life put his lips on someone else’s cock. From seeing how quickly that cock hardened he knew exactly how well each kiss, each lick would feel, but also knew that this time they were not for him. Why was it so erotic, another man’s shaft in his partner’s mouth, another man’s hand running through his beautiful hair, another man moaning his name?
Flynn had no idea, but sitting there, stroking himself to that live show, he realised he’s probably just as perverted as people thought he was.
He smirked at Genn. “He’s good, isn’t he?”
“Oh, yes…” the king licked his lips, gently stroking Shaw’s cheek with his thumb. “He gets a lot of practice, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, plenty. He can’t go long without my cock, he likes it too much.”
The man in question hummed in agreement, earning a delighted sigh.
“Say, captain… how is he with taking cock elsewhere?”
Flynn’s lips twisted up in a grin. “Well, I’m usually on that end, but he has a very tight ass…”
Directed by a nod, he reached into the end table for a vial of what was clearly one of those fancy herbal oils. It smelled of spring flowers. Stealing a quick kiss from Genn, and receiving an eager response, Flynn sat closer to both men – close enough to reach Shaw’s rear while still having a god view of him sucking on that delicious shaft.
Mathias clamped around him as soon as he slid an oiled finger inside. He really knew how to milk a man dry with those trained muscles of his, but this time it would not be Flynn, and that thought alone made the captain’s own erection twitch of anticipation of how hot that would be too see.
The spy was pushed off the cock he’d been worshipping, lips plump and glistening. He was the most erotic sight Flynn had ever laid eyes on.
“While you prepare him for me, Flynn,” Genn moved behind the man in question and unceremoniously wrapped his hand around the sailor’s hardness, “let me take care of you as well…”
He just nodded, focusing on the fingers he had inside Mathias. The pleasure from that hand was enough to make him lose himself in it; the skin was calloused, tough, yet caressing him in all the right ways. He’d be in real trouble if Genn decided to-
“He likes it when I play with his balls,” Shaw said matter-of-factly.
Oh, bollocks.
Rather literally, in fact. That same hand cupped his sack, sending lightning up his spine, shaking his entire frame. His fingers curled inside Shaw, forcing a whimper out of him as they scraped over his prostate.
“Ah-! Sorry, Mattie…”
“No, no, do that again…!”
Flynn would have, smiling to himself, had Genn not beaten him to it. He carefully squeezed the captain’s balls, hard enough to send a message that someone was in charge of his pleasure. And Tides, how he didn’t mind. The shocks rolling through him translated into movement inside Mathias, his fingers curling up all on their own, as if the king was fucking them both at the same time.
He never suspected he’d find out what being a sex toy feels like.
“I had no idea you boys are such perverts,” Genn smirked.
Flynn couldn’t help but laugh. “Says the man fondling my bollocks…”
“Touché,” the king pulled away, to a groan of disappointment. “I take it you’ve got our dear Spymaster nice and ready?”
Shaw was the one to reply, moving away from his partners probing hand. “I’m ready,” he breathed, laying on his back with his legs spread, cock at full attention and rear on display.
Flynn smiled. He knew that body like the back of his own hand. He could draw each and every scar from memory, knew all the hairs lining that lithe frame by heart. And yet he couldn’t get enough. Mathias was beautiful even if he didn’t believe it himself, so Flynn made sure to keep reminding him.
He watched the love of his life kiss the king of Gilneas, heart hammering in his chest. The image was the definition of sexy; he hadn’t realised he had a thing for older men, or for men making out with his partner. Let alone both at the same time.
But as he watched Genn’s cock slide into Shaw’s magnificent rear, he decided that not only did he not mind – he’d definitely agree to do it again.
Genn buried himself to the hilt, with the spymaster moaning under him, and only then did he start moving. Slow at first, letting the other man adjust, gradually picking up the pace.
He gave the sailor a smirk, eyes gleaming with something feral. “You were right… he’s incredibly tight.”
Flynn laughed. “I know, right?”
A low groan from Shaw caught their attention. “Less talking,” he breathed, gripping Genn’s arms, “more fucking.”
The next sound he made was a short cry as the cock was slammed into him, much harder than before. “Didn’t know you have such a filthy mouth, Spymaster…”
Mathias took a deep breath and allowed himself a sharp smirk, one that made him look dark and dangerous. Just like his beloved liked him most in bed.
“Well,” he said, brushing a hand against the king’s cheek. “If you want filthy, you’ll have to ram my ass with that massive cock of yours ‘til I scream every profanity in the dictionary.”
