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Wriothesley wasn't sure what he’d expected when Lyney had invited him to the Opera Epiclese that afternoon. Perhaps to watch him practice, after all, there was no proper show scheduled until later that week. There also was no trial, not that Lyney, or even Neuvillette, would ever invite him to those. Perhaps to go to the café near the Opera together, or to go on a walk in the parks outside. Except, they were still keeping their relationship quiet, and none of them had made a comment about changing the current status of affairs.

He was content to find out what his boyfriend was up to when he got there, in any case. Still, it had left him curious and pondering the whole day after he’d gotten Lyney’s note. And he wasn't disappointed once he got to the Opera.

He hadn't found Lyney outside, so he’d headed past the patrolling Melusines. He’d greeted them with a friendly smile before going inside. The Opera was empty and silent. Were Lyney practicing for a show with Lynette, he would hear them already. He’d watched enough practices to know that by now. Maybe Lyney was in the changing room reserved for him and his sister? Wriothesley hesitated and decided to check the stage first before going there. It ended up being the right choice.

Wriothesley took one step into the main theater and his eyes immediately fell onto the balcony where Neuvillette resided over trials. He swallowed thickly when he saw that it was occupied by none other than the Iudex himself - as well as Lyney.

Wriothesley pointedly closed the door behind himself again before heading further inside. His eyes remained on Lyney and the way Neuvillette had him almost precariously bent over the small balcony railing. The only reason he hadn't heard Lyney before was because one of Neuvillette's hands covered Lyney's mouth, simultaneously forcing his head to tilt back a little as he ruthlessly fucked into him.

He had seen Neuvillette like this in bed on a handful of occasions, but usually it took quite a lot to get him riled up enough for this. Wriothesley could tell as he strolled closer that Lyney was the first to notice him, despite the tears clouding his vision and running down his cheeks. Wriothesley saw as much even from further away, thanks to the ruined makeup making him look like even more of a mess.

Neuvillette only noticed him when Wriothesley had just about strolled halfway into the theater. “Oh”, he said simply, not even sounding breathless. “You’re here, too.”

“Our little minx told me to come”, Wriothesley answered with the same ease. As if they were discussing the weather over a cup of tea, not as if he was watching one of his partners fuck the other into incoherency.

“Did he now?”, Neuvillette said darkly, and promptly started fucking harder into Lyney for a few beats. Wriothesley watched Lyney’s eyes roll back into his head, a number of muffled cries escaping him despite the firm hand trying to keep them from coming out. He looked like he was a hair’s breadth away from the orgasm of a lifetime, except, for some reason, he didn't come. “He called you to seduce you as well, I assume. In the courtroom, of all places. Do you think he likes his punishment?”

Wriothesley smirked as he climbed onto the stage. He stopped in the middle of it, his arms crossed lazily. “Punishment?”, he asked in amusement. It certainly didn't look like one.

“Oh yes”, Neuvillette said, a rare grin tugging at his lips. His eyes briefly glowed, as did his rhinophores. He slowed his pace again and suddenly pulled his hand back from Lyney’s mouth.

Wriothesley's dick twitched to attention in his pants at the moans he punched out of the younger man, unrestrained and loud now in the quiet of the large room. “Please!”, he sobbed. “Please let me come, please!”

Wriothesley couldn't help but laugh. Lyney, who could live with an orgasm, or two, or five under his belt. Who relished in the overstimulation and weakness multiple orgasms made him feel. Who begged for more, even when Wriothesley had started to flag and it was Neuvillette and his endless stamina who had to indulge him. Yes, taking the ability to come from Lyney surely was one hell of a punishment. Wriothesley wondered how long they had been at it already for him to beg like this.

Neuvillette leaned forward, pressing his chest to Lyney's back, so they both looked perfectly down at Wriothesley on the stage. “No”, Neuvillette said lowly directly into Lyney's ear. “You may ask Wriothesley for mercy once I’m done with you.”

Lyney whimpered, his lips wobbling, but he didn't beg again. That certainly didn't mean that he wasn't loud, though, as Neuvillette kept going. Wriothesley was content to watch the show until its finale, and he wasn't disappointed. He loved watching his partners get lost in pleasure. Neuvillette especially. Such a stoic man at all times, he only ever lost his cool when one of them got him flustered or during intimate settings.

Wriothesley went ahead and even applauded indulgently when Neuvillette finally came and filled Lyney up. Lyney could only whimper his frustration, shaking slightly under the press of Neuvillette's body. Wriothesley knew that they’d leave a mess behind when Neuvillette pulled out of Lyney again and picked him up to carry him down, but clearly Neuvillette didn't seem to care.

A minute passed before Neuvillette joined him on stage, a dazed - and very clearly horny - Lyney still cradled in his arms. Lyney immediately held his arms out for Wriothesley when they got close and sniffed. Wriothesley took pity on him and took him from Neuvillette's arms with a smile on his lips.

