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The dry, dust-laden winds blowing through Caravan Ribbat did nothing to soothe the persistent throb behind your temples. Sitting on a wooden crate near the edge of the outpost, you pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders, trying to shield yourself from the harsh desert glare. Your stomach let out a demanding growl—probably the fourth in the last hour—but you ignored it, gently waving away a mercenary from the Corps of Thirty who tried to offer you a meager bowl of grain.
“Give it to the family near the merchant stalls,” you said, your voice raspy from the dry air. “They have children with them. I can wait for the next ration cycle.”
She frowned. “That’s what you said yesterday.”
A quaint smile touched your lips. “Because someone else needs it more than I do.”
The mercenary grumbled something about cityfolk with foolish savior complexes before shuffling off to the next group over. You couldn’t even refute her words if you tried.
You were a professor of the Sumeru Akademiya, a woman of intellect and high station, yet out here, none of that mattered. When Lesser Lord Kusanali ordered the mass evacuation of Sumeru City and the rainforest due to the sudden, catastrophic corruption of Irminsul, you were swept away with the rest of the populace. But a decree of that gravity did not come without a price. The citizens were in a perpetual state of unrest, the Corps of Thirty was stretched thin, and there was the impending danger of food running out before the Dendro Archon could resolve the anomaly within the world tree.
Desperate to help make things easier for the people in your vicinity, you’d decline every single meal the mercenaries would offer. Instead, you strictly rationed a handful of Zaytun peaches you had managed to forage when your group first fled the borders of the rainforest. You even gave up your comfortable cot inside the main barracks to an elderly couple, casually lying to the medics that your so-called scholarly insomnia would keep you awake anyway.
However, the truth was much less complicated, and much more embarrassing to admit aloud. You couldn’t sleep because, for the first time in years, your lovers weren’t by your side.
Living under the same roof as Alhaitham and Kaveh meant navigating a constant storm of clashing ideals. One was cold, fiercely pragmatic and calculated; the other was a bleeding heart, an idealist who wore his emotions on his sleeve. They were two hotheaded forces of nature, and you were the grounding wire that kept the house from tearing itself apart.
But for all their bickering, they found common ground in you.
Your lovers doted on you to a fault. In fact, they had an unspoken, fiercely protective rule that you were never to be left alone. If Alhaitham was buried in his duties as a Scribe, Kaveh was by your side, making sure you ate your fill and dragooned you into walks through the Grand Bazaar. If Kaveh was away at a construction site, Alhaitham was there, silently reading on the divan next to you, his foot hooked over your ankle just to maintain contact.
Through the years, you had been utterly, unapologetically spoiled rotten by their devotion, and now, the abrupt separation was something you had a difficult time navigating.
Logically, you understood exactly why they weren’t here. While the rest of the city fled to the desert, Alhaitham and Kaveh had been summoned to the Temple of Silence, where the grand sages of the Akademiya and the rest of Sumeru’s protectors had reached a desperate conclusion. If they could not save Irminsul, they would have to anchor Teyvat’s leylines onto an entirely different yet ancient system known as the Aaru.
They needed Alhaitham’s flawless memory, since he had meticulously read and memorized its ancient manuals, and it required Kaveh’s unparalleled engineering genius to physically manipulate and oversee the volatile revival of such a massive machine. It was a task practically tailor-made for your lovers, but knowing that did not stop the bitter taste of helplessness in your mouth.
Your own area of expertise as a professor did not touch the esoteric mechanisms of King Deshret’s civilization. For all the accolades you had to your name, you were useless to them right now. You couldn’t offer to help; you would only be a distraction, a liability when the very existence of Sumeru itself was on the brink of collapse.
“Did you hear? Some merchants tried to head back toward Gandharva Ville,” a strained whisper passed between a group of evacuees nearby, snapping you out of your thoughts. “They say Lesser Lord Kusanali was just being overtly cautious. There’s nothing wrong with the city!”
“Quiet, you fool,” another snapped. “Do you really want to risk dying like that?”