If Genn intended to respond, the words died in a gasp when a hand slapped his rear, making him arch and push against the man under him. Not waiting for any reaction other than those delicious moans, Flynn slapped him again, earning the promised string of profanity from his partner on the other end.
Then, without warning or explanation, he laid himself on the bed, kissing along Genn’s spine on his way down.
“Captain…?” the king breathed, shivers rocking through him. “What are you doing?”
The answer came in the form of a warm, soft tongue roaming over his opening. He resumed moving into Mathias with renewed vigour, each thrust burying him to the hilt, each pull back pressing him against Flynn’s waiting lips.
“You love this,” the sailor said between licks, palming his own cock. He could only imagine how hard Genn’s shaft twitched inside their partner, how it rubbed against that special spot.
It must’ve felt incredible to be on the receiving end of that treatment.
The next words proved just how right he was, as it was Mathias who responded. “Light, he does.” He pulled Genn closer, kissing him so passionately Flynn could hear it, and exposing his rear even further.
So Flynn buried his tongue right in that inviting ass, delighting in the whimper he got in response, muffled by Shaw’s lips.
“Flynn…” came from the king in a short, hot breath. He stopped moving, instead half-blindly reaching for the oil. It must have been difficult to focus while being assaulted at both ends like that. When he finally managed to find the vial he handed it to the captain, who took it with a small smirk.
“Ah… so His Majesty wants a dicking, too?”
Genn shot him a glance over his shoulder. It was rough, and demanding, and feral. “Yes!”
He didn’t need to ask twice. Flynn made sure to lubricate him generously, inside and out, his fingers moving in that delicious rear in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. It was difficult to hold back, his own cock yearning for attention, for any kind of stimulation, and Genn was just so tight…
Finally, he pulled away and knelt behind the older man, rubbing the oil over himself for that extra bit of comfort. With Mathias smiling over that toned, muscled shoulder, and returning that smile, he pushed inside the king.
Genn let out a long, low moan, stopping what he’d been doing to let the shaft sink all the way in. He was clearly used to it, and it only made Flynn’s job easier. He slowly pulled back, almost completely, before pushing right back to the base in one hard thrust.
He wasn’t sure whether that hot, magnificent gasp came from Genn or Mathias, who took the other end of their fucking. It took a moment for him to realise they both made the same noise.
He laughed. “Enjoying yourselves, boys?”
Shaw would’ve glared at him had his expression not been one of pure ecstasy. “Just… fuck us properly…”
A shudder rolled through the captain; he was sure Genn could’ve felt it. Making love to the both of them like that felt better than he’d care to admit, if even he only really got to sink his cock into one. To think that Mathias could feel each and every one of his thrusts through the man joining them only made him want to please them even more, because fuck was it hot.
He thrust steadily, slow at first but made sure every push was hard, powerful, hips and balls slapping against that firm rear. Each one earned him a moan or a whimper from either of his lovers, and sometimes both. They resonated through his entire body, igniting his nerves all at once.
Spurred on by the magnificent noises, he gradually picked up speed, going harder and harder until he himself lost track of his own movements. Everything became a blur, blended into a continuous stream of pleasure, heat and noise. Someone came; probably Genn, his muscles clasping Flynn’s cock so hard he saw white. It became difficult to thrust with all that incredible pressure.
His orgasm was quick, short and so intense he found himself all but collapsed on the king’s back. Lovely, toned, sweaty back. It took a long moment, and all his willpower, to straighten himself up and pull out of Genn. Seated next to him, breathing heavily, he watched the other two share a gentle, almost lazy kiss. Shaw must’ve come as well, somewhere in the middle of all that passion, as he was covered in his own seed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled.
They didn’t part for a moment longer, but when they did, they both turned to Flynn.
“And so are you,” Mathias said. “But you already knew that.”
The sailor laughed, moving to lay down next to his partner while Genn, finally, climbed off him. “Oh, I sure do.”
They ended up in an embrace, sharing gentle kisses, Shaw in the middle with a pair of strong arms draped over him from each side; one shaped by years of combat, one by a life at sea.
“Thank you both for offering this,” the king said, expression soft and content.
“Pleasure’s all ours,” Flynn laughed.
“Oh, mine as well, I assure you.”
Shaw groaned. “You’ll give me a headache.”
Before either of them could respond, the door creaked open. Mathias had enough sense left to pull the covers over the three of them, hiding their groins and any stains left after their little fun. But, of course, there could be no denying what took place in that bed – and no need to, either.
Queen Mia stepped into the chamber, and gave the men a gentle smile. “Good evening. I hope I haven’t interrupted anything?”
Genn waved a hand, beckoning her to come closer. “You can if you want to.”