“He's so mean to me”, he huffed. “I only teased him a little, and in return I got a hydro seal on my dick. Oh, it hurts, Wriothesley.” “I will tell our dear Wriothesley later just what you understand under a little teasing”, Neuvillette said dryly. “Then again, this is exactly what you wanted. I’m sharing you with him, aren't I?”

“You could have still let me come!”

“But then it wouldn't have been a punishment, no?”

Wriothesley merely smiled over Lyney’s petulant grumbling, and the way even the great Iudex allowed himself to bicker with him. Meanwhile, Wriothesley had started walking already, heading off of the stage and through the hall and the following hallways to Lyney’s private changing room.

Once they got there, he walked over to the small couch in one corner and gently put Lyney down on top of it. Neuvillette had parted briefly from their side, but he was back a moment later with a glass of water in his hands that he handed to Lyney, as well as a tissue that he got wet with some hydro. Lyney gratefully took the glass and sipped from it while Neuvillette fussed over him and wiped the ruined makeup off of his cheeks. Once that was done and the tissue was disposed of, Wriothesley took the chance to turn towards Neuvillette and smile at him.

“Let’s get you out of this heavy coat”, he murmured as he reached for the many buttons and slowly worked them open one by one. Neuvillette watched him silently, but he made no move to stop him.

“What is it?”, Wriothesley asked, grinning slightly at Neuvillette's close scrutiny. He was done with the buttons at that moment and stepped behind Neuvillette to gently help him out of his coat.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes”, Neuvillette said softly. “It tells me that you’re up to-”

Just then, Wriothesley held Neuvillette’s wrists together and his handcuffs clicked shut around them, all within a heartbeat.

“-something”, Neuvillette sighed. Wriothesley couldn't help but laugh softly.

He pressed up against Neuvillette's back, his hands settling on his waist. He looked over his shoulder to Lyney, still sitting on the couch and watching them silently, yet eagerly. “I believe Mr. Lyney has been sufficiently punished already for his attempt at seducing the Iudex”, Wriothesley murmured into Neuvillette’s ear. He smiled when his lips brushed the sensitive pointed tip of it and his partner shuddered. “However, you have yet to be punished for committing public indecency. My, who would have known that the Iudex himself would do such a thing.”

Neuvillette exhaled slowly before leaning back against him a little. “You’re incorrigible. Both of you”, he sighed again, but Wriothesley could hear the fondness in his voice. “Far be it from me to refuse to be judged and sentenced accordingly. What sentence do you propose for my crime, Your Grace?”

Wriothesley gently nipped at Neuvillette’s ear. “A taste of your own medicine?”, he offered. “Get down on the sofa, darling. And kitten, get naked now.”

Lyney laughed brightly and wasted no time in getting undressed. Wriothesley stepped up to the couch when Neuvillette got onto it and laid down. He helped him out of his boots and his pants, though he could only unbutton his shirt and not actually take it off because of the handcuffs. Goosebumps followed Wriothesley's hands when he slowly, oh so slowly pulled down Neuvillette's underwear. His lengths still protruded halfway from his wet slit, even though he had come already.

Wriothesley’s attention was drawn when Neuvillette looked up and behind him. “Lyney, are you quite alright?”, he asked. Lyney nodded when Wriothesley looked at him too, though his cheeks swiftly turned a soft red. He was still mostly dressed and had only taken off his boots, tights and pants.

“I… Well, I also wanted Wriothesley's help”, he said sheepishly. “Aren't you the sweetest”, Wriothesley said, unable to hold back a smile. He turned back towards Neuvillette, pressed a lingering kiss to his lips as a promise for more later, and then got up and off of the couch.

“Alright, love. Can you stand?”, Wriothesley asked and reached his hands out for Lyney. He took them and stood slowly, only for Wriothesley to catch him when his knees buckled.

“Already weak on your knees and you haven't even gotten to come yet”, Wriothesley murmured as he helped Lyney straighten. He gave him a pitiful look before Wriothesley moved to his back. “I know. I won't last long at all during this second round”, he said and laughed sheepishly.

“You never last long, dearest”, Neuvillette threw in helpfully. Lyney made a small offended sound, which Wriothesley quickly soothed by pressing a kiss to his neck. “Don't act so feisty now”, Wriothesley said in amusement. His hands moved to Lyney’s back, to finally start undoing the laces of his corset. “He’s right after all.”

“Can you put your mouth to some actual use instead of teasing me?”, Lyney grumbled. He made a surprised sound a moment later when Wriothesley bit his shoulder through the thin blouse he wore. At least this seemed to shut him up. Wriothesley kept kissing and sucking along Lyney’s neck while he slowly loosened his corset. Helping him out of it somehow felt more intimate than helping him out of the rest of his clothing, and he knew that Lyney felt the same. He loved being tied into his corset, as much as he loved them helping him remove it again.