Doubt, fear, and restlessness were spreading through Caravan Ribbat like wildfire. People were panicked, cooped up in an unfamiliar, harsh environment, whispering conspiracies amongst each other. You closed your eyes, tuning out their voices as you recalled some advice Kaveh once imparted for times when your mind was too loud.
Think of the last time you were happy. That’ll help you look forward to feeling it again. Help you feel a bit more grounded.
Breathing in the dry air, you let your mind drift back to a rare, miraculous weekend where all three of your schedules had perfectly aligned. No lectures, no administrative duties, and no demanding architectural clients.
Just the three of you, tucked inside the quiet sanctuary of your home.
The morning had started with a cleaning frenzy. Kaveh was aggressively sweeping the living room while loudly lecturing Alhaitham about leaving his reference books scattered like stepping stones across the floor. On the other hand, Alhaitham merely turned a page with a smirk he knew would rile the architect up. You had ended up confiscating Kaveh’s broom and Alhaitham’s book, pulling them both into the kitchen by their collars to channel that stubborn energy into making lunch.
Cooking together had been more of a controlled disaster. Kaveh was meticulously plating a salad like a work of art, while Alhaitham chopped meat with startling precision, occasionally leaning over to press a brief kiss to the crown of your head whenever you walked past him. There was a constant undercurrent of bickering—over how much spice to use, who was taking up too much counter space—but it was laced with a kind of domestic warmth that made your heart swell.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, the heat had grown stifling, prompting Kaveh to draw a massive, steaming bath in the washroom. It was supposed to be a relaxing wind-down, but with the three of you crowded into the warm water, slick with fragrant oils, you should have known better.
You still remembered the feeling of Alhaitham’s strong hands gripping your hips from behind, his deep voice murmuring possessive praises into your ear. Kaveh had been right in front of you then, eyes dark with a fierce, burning adoration as he captured your mouth, lithe fingers tangling in your damp hair. The bath had quickly devolved into a blur of breathless sighs, and a slow, consuming passion that left all three of you completely undone. Your lovers had taken turns worshiping your body, their clashing personalities melting into a synchronized rhythm to ensure you felt entirely, completely consumed by them.
Afterward, utterly exhausted and thoroughly loved, they had carried your pliant body to the bed. The rest of the late afternoon was spent lounging in the tangled bedsheets and basking in each other’s warmth. Alhaitham’s heavy arm had been draped over your waist, his face buried in your neck, while Kaveh held your hand tightly against his chest until the sun dipped below the horizon.
Now that same sun was setting across the desert, painting the sky in shades of amber and bruised violet, but neither of your lovers were by your side. The warmth of the memory began to fizzle out, leaving you shivering as the temperature began its rapid nightly plunge. You squeezed your eyes shut against the stinging threat of tears, pulling your knees tightly against your chest on that lonely wooden crate.
Please be safe, you prayed.
Please, Haitham. Please, Kaveh.
…
Though your days had been a blur of endless dust and cold desert nights, the crisis did eventually break.
Thanks to the efforts of the Dendro Archon and the successfully awakened Aaru, the catastrophe had been rightfully dealt with. Irminsul burned for seven days and seven nights, but with the ancient precursor system fully operational and stabilizing the leylines, the evacuation order was finally lifted.
The journey back from the desert was a chaotic exodus. Displaced citizens flooded back through the gates of Sumeru City in an overwhelming sea of tears, laughter, and heavy baggage. Your eyes scanned the crowds, heart beating hummingbird-fast in your ribs. You hadn’t slept, you hadn’t properly eaten, and the sheer desperation of missing them had grown into a palpable ache in your chest, a terrifying certainty that you would simply wither away if you didn’t see them now.
But your lovers had a habit of always showing up exactly when you needed them most.
Striding past the entrance to Treasures Street, looking just as exhausted and road-weary as the day they left, were the two people you’ve wanted to see more than anyone in the world.
A choked sob left your throat. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t even care about your status as a respected member of the Akedemiya faculty, or the dozens of eyes that might be watching. You simply ran.
