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If Stellan hadn’t been so preoccupied with finding The Cultural History of Jedi Meditation, he would’ve sensed the heightened emotions from Elzar and Avar from a parsec away. As it so happened, it was only after he pushed the button to open the door to Elzar’s quarters in the Temple that he realized exactly what was going on.
“El, have you seen my copy of—” He broke off and stopped abruptly in the entrance, gaping at them with his mouth open, then turned around to hit the locking mechanism of the door as fast as he could. They hadn’t even—they hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. Anyone could’ve just walked in. Stellan shuddered at the thought of one of the council members catching them having sex, but he suspected that the two got off on the risk.
Blast it.
“Stellan,” Elzar said, voice conversational, and Stellan turned slowly to face them.
He hadn’t even stopped thrusting, that bastard, drawing soft whimpers from Avar. Who was on her front on the wide couch in the living area, in perfect view of the door, leaning on her forearms, golden-shimmery hair covering her face with her head hung low. Her back shone with perspiration and her hands were clutching the upholstery so hard that her knuckles turned white, breasts bouncing gently with each of Elzar’s thrusts. And Elzar… Elzar was kneeling behind her between her spread thighs, looking as handsome as ever. His hands were gripping Avar’s hips to pull her back onto him, creating a beautiful contrast of his brown skin on Avar’s pale. A lock of dark hair had escaped from its careful styling, falling over his forehead, and he was smirking at Stellan like the tooka who got the cream.
Of course he knew exactly what he looked like. How he and Avar looked together. Blood rushed so quickly from Stellan’s head to his groin that he felt dizzy.
He couldn’t turn away.
Elzar leaned forward to brush some of Avar’s hair behind her ear to expose her face. A rosy flush was covering her cheeks and her lips were parted to draw in heaving gasps; brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.
“What do you say we let him join us?” Elzar murmured to her, like Stellan wasn’t right there.
But he sensed that he was still missing an important piece of the puzzle—Elzar was fucking her slowly, gently, and Stellan had no doubt that it felt good, but she looked so full of ecstasy, as if she were overwhelmed by sensation, and it was only when she nodded furiously and breathed an almost sobbed please that Stellan understood. He swore under his breath as he watched Elzar’s gaze wander to the place his cock disappeared between her ass cheeks. He regretted not being able to see it from where he was standing, but he’d bet the sight was exquisite.
Avar’s eyes fluttered open and she blinked at Stellan, the corner of her mouth twitching up.
“He’s, oh, he’s figured it out.” She paused to suck in a gasp in reaction to Elzar pulling completely out and rubbing the head of his thick, glistening cock over her rim, teasing her, before he pushed back inside with a low groan. “Come here, Stellan.”
Stellan wouldn’t have been able to deny her request even if he wanted to. Carefully avoiding making eye contact with Elzar while he made his way over to them—he wasn’t quite ready to see the knowing, challenging look on his face, to see his own desire reflected back at him—he chucked his belt, tunic, and boots off to contribute to the mess of clothes on the floor. Avar’s eyes seemed to glitter with mirth as he lowered himself to his knees in front of the couch, her gaze flicking pointedly to the outline of his hard cock inside of his leggings, but she hummed contentedly when he cupped her face to draw her into a deep kiss.
“Force,” Elzar breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
Stellan drew back and winked at Avar, then finally chanced a glance up at Elzar to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Yes, she is.”
Avar huffed a soft laugh at the same time as Elzar scoffed.
“I meant both of you, you idiot,” Elzar said, rolling his eyes.
Stellan grinned. “I know. You, too.” And he was. Stellan projected just a little of the aching want he was feeling in his direction, aided by the Force.
It wasn’t often that Elzar Mann was rendered speechless. He nearly always got over it by deflection, though, and sure enough; he cleared his throat and gave an experimental, hard thrust that made Avar’s breath hitch. Stellan couldn’t help but imagine himself in her stead, the fullness of Elzar inside of him, the stretch, the high—
“How do you want us?” Elzar’s eyes were on Stellan, but they all knew that he expected an answer from Avar.
“Mm.” She wriggled her hips playfully. “Lie back.”