When Wriothesley was finally done, it fell to the ground unceremoniously. Lyney stepped out of it and then turned around to face him. He raised his hands without Wriothesley having to ask, and he helped him out of his blouse a moment later. He briefly luxuriated in the feeling of Lyney’s smooth skin against his own. He let his hands run down his sides before hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down.

Wriothesley looked down his body to find his cock flushed an almost angry red, still hard, Neuvillette's hydro seal pulsing around it. “You’ve kept it on him this whole time?”, Wriothesley asked Neuvillette in amusement. Neuvillette didn't react or even smile in reply, but Wriothesley could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. Perhaps they were rubbing off on him. “Poor kitty cat. You must be desperate for some relief.”

“You have no idea”, Lyney sighed. He wrapped his arms around Wriothesley's neck and pressed his heated naked body against him. “Are you going to do something about it?”, Lyney asked sweetly, a smile playing around his lips.

“Hm, no”, Wriothesley mumbled and leaned down to steal a brief kiss from the younger man. “But Neuvillette can”, he said against his lips.

“So you haven't forgotten about me”, Neuvillette said in amusement.

“Of course not, darling”, Wriothesley said and looked over at him, a smirk readily on his lips. He gave Lyney’s ass a light slap to get him to move onto the couch again. The way he startled and his cheeks turned red filled him with a primal sort of satisfaction.

Lyney climbed on top of Neuvillette with ease. He straddled his stomach and leaned down to kiss the older man. It gave Wriothesley a perfect view of his ass, the puffy, pink hole still leaking a bit of pearly white release. Neuvillette certainly hadn't held back with him. While they were distracted with each other, he took the chance to take off his coat, unbutton his shirt and remove his boots and pants. Just watching them had gotten the blood in his body to rush downwards. Wriothesley palmed his dick through his underwear, enjoying the view a moment longer before he removed his briefs and got onto the couch too.

Neuvillette pulled away from the kiss with a soft sound when Wriothesley pushed his way between his legs. “Wriothesley?”, he asked softly, not that they could see each other. Lyney made it impossible, especially when he sat up and moved further up Neuvillette’s body.

“You sound nervous, darling”, Wriothesley said. He pushed forward against him, so his length rested between Neuvillette's. “If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to take the reins today. Let me fuck your ass while Lyney fucks your mouth. Well, at least until he comes.”

Lyney cast a look over his shoulder and huffed. “You’re making it sound like that won't take long at all.”

“You said yourself that you won't last long, sweetheart.”

Lyney sighed but fell quiet, as if he had nothing left to say to defend himself with. Wriothesley made it a point to lean forward and look past Lyney, down to catch Neuvillette’s gaze. He looked uncharacteristically nervous.

“If you aren't comfortable with that, I will simply ride you”, Wriothesley offered and smiled down at the older man. They hadn't done it like this yet after all, and he wasn't entirely sure whether Neuvillette was the kind of person who liked taking a dick up his ass.

But Neuvillette nodded after a moment and returned his smile. “You will have to prepare me a little more than you would Lyney”, he said evenly. “I’m not used to being in this position outside of my heat cycles. It has been quite a while.”

“Ah, that’s fine, love. Help me out with some hydro, hm?” Wriothesley moved back again when some viscous hydro coated his hand after a moment. He leaned towards Neuvillette's crotch, starting to mouth along one of his lengths at the same time as he moved his hydro-slick hand between his legs. Already he could hear Neuvillette moan softly when he wrapped his lips around his length, and that was even before he rubbed his thumb over his rim.

Neuvillette’s first tentative sounds were quickly muffled when Lyney properly straddled his chest. Wriothesley couldn't see the way Neuvillette must have opened his mouth for Lyney’s dick, but he could see Lyney move, his head tipping back in enjoyment as a breathless, relieved moan fell from his lips.

“Oh gods. I’m gonna come so fast”, Lyney announced as he started lazily fucking Neuvillette's mouth. Wriothesley could only smile to himself, his own mouth occupied. He started slowly bobbing his head while he inserted his first finger into Neuvillette. He took his sweet time pushing it in up to the second knuckle, curling it upwards, pressing into Neuvillette's walls. Neuvillette was tight around him, surprisingly wet, and hot. Wriothesley couldn't wait to feel him on his dick. It would be a first; they hadn't done it like that yet.

Soon the small room was filled with their sounds. Lyney’s moans, loud and free, stood in juxtaposition to Neuvillette's quiet, muffled sounds. Mixed in with sighs and gasps and moans were the slick sounds of Lyney fucking Neuvillette's mouth and Wriothesley sucking him off and fingering him at the same time. At some point Wriothesley had raised his other hand between Neuvillette's legs to finger his slit at the same time as his ass. It took some manoeuvring to be able to fill both of Neuvillette's holes at the same time, four fingers in total fucking him open and readying him for Wriothesley’s length.