“Haitham! Kaveh!”
Alhaitham’s eyes snapped toward the sound of your voice, widening in rare surprise just an instant before your body collided with his. You practically leaped into his arms, your hands locking around his neck as your face buried into the crook of his shoulder. He caught you instantly, his powerful arms wrapping around your lower back to hoist you up, anchoring you against his chest with a sudden, fierce possessiveness that nearly cracked your ribs.
The tears you had held back in the desert finally ruining his dark shirt. “You’re back... you’re actually back,” you wept, your whole body trembling with sheer, unadulterated relief.
“I’ve got you. We’re here,” Alhaitham murmured into your hair, his voice rough with an uncharacteristic edge of emotion. He held you so tight there wasn’t a breath of air between you.
“Oh, by the Archons, look at you!” Kaveh’s voice broke into a frantic, tearful panic right beside you. His hands immediately found your face, your shoulders, his lithe fingers trembling as he took in your disheveled appearance. He noticed the slight hollows of your cheeks, the faint dark circles under your eyes. “What happened? You look like a mess! I was going completely out of my mind thinking about you out there all alone!”
Despite his lecturing tone, Kaveh was crying too, his eyes red-rimmed as he leaned in to press his forehead against yours, his hands cupping your jawline as if to ensure you weren’t a mirage.
Alhaitham let out a soft rumble of a laugh—a sound so rare and incredibly tender it made your heart ache. He slowly slid you down his body until your feet touched the cobblestone, though he kept his arms securely locked around your waist, refusing to let you go even an inch.
Leaning down, Alhaitham caught your chin. He gently tilted your face up, using his thumb to brush away the hot tears streaming down your face. With a gentleness saved exclusively for you, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before finally capturing your lips in a deep, reassuring kiss that tasted of home and shared survival.
When he finally pulled back, a breathtakingly genuine smile graced his handsome features.
“We’re home, prana,” Alhaitham whispered as Kaveh wrapped his arms around both of you from the side, burying his face in your neck with a shuddering sigh as the latter added:
“And we are never, ever leaving you behind again.”
…
Your home had never felt as sacred as it did now.
The moment the heavy timber door clicked shut behind you, locking out the noise of a recovering Sumeru City, the frantic energy of the streets finally evaporated. Your first order of business was to clean all the muck and grime you all have accumulated in the desert.
The bath your lovers drew was a long, unhurried affair. It was meant to be a practical cleansing but it quickly became an intimate confessional. Crowded together in the rising steam as the scent of fresh padisarah oil filled the room, you each let out all the anecdotes of the past few weeks.
You told them about the more stubborn cityfolk who went against Lesser Lord Kusanali’s orders, how they eventually succumbed to psychosis and turned against each other. But for some reason, Kaveh was more interested in your scant diet of Zaytun peaches and how you’d barely slept a wink all those weeks apart.
He scolded you with tears in his eyes, his soapy hands gently scrubbing your back while he rambled about his own panic while trying to manipulate the volatile mechanisms of the Aaru. Even Alhaitham, typically so guarded with his words, quietly confessed how he had been vividly replaying every possible scenario of you in danger all while he deciphered King Deshret’s contraptions.
“You two have such active imaginations,” you giggled as you swiped a clump of soap suds onto Kaveh’s nose. “We all got back in one piece, didn’t we?”
Kaveh huffed as he rinsed it off. “Don’t you be smart with us, prana. We all know you were probably missing us to death while we were gone.”
“Agreed,” Alhaitham simpered as he did to you what you just did to Kaveh, delighting in the scowl you shot at him as you wiped away a bubbly mustache. “You’re so spoiled, you can’t even sleep without us anymore. What would your students think of you, professor?”
You stuck your tongue out. “And whose fault is that?”
Half-expecting him to bite back with another sharp quip like he always did, you braced yourself for the incoming banter. But instead, your silver-haired lover simply drew closer to you in the massive tub, pressing his warm lips to your forehead as Kaveh shook his head in amusement.