Elzar obliged, leaning back against the armrest and bringing his legs out from under him, pulling Avar on top of him until they were sprawled on the couch chest to back, legs spread, his hands wandering; stroking her sides and cupping her breasts, brushing her hair aside so he could kiss her neck, and now…
Now, Stellan could see everything. He didn’t waste time to crawl onto the couch and between their legs. Avar’s rim was stretched taut around Elzar, her inner thighs coated in slick, the sharp scent of arousal making Stellan impossibly harder.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, earning himself a snort from both of them for stating the obvious.
He leaned down to lick a stripe from where Elzar’s cock disappeared in her ass up to her clit, nibbling at her folds, spurred on by her moans. Elzar had started thrusting into her from below and Avar buried a hand in Stellan’s hair, pulling his face closer, and he was happy to acquiesce. He’d been a little worried about his beard scratching her uncomfortably, but she didn’t seem to mind, so he turned his full attention to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, licking circles around it, pressing the flat of his tongue down until Avar was all but screaming at the combined sensations.
Stellan had never been happier that the Temple quarters were virtually soundproof.
“Oh, blast, I’m so close,” Avar whined, and Stellan could feel Elzar redouble his efforts accompanied by little grunts, his hips smacking against Avar’s ass. Stellan didn’t let up on her clit and tucked his arm under himself to drive two fingers into her slit, wet and warm muscles gripping them tight—right in time to feel her come.
Avar wailed as she was hit by wave after wave, her insides clamping down hard on Stellan’s fingers and Elzar’s cock. Elzar was cursing up a storm, undoubtedly trying to stave off his own orgasm. Chuckling against Avar’s folds, Stellan pressed one last, almost chaste kiss to her clit, then lifted his head to watch Avar ride out her climax, waiting to pull his fingers out until she stopped twitching around them.
“Fuck,” Elzar cursed, breathing almost as hard as Avar was. Stellan agreed whole-heartedly.
He was contemplating the way to best leave the quarters with his dignity intact—would it cross a line if he told them he wanted to stay and watch Elzar fuck her until he came?—would it be rude if he touched himself?—he was far from unexperienced, but Avar and Elzar made him feel like a fumbling teenager in the worst of ways—and surely they didn’t want him to intrude any longer—when Avar sat up and leaned forward to grab his shoulders and push him back into the cushions. The motion made Elzar’s cock slip from her ass with an audible slap against his stomach, and Stellan could feel a spurt of pre-cum dribble into his underclothes.
“Get these off,” Avar ordered breathlessly and pulled at his leggings.
Okay. So he was staying.
“Right,” he said and helped her get rid of the last of his clothing by lifting his hips, painfully aware of the blush covering his face and chest.
He only realized that Avar wanted him to fuck her when she straddled and positioned herself over him.
She blinked at his undoubtedly dumbfounded expression.
“Do you want this, Stel?” she asked softly.
Stellan swallowed hard and nodded, finally regaining control of his limbs and placing his hands on the soft, warm skin of her thighs.
“Yes. Yes, please, Avar.”
“So polite,” Elzar said from behind Avar, placing a kiss on the top of her shoulder. He watched Stellan with twinkling eyes and reached between him and Avar to take Stellan’s cock in hand—stars, just that simple touch had him on the verge of coming because he’d had better things to do in the past few weeks than even thinking of getting off—stroking him from root to tip, rubbing his thumb teasingly over the head before holding him up for Avar.
Stellan cursed when Avar sank down on him, the sensation of tight wet hot making his head spin. He glanced down to where their bodies met, the base of his cock nestled in her folds, and couldn’t help thrusting up into her.
“Yes,” Avar moaned.
She leaned forward to brace her hands on the armrest behind Stellan and started to ride him, breasts jiggling enticingly with every movement, and Stellan bit down on his lip and tightened his grip on her thighs to hold off his peak just a little longer. And then she breathed another moan, burying her face in the juncture between his shoulder and neck, giving him the perfect view of Elzar kneeling behind her, who was watching them with what could only be called a predatory look on his face.
“Elzar,” Avar said, voice desperate. “Come on. Come on. Do it.”
Do what, Stellan was about to ask, and promptly swallowed his words when Elzar shuffled forward, shot Stellan a filthy grin, took himself in hand, and pushed into Avar from behind with an almost tortured-sounding groan.
Avar whined into Stellan’s shoulder, her hand grasping for his on her thigh, and he let her squeeze it.
All rational thought went out the airlock.
Stellan could feel Elzar’s cock through the thin barrier separating them, could feel him pushing slowly into her ass until his balls rested against his own, could feel Avar become impossibly tighter around him with the added fullness.