Not even five minutes had passed when Lyney’s sounds finally crescendoed. Wriothesley was surprised it had even taken this long. His voice rose and he cried out when he finally came. Wriothesley watched him through lidded eyes, wishing he could have seen his face as he bucked forward, thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth a few more times just to draw out his release. Only then did Wriothesley pull off Neuvillette's dick and remove his fingers at the same time.

Wriothesley was quick to wrap his arms around Lyney’s waist and pull him down Neuvillette's body, against himself. Lyney slumped back against him when he made him sit on Neuvillette's lap, still desperately trying to catch his breath. Wriothesley could look over his shoulder now towards their lover. His eyes trailed over Neuvillette’s fair face, taking in his flushed cheeks, his glassy, glowing eyes and the swollen, wet lips. He looked so pretty like this, reduced to something so strikingly human in his pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you”, Wriothesley said darkly to Neuvillette. “While Lyney takes you up his ass. Can you do that?” He whispered that question into Lyney’s ear, though he was sure Neuvillette had heard. It elicited a shiver from the younger man.

“I- I think it's too soon”, Lyney mumbled and bit his lip. “I don't think I can… do that today. Not after he denied my orgasm for so long.”

Wriothesley hummed. He pressed a kiss under Lyney’s ear and thoroughly enjoyed the way it made him tremble briefly. “That’s okay. You’re a good boy after all”, Wriothesley murmured comfortingly. “How about you sit on them? Keep them warm for Neuvillette while I fuck him.”

Neuvillette let out a shuddering breath beneath them, the only sign that he was hanging on their lips. Lyney had gone still before looking back over his shoulder at him. “Both of them?”, he asked, a touch incredulously. Wriothesley thought he could make out some excitement in his eyes, though.

“You’ve done it before”, Neuvillette reminded him.

“And I wasn't there to see it”, Wriothesley added.

Lyney huffed before turning away again, looking down at Neuvillette instead. He hesitated for a brief moment before leaning forward slightly. He raised his hips over Neuvillette’s and reached behind himself to grab one of his lengths. Wriothesley watched him in silence, utterly transfixed as he pushed it against his rim. The pointed tip caught with ease, sliding an inch or two in without much trouble. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped both of his lovers.

Lyney’s fingers trembled slightly when he grabbed Neuvillette’s second dick. He lined it up alongside the other one, the tip once again breaching his rim with surprising ease. Lyney’s lips fell open around a silent moan and a full-bodied shudder wrecked him as he slowly lowered his hips onto both dicks.

Wriothesley had put his hands on Lyney’s waist at some point, holding him steady. He kissed along his neck and shoulder, all the while watching Neuvillette too. His pupils were blown wide in pleasure, his cheeks a stunning pink. He visibly strained his arms against the hold of the handcuffs, as if yearning to grab Lyney and pull him down onto his dicks himself.

“Such a good boy, isn't he?”, Wriothesley said darkly to Neuvillette when Lyney finally sat down fully. His back arched even as he’d once again leaned heavily against Wriothesley's chest, panting heavily. “Oh, the sweetest”, Neuvillette praised, even if he also sounded just slightly out of breath. “You take me so well, love. You were made for me.”

Lyney groaned softly before slumping forward, properly laying down on top of him. He buried his face against his neck and sighed. “Gods, that feels so good. I’m so full”, his muffled voice sounded. “I'm just gonna… lay like this for a bit.”

Wriothesley laughed at his voice, the so obviously cock-drunk words. He soothingly rubbed over Lyney’s back, still smiling. “Do that, sweetheart. I’ll finally give Neuvi some proper attention in the meantime.”

“Or yourself”, Neuvillette said mildly. As unbothered as usual. As if he didn't have the most beautiful man seated on his cocks, as if Wriothesley hadn't fingered both of his holes just two minutes ago, as if he wasn't pumping his dick with whatever hydro remained on his hand to slick it up a little. Neuvillette watched him closely, patiently, and Wriothesley would have thought him unaffected by it all had he not seen his tongue suddenly dart out to lick over his lips.

“Like the view? Or are you nervous?”, Wriothesley asked, grinning. He finally lined himself up with Neuvillette, though for the moment he only teased him. Prodding against his rim, nudging the tip against the base of Neuvillette's dicks where they emerged from his slit.

Neuvillette shuddered beneath him. Lyney moaned when he shifted inside of him because of it.

“Why can't it be both?”, Neuvillette shot back at him. His voice was as firm and commanding as usual. It took Wriothesley a moment not to tuck his head in and fold at it. He’d gotten very used to submitting to Neuvillette's whims.

He hummed and leaned forward. Over both his lovers, pressing his chest flush against Lyney’s backside, squeezing him between them so he could lean down and kiss Neuvillette. If Neuvillette was surprised, he didn't show it. He readily kissed him back, but Wriothesley wondered whether he imagined the older man relaxing slightly or not.

