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It’s not the sound of Alabaster’s cry that wakes her — Earth knows she’s heard enough of his repressed sobs, hidden in the dead of night like they’re both grits again. There’s a lilt to his sob, a bated breath behind it soaked in passion that Syan had never heard him make before, which is enough for her to turn. Onto her left side and directly into a warm, soft body.
Well, two, actually — Innon’s broad form draped deliberately over ‘Baster’s narrow one, the larger man all but enveloping her colleague. Who is moaning so deliciously with Innon panting above him. Oh. Oh.
It takes Syan a second to process the scene, not that it was anything too unusual to her at this point — they’d both been getting fucked in turn by the pirate for a few weeks now — but something churns in her as Alabaster moans, a whimper of “please” on his lips before Innon retakes them in his own.
It’s not that she’s attracted to Baster. She would have figured that one out with how rusting often they were copulating before getting dumped on this island by a terrifying demi-god-like… thing. Alabaster was always too skinny for her, too sharp at the corners, and gangly like an Antarctic. And based on the way his dick had reacted to her, Syen obviously would never have been his chosen partner either.
Rather it’s the sight of seeing her reluctant friend so taken by submission, utterly open and vulnerable in a way that she’s never quite seen before, that has her hot in the loins, the raw intimacy of how objectively gorgeous he looks with a man that Syen is most definitely attracted to plowing into his ass at increasing roughness and speed. Fuck, they’re beautiful together.
If the scene beside her isn’t already enough to have her grinding into thin air, Innon slows his pace and turns to her, a fierce, lustful smile pulled over those perfect teeth.
“Ah, you’re awake. Was wondering when you’d care to join us,” he chides, before placating a whining Alabaster with a kiss to his forehead. “Shh, I’m here, darling, I have you, gonna give you everything,” he whispers to the man beneath him before turning his attention back to Syan.
It’s only now that she realizes she’s draped her hand over the swell of Innon’s ass, absentmindedly guiding his thrusts, and Syan arches up to steal his lips, reddened already by the nip of his other partner’s teeth, and that really shouldn’t be turning her on as much as it is right now, but rusting fuck, he’s growling into her mouth now, “and what about you, beautiful? What can I do for you?”
“Fingers,” she nearly yells, and he chuckles, adjusting his weight onto his right arm arm now braced above Baster’s head, and that change of angle must have been perfect for the smaller man as his pleas turn garbled and desperate, nearing incoherence as he begs for Innon to fuck him deeper, harder, please, please, please.
Innon’s left hand now free, he drags his heavy fingers down Syan’s torso, callouses catching on a nipple that has her moaning, before finding the mound of her pubis. Dipping below, she is almost proud to share with him the evidence of her lust, the pure arousal upon waking to see them already so wonderfully intertwined.
Another moan escapes her lips as her legs fall open, one finger pressing gingerly up into her warmth.
“Ah, rust, Inn, I’m so wet you can go straight to two,” she pants, to Innon’s delight, and he thrusts both fingers home, making her see stars as she hears the strangled choke of Alabaster’s orgasm beside her, two dark-skinned chests now sticky with white.
Baster’s nearly sobbing through what Syan reckons is probably the best peak of his life — definitely the best in their last few months of mediocre attempts to conceive — and clinging onto Innon’s waist in a desperate attempt to keep Innon inside him. Innon, of course, happily obliges him as he shifts his attention between the two roggas, masterfully building Syan up to that same pleasure as he soothes Alabaster’s shaking, spent form, and Syan cannot resist throwing a hand over to find Baster’s, squeezing it in assurance while she, too, gets pounded to Yumenes and back by that wonderful man.
She thinks of that first night on Meov, of the look of hope on Baster’s face as he watched Innon, that attraction that they shared towards the pirate upon first meeting. She thinks of that night she told Baster to go to Innon, momentarily surrendering her own happiness because that was the only time she’d seen him smile in months. She thinks of the look of wonder in Baster’s eyes as she screamed into Innon’s shoulder, standing over that basin of water, and birthed their son, all three of them’s son.
And Syan realizes that this is what she needed, what their rusting friendship, for lack of a better word, needed. Partnership, even. Neither of them could show their vulnerabilities to the other alone, but Innon, this beautiful man lying atop them both, has allowed them to open up to each other in ways that she never thought possible. With Innon at their sides, Syan found herself caring for, caring about Alabaster in a way that she had never before. It nearly felt like that one night in Allia when Baster’s orogeny intersected her own, momentarily binding them in such an intimate way that had at the time frightened her. But now, sharing in Baster’s trust and vulnerability, she feels bolstered by their connection, strengthened by Innon, as the sum of their parts comes to exceed their individual forces alone.
It is Alabaster’s well-timed caress of her cheek, concurrent with Innon’s against her clit, that has her screaming in an orgasm strong enough to split the island had she not the control of a four-ringer, feeling overwhelmed by companionship and the small glimmer of hope. Eventually sagging back into their bed, she feels Innon pull out of them both before drawing them to lie on his chest, each of them against a muscled pectoral, until their breaths slow and once again yield to the nighttime calls of the island around them.