“Force,” he choked out. “Avar—Elzar—”
“I know,” Elzar said, gasping, but his eyes were alert. “I know. C’mere.”
He reached around Avar to cup the back of Stellan’s head and leaned in for a kiss, Stellan tipping his chin up to meet his lips. Kissing Elzar was different from kissing Avar, or maybe it was just the passion of the moment—it was hungry, demanding, Elzar licking into his mouth without finesse while he started to rock his hips forward.
Stellan moaned into Elzar’s mouth, then gasped for air when Elzar broke the kiss. Avar had started to push back on them, bouncing on their cocks, muffling whimpers into Stellan’s shoulder. Stellan stroked her hair with one hand and found the back of Elzar’s thigh with his other, pulling him closer, pulling him harder against Avar as Elzar’s thrusts became rougher.
“‘m not gonna last,” he said. His cock was throbbing, balls tightening further with every second that passed, with each time he felt Elzar push into her, the friction becoming almost too much.
“Tha’s okay,” Avar slurred and squeezing a hand between them to rub her clit. “Want you to fill me up. Want to feel it.”
And that did it. Stellan clenched his teeth and thrust wildly up into her, barely registering Avar’s sobbed moans and Elzar’s gasped curses. His hand tightened in Avar’s hair and he threw his head back, groaning aloud as the pressure achieved its peak. He ground up into Avar, hips twitching uncontrollably as he came deep inside her, her tight channel becoming impossibly slicker around him, and he hadn’t finished emptying himself when Avar followed him over the edge. She keened and contracted hard around him, milking the last drops of cum from him as he continued rolling his hips through the aftershocks.
“Shit,” Elzar hissed, panting hard and glistening with sweat while he pounded into Avar accompanied by a rapid slap slap slap of skin meeting skin, every thrust lighting up Stellan’s insides—Avar was moaning weakly in encouragement, and Elzar fucked roughly into her a few more times before he stilled and came with a shuddering groan, pulling out halfway through to wrap a hand around his pulsing cock and aim the last spurts at where Stellan was still buried in Avar, his own cock twitching at the feeling of Elzar’s cum dribbling down to his balls.
For a moment, all they did was catch their breath.
“Fuck,” Stellan said, still gasping for air, and Avar chuckled against his skin and shifted her hips so his softening cock slipped from her.
They were a blasted mess.
Elzar met Stellan’s eyes and brushed a line of soft kisses along Avar’s spine before moving to lay down next to Stellan and helping Avar get comfortable on his other side until he was nestled between them. Stellan tried very hard not to think of the state of the couch.
“Your dumb book is on the shelf,” Elzar mumbled and brushed a hand through Stellan’s hair.
Stellan blinked.
The information took a moment to reach the relevant brain cells.
“My bo—You stole the data card?!”
Elzar rolled his eyes and Avar snorted, bumping her forehead against Stellan’s shoulder.
“Borrowed,” Elzar emphasized. “Had to get you out of the archives somehow, hm?”
Stellan sat up abruptly and turned so he could face them both.
“You planned this!” he said accusingly, pointing his finger between them. Avar and Elzar were looking at him with the exact same expression of exasperation and amusement. It was uncanny.
Avar leaned forward to take his hand, which he grudgingly allowed. “Of course we did, Stel. We’ve been—well—” She glanced at Elzar, who gave her a one-shouldered shrug. She huffed. “We’ve been trying to get you to join us for… a while now.”
“A while.”
“Mh-hm.”
“So all those times I walked in on you…”
“Mh-hm.”
Stellan rubbed his temple and shook his head. “You two are impossible.”
Elzar chuckled, nudged his leg with his own. “You think outright asking you would’ve worked?”
“I guess not,” Stellan grumbled. “Force. I can’t believe—”
“Shut it,” Elzar interrupted him, and Avar pulled him back between them by his hand. He always forgot how strong she was; resistance was futile. Granted, he didn’t try very hard.
“Stay for a bit,” Avar said, smiling at him. Stellan couldn’t muster up a protest. He hated to admit it, but laying here between them, their whole focus on him with no distractions, Elzar going back to stroking his hair with a mischievous glint in his eye, Avar snuggling against his arm, pleasant goosebumps running over his skin every time he felt her nipples brush him—it radiated warmth. Comfort. Safety.
“Fine,” he said softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll stay.”