“There’s no need to be nervous”, he whispered against Neuvillette's lips. “I’ll take good care of you. Are you ready?”

Neuvillette watched him through heavily lidded, faintly glowing eyes before he nodded. Wriothesley smiled and grabbed his dick a little more firmly before guiding it back down to Neuvillette's hole. He pressed gently, yet firmly against it, groaning when it slipped into Neuvillette's tight heat.

Wriothesley watched as Neuvillette's usually stoic face contorted in pleasure. He’d squeezed his eyes shut, his head tipped back as Wriothesley slowly pushed his way into him with gentle thrusts. He rocked Neuvillette's body with it, who bucked into Lyney in turn. Wriothesley wasn't sure what sounded more beautiful: Lyney’s high-pitched, slightly overwhelmed sounds of pleasure, or Neuvillette’s first soft, tentative moans as he was split open.

Wriothesley closed his eyes in enjoyment when he finally bottomed out. Neuvillette was tight around him. Neither as tight or hot as Lyney, but surprisingly slick. For a brief moment, silence settled over the small room, only broken by their quickened breathing. Wriothesley let his hands run up over Lyney’s sides, before moving his hands down to stroke along Neuvillette’s body instead.

He could tell that they liked the gentle, leisurely touch. Lyney, a shiver running down his spine beneath him. Neuvillette, sighing contently as Wriothesley touched him. He kissed them both, first one, then the other, and then Wriothesley finally started moving.

He rocked into Neuvillette slowly at first, getting him accustomed to his size with each slide of his cock into his twitching, clenching asshole. Wriothesley forced him open, molding him after his exact shape. And Neuvillette liked it, if his soft moans were anything to go off of. Neuvillette, who he’d only ever seen in a dominant role before, only lying on his back like this if one of them was riding him. Neuvillette, cuffed and as helpless as someone like him could be. Neuvillette with his red cheeks, his mouth open in pleasure, his rhinophores glowing brightly as they always did when he finally let go.

Lyney remained stuck between them, moving involuntarily as Wriothesley fucked into Neuvillette. He’d calmed a little compared to earlier and it helped that Neuvillette wasn't actively fucking him. But he spread him open with both of his dicks, he bucked into him, rolling his hips as he moved in time with Wriothesley's thrusts. It kept Lyney on edge, aroused enough to make small, frustrated sounds. He buried his face against Neuvillette's shoulder, one of his hands clinging onto Neuvillette's arm, the other reaching back to grapple at Wriothesley's hip.

“Lyney, my love, you feel so good”, Neuvillette sighed, turning his head to press his face into Lyney's soft locks, his braid long having come undone. He scrunched his brows, moaning louder than before when Wriothesley fucked into him just right. Wriothesley made a soft sound of surprise.

“Someone's got a sweet spot”, Wriothesley commented, a teasing smirk on his lips. He pulled back slightly, straightening. He put his hands onto Neuvillette's hips, easily lifting him into his lap to fuck deeper into him. Both Lyney and Neuvillette moaned at the change in position.

Neuvillette cursed uncharacteristically when Wriothesley experimentally snapped his hips into him. He jerked, hard, and Lyney cried out when it made him thrust up into him.

They were continuously riling each other up. Wriothesley picked up his pace, fucking into Neuvillette harder, faster, rougher when it became clear just how much he liked it. Each hard thrust rocked his body, making him fuck into Lyney, who was slowly but surely starting to lose it at all the pleasure. And Wriothesley had a front row seat to their lustful sounds, their pleasure stricken faces, the incoherent cries for mercy, for a break, for more, for more, for more.

The situation escalated when Wriothesley pulled Lyney up into a kneeling position. When he wrapped both arms tightly around him, one hand covering his throat, and made him ride Neuvillette at the same time as he fucked into him. Lyney started blabbering, his moans loud and free as he lifted him off of Neuvillette's lengths only to drop him down, again and again. He didn't move on his own, too weak, too far gone in his pleasure to even hold himself up. The sight was intoxicating, for both Wriothesley and Neuvillette. Neuvillette, who watched them, utterly transfixed, his pupils blown wide in pleasure. He strained beneath them, clearly yearning to be free of the cuffs and reach out for them.

“Wriothesley, I need to–”, he started breathlessly, before interrupting himself with a hearty moan when Wriothesley bottomed out and dropped Lyney fully onto his dicks at the same time. “Fuck.”

Wriothesley laughed, because how couldn't he? He’d seen Neuvillette get lost in pleasure before. He’d bend them over and fuck them into incoherency. He’d lose his control over his appearance, his rhinophores starting to glow, whatever spell kept his scales and tail hidden crumbling away. It happened now. Patches of blue scales started to show on his chest, his stomach, his thighs where he spread them for Wriothesley. His canines elongated into a dragon's fangs. When Wriothesley lifted Lyney off of Neuvillette's lengths again, he found them glowing a pearlescent blue before he dropped Lyney again, hiding the glow away.

It all happened so fast that neither Wriothesley, nor Lyney could react. (Though, realistically, Lyney was too far gone to hardly notice Neuvillette’s change happening anyway.) Wriothesley could do nothing when Neuvillette once again strained beneath them and he pulled apart the chains linking the handcuffs on his wrists as if they were made of tissue and not metal.

Wriothesley’s breath hitched when Neuvillette’s hands were all over both him and Lyney immediately. Rubbing up his thigh, his claws scratching along his skin. Pressing against the bulge he produced in Lyney’s stomach and coaxing an elongated moan out of him. Wriothesley had slowed his pace a little, distracted as he’d been, but it was all catching up to him now. He could feel his knot starting to grow, and he was hardly coherent enough himself to wonder whether Neuvillette would want it (or would be able to take it) but he started ramming into him again anyway.

Neuvillette moaned heartily at it. His brows furrowed, grimacing in his confusion of whether to lean into the pleasure or his draconic instincts. Wriothesley bared his teeth at him, dropping Lyney into his lap in favor of reaching forward with one arm to pin Neuvillette down by his throat. Neuvillette’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned, and that easily a fight for dominance was avoided. He settled for rolling his hips against him, fucking into Lyney with the movement, and if that wasn’t one hot fucking sight.

Lyney was the first to come. So hard that Wriothesley feared he’d pass straight out. He was still holding him in place with one arm and it was a good thing he did, because Lyney twitched and jerked so hard on top of Neuvillette that he might have fallen off of him. He was squirming, moaning, crying as his pleasure overwhelmed him, and that was even before Neuvillette muttered a frantic, “Oh dear, oh no.”

Wriothesley didn’t know what he meant. He thought it was because Lyney must be so tight, squeezing down hard on him, massaging his lengths. Neuvillette suddenly pulled Lyney forward, out of his grasp, making him lie on him. And maybe that was for the better, so Wriothesley could chase his orgasm, and bring Neuvillette there too.

He braced himself on Lyney’s back and delivered a last couple rough thrusts to Neuvillette’s asshole, forcing himself through his tightening and clenching walls. Wriothesley wasn’t going to knot him. He was sane enough despite his instincts yelling at him to do it to remember not to. That Neuvillette never had before. But Neuvillette suddenly rolled his hips hard against him, at the same time as Wriothesley rammed forwards, and he could do nothing when his knot slipped past Neuvillette’s tight rim and locked them in place.

Wriothesley groaned hoarsely and came immediately. His legs tensed, jerking slightly from the intensity of it, his nails digging into Lyney’s skin. He bucked into Neuvillette a few more times to draw out his orgasm as he pumped him full and then, only then, did Neuvillette finally follow suit.

Neuvillette was so delightfully loud when he was on the receiving end of things. What a surprising discovery.

Except, that wasn’t it, but Wriothesley needed a minute to realize why. He was too drunk on the pleasure, his ears ringing, his head blessedly empty. He only saw Neuvillette’s pleasure-stricken face. He heard his moans and groans, more high-pitched than usual. All of it as if from far away. He noticed that Lyney was crying out again too, but he didn’t realize why.

A part of Wriothesley’s brain that was more instinctive and animalistic than anything else noted Lyney’s distress at least. It made him lean down, covering him, wrapping his arms protectively around him. He peppered kisses over Lyney’s shoulder and neck, and that’s when he realized that Neuvillette was trying to soothe him too. Whispered I’m so sorry’s and you did so well’s and quiet shushing and gentle caresses, even if Neuvillette looked like a mess himself.

Wriothesley groaned. Squeezed his eyes shut. Shook his head. Tried to push the wolf away and welcome in coherent thought again.

When he opened his eyes, Wriothesley moved back a little again. Just enough to look down at Lyney and Neuvillette. “You both did so well”, he said gently. “Are you in pain, Neuvi? I wouldn’t have– I’m sorry, taking my knot can’t be comfortable after not doing it like this in a while.”

Neuvillette’s eyes settled on him and he gave him a small, tired smile. “I’m quite alright, dearest”, Neuvillette reassured him softly. “I’m not made of paper. I felt very good. Good enough to lose control, and… Poor Lyney is the one who has to deal with it.”

Lyney grumbled his exhaustion. Wriothesley dared to cast a questioning look at him and then back at Neuvillette. He watched as Neuvillette’s cheeks darkened again. They had only just started returning to their natural shade after his orgasm.

“He tried to breed me again”, Lyney mumbled into Neuvillette’s neck, where he’d tucked away his face. His words were slurred. Wriothesley was going to say that he also did that all the time, but then he thought about what that meant in relation to Neuvillette. Understanding dawned on him.

“Just how many eggs do you produce on a regular basis?”, Wriothesley asked incredulously.

Neuvillette blushed. “It only was two this time at least”, he said sheepishly. A much more manageable number of eggs, as it turns out. Especially when the person with the eggs up his ass was very intent on sleeping off his exhaustion. Neuvillette reassured him that he could once they’d been removed. Lyney grumbled some more about it.

Tied together as Wriothesley and Neuvillette were, he did most of the work. He simply could do more from his angle. Wriothesley sat up and gently helped Lyney move off of Neuvillette's dicks, while Neuvillette cradled him gently to his chest. The first egg came easily, practically as soon as Neuvillette slipped out of Lyney’s hole. Wriothesley admired its pretty light blue coloring, covered in Neuvillette's pearlescent spend. When Wriothesley grabbed the egg and put it aside, he noticed how sticky the slick covering it was. No wonder Neuvillette wanted it out of Lyney. Surely it was acting like some sort of glue to keep it inside, which they obviously didn't have the anatomy for to accommodate.

It took some more work to dig the second egg out of Lyney, some pressing from him too that Wriothesley tried not to let get to his head. But after a minute he was done, could put the eggs down on the floor beside the couch and finally cuddle up with his partners again. Lyney had passed straight out now that it was over.

He watched Neuvillette watch Lyney. There was such an odd, soft look in his eyes. He couldn't begin to try to decipher it, and Wriothesley thought that he could read people quite well.

“Darling”, he whispered to get his attention. It took a moment before Neuvillette teared his eyes away from their younger partner. “Are you alright?”

Neuvillette’s features softened. “I didn't mean to do that”, he said quietly. “Not now. Not anytime soon, if I could help it. Not after what happened last time and how I saw him act.”

Wriothesley sighed softly when he saw the guilt show so clearly in Neuvillette's eyes. He wanted to comfort him, wanted to get closer and cradle him to his chest. Wriothesley moved a little, nudging Neuvillette until he moved against the backrest enough so he could get down beside him. Their legs still tangled, they would still be connected a while longer, and it truthfully wasn't the most comfortable position. But like this he could press against Neuvillette's side and wrap his arms around both him and Lyney.

“We need to talk about it. All of it”, Wriothesley said softly. “Not just the whole… egg thing. The possibilities behind it. You need to tell us more about your… biology, how it works. We need to talk about our positions and responsibilities. Well, at least Lyney, with the Fatui. Perhaps me too. Whether I can be away from the Fortress a little more. We need to talk about our relationship, and going public with it eventually, and…”

Wriothesley trailed off when Neuvillette let out a shaky breath and pressed his face against Wriothesley's shoulder. “Terrifying prospects”, Neuvillette said quietly.

“Terrific, you mean.”

“I know what I said, and so do you.”

Wriothesley huffed a soft laugh. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Neuvillette's temple. “The Iudex. The hydro dragon sovereign. Powerful enough to stop a nation’s demise, yet scared at the prospect of dealing with the public’s opinion.”

“I might be powerful, but I’m not above being afraid that my mates will leave me once they realize what a hassle it is to be with me.”

Wriothesley’s smile dropped. He tightened his arms, gently shushed Lyney when he made a soft, confused sound when he roused him accidentally. A part of him wished Lyney would wake up so they could talk about this together, but he needed his rest. They'd been a little too demanding of him today. Wriothesley couldn't wait to go back home to pamper him properly.

He rested his head against Neuvillette's and sighed. “We all have our fears, don't we”, Wriothesley mumbled softly. “But I don't think being with you is a hassle. I’m not so easily deterred, Neuvillette. Neither is Lyney.”

“Perhaps not”, Neuvillette said quietly, but there was a certain tone to his voice that suggested he still had his doubts. Wriothesley wondered what he was thinking about. He wanted to ease his worries so badly.

Wriothesley propped himself up enough so he could lean in and gently connect their lips. Neuvillette's eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed against him a little. Wriothesley could give him this at the least. A distraction. Comfort. The knowledge that he loved him. He whispered it into the kiss, ever so often, as if sharing a secret with him. 

Lyney ended up waking again while they were still at it, kissing all so lovingly. Enough time had passed for Wriothesley’s knot to go down so he could finally slip out of Neuvillette's hole.

“Mmm… You’re making out without me”, Lyney mumbled tiredly, the pout audible in his voice. Wriothesley pulled away from Neuvillette's lips just in time to catch Lyney yawning and rubbing over his eyes. It was an adorable sight. He promptly leaned in and stole a kiss from him, coaxing a surprised sound of him before he kissed Wriothesley back. Their kiss was - very rudely - interrupted when Neuvillette put his hand on Wriothesley's chin and gently, but firmly pushed him away enough so he could take his place. Wriothesley huffed, but watched fondly as Neuvillette kissed Lyney.

He finally sat up on the couch, taking care not to fall off from the precarious position. It was a small thing. How they hadn't accidentally tumbled off during the sex was beyond him.

It took a minute or two before Neuvillette and Lyney finally managed to part. Wriothesley gently rubbed over Lyney’s lower back all the while. He seemed barely strong enough to prop himself up, and he heavily leaned against Neuvillette when he finally sat up with him in his lap.

“Did you like it?”, Wriothesley asked Lyney gently. He moved his hand up to his neck and gently scratched at his nape like he would with a cat. The effect it had was nearly identical. Lyney looked like he was dangerously close to purring.

“Mhm”, he hummed in answer and easily leaned further into his touch. Neuvillette chuckled softly at it and pressed another kiss to Lyney's temple.

“Did you?”, Wriothesley asked him. Neuvillette’s eyes darted to him and he smiled sheepishly. “Well… While I will readily admit that I still have my preferences, I… quite enjoyed it. You’re a good lover, Wriothesley. But I knew that already”, he said quietly.

“A very diplomatic answer”, Lyney said, smiling, even with his eyes still closed. “It’s okay, Wrio. I love when you fuck me silly enough to make up for Neuvillette's lack of enthusiasm.” They both laughed at it. Wriothesley certainly more so than Neuvillette, but Neuvillette was still grinning broadly.

“Trust me, I will be enthusiastic enough about it once my heat cycle comes around”, Neuvillette huffed. He gave them no chance to ask, though, before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to both of their cheeks. “Alright, how about we get dressed, hm? We should move this to somewhere more comfortable. Wriothesley also suggested that we talk about a few things, Lyney.”

“We don't have to do so now”, Wriothesley reminded him gently, though he did finally move off of the couch. He stretched lazily before walking to Lyney’s vanity to grab some tissues from there. “I merely said that we need to, at some point. I’m sure Lyney would also appreciate being a bit more coherent for it than he is now.”

Lyney sniffed but he said nothing against his words. Wriothesley helped him move off of Neuvillette's lap and then knelt in front of the couch while he gently wiped him clean. He cleaned Neuvillette up next, and then finally removed the broken handcuffs from his wrists. Wriothesley kissed both of Neuvillette’s pulse points before he could think to apologize.

They finally got presentable again. Lyney with a lot of help from them both, but even Neuvillette needed a moment before his legs would carry him again. Lyney was a mess, though. Yawning the whole while, relying on one of them to hold him up a little while the other helped him into his pants and tied him into his corset. Wriothesley brushed his hair once he was dressed and Neuvillette braided it for him with deft fingers. It said a lot about the trust Lyney had for both of them, that they could put him into such a state and he felt safe enough with them to help him through it.

They cleaned up the room, aired it out briefly because Lyney insisted that he would be a dead man should Lynette find it reeking of sex the next time she came here. They finally left once that was done. Wriothesley and Neuvillette held Lyney between them, both of them having wrapped an arm around his waist. Lyney was limping, and he was clearly tired, but he at least looked presentable again.

Still, Wriothesley knew that walking together like this might… send a message. He worried about it briefly before they left the opera, but Lyney seemed unbothered about it and Neuvillette… If anything, Neuvillette only held Lyney tighter as they walked outside. They passed two melusines who readily greeted them as they walked to the back of the Opera Epiclese to head down to the Fortress. Nobody else was around to see them, but Wriothesley still worried.

They had kept their relationship a secret so far. They hadn’t met in public like this before, unless for what were “business dinners”, on the outside at least. Walking arm in arm with his partners in the sunshine was scary. It was exhilarating. Wriothesley wasn’t sure whether it was anxiety or excitement that made his heart skip a beat.

“I love you both”, Wriothesley said softly as they walked across the bridge towards the Fortress’s entrance. His voice was drowned out by the waterfalls beneath them, but Lyney and Neuvillette could still hear him. Lyney looked up at him, bright and beautiful and it squeezed Wriothesley’s heart and wow, he actually was his. They both were. What a ridiculous thought, what an unbelievable reality he lived in.

“I love you too, chéri”, Lyney announced readily and leaned his head against his shoulder.

“We both do”, Neuvillette said gently. He leaned in and pressed a chaste peck to Wriothesley’s cheek and– Fuck, he was actually going to be sentimental over this.

Wriothesley stopped walking. Just briefly. He only wanted to enjoy this moment for a few more seconds. Of the three of them, side by side, arm in arm, for the whole world to see should it choose to look. Wriothesley was a possessive man. They had both complained and teased him about the amount of marks he tended to leave on them. He knew what people thought and said about the Iudex and the Great Magician. Wriothesley wanted to rub it into their faces that they were his. He wanted to yell it into the world that they belonged to him, and he belonged to them.

For now, this was enough. Lyney grinning knowingly at him, Neuvillette moving his arm from around Lyney’s waist to put his hand onto the small of his back.

Wriothesley sighed but smiled at them. He leaned over, pressed a kiss to the crown of Lyney’s head and one onto the corner of Neuvillette’s mouth, and only then did he keep walking. This was enough for now. It was more than enough.

And if someone witnessed their happiness – then so be it. They would figure it out once they got there.