“None but ours,” Alhaitham murmured with a grin.
By the time the three of you finally crept into the master bedroom, the moon was high, casting a soft, silver glow over the sheets. The mattress dipped heavily under their combined weight as they brought you down between them. There was an overwhelming tenderness to the way they approached your body now—a stark contrast to the fierce passion of the bath weeks prior. Though they wouldn’t breathe a word of it, you knew your lovers were desperate to make up for lost time and completely spoil you back to health.
“Your mind’s wandering again, prana,” Kaveh whispered. He braced his weight on his forearms, his long blonde hair brushing against your cheeks as he began to rain soft, feather-light kisses along your jawline. “Are you upset with us?”
“So quick to coddle her,” Alhaitham’s deep voice vibrated against your back. He was stretched out behind you, his broad chest pressed flush against your spine while one of his thick, heavy thighs securely pinned yours down. His large hand slid beneath the small of your back, pulling your hips back against him as he leaned down to press his lips to the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. “Our prana is a resilient little thing. She can handle a few weeks without us. In fact, some time apart would just make her want us even more. You know how needy she gets.”
“Haitham,” you mewled, breath hitching as Alhaitham’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up your inner thigh, his touch incredibly warm and calloused against your bare skin. “You leave me to fend for myself for weeks and you’re still in the mood to tease me?”
“Well,” he started, mouthing at your collarbones. “You always sound so much sweeter after some… delayed gratification. Wouldn’t you agree, Kaveh?”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” the blond sighed. Unlike earlier, he didn’t offer you a comforting look; instead, his hands slid to your waist, anchoring you down onto Alhaitham’s crotch. “You really shouldn’t have given him an opening, prana. You know how he gets.”
You gasped as Alhaitham began to mouth at your neck. “Hm. She’s already shaking so much and we haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Stop,” you groaned.
A peal of laughter left Kaveh’s lips as he leaned closer to whisper, “Now, now. Did you get so used to living without us that you’ve forgotten who calls the shots?”
Damn it… When it came to sex, Kaveh’s tenderheartedness would often become eclipsed by his penchant for teasing you, perfectly aligning with Alhaitham’s love for tearing down your defenses against your will.
“Let’s remind her then,” Alhaitham hummed. “All those weeks in the desert, and all you can do is whine. How about we see you beg instead.”
You shot him a petulant look. “But—”
Before you could get another word out, Kaveh captured your mouth with his, silencing any further protests with a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue parted your lips with a soft groan, his hands sliding down to cup your breasts, thumbs rhythmically sweeping over your nipples until they hardened under his touch. You arched into him almost instinctively as your fingers tangled in his damp hair, anchoring him closer as his chest pressed flat against yours.
Behind you, Alhaitham’s hand had found the aching center of your desire. He was agonizingly gentle as his long fingers parted your folds and you could barely form a single thought when he slid one into your slick channel. A breathless cry escaped your lips into Kaveh’s mouth as your hips bucked against Alhaitham’s palm.
“So eager for us, are you?” Kaveh murmured, breaking the kiss to look down at you, his eyes dark with a heady mixture of lust and profound adoration. He leaned down to suckle at your throat, his breath hot against your skin. “Were you this lonely the whole time, prana? Tell us.”
For a split second, you wanted to be stubborn and pretend you had handled the separation perfectly fine. But as Alhaitham’s fingers stroked your weeping heat and Kaveh’s lips burned against your jaw, you realized you were just too tired of being strong. Right now, you just wanted to surrender to the overwhelming luxury of being theirs. You wanted them to take total control, to make you come so many times that the agonizing memory of your time apart would be entirely washed away.
“I was,” you whispered, the promise of pleasure finally overriding your pride. “I couldn't even sleep without you both. Please... don’t make me wait anymore.”
The raw honesty of your admission hung heavily in the dim room, prompting your lovers to share a brief look over your body. It was clear neither of them had expected you to yield so quickly, but the realization only fueled their desire.
“Alright then,” Alhaitham acquiesced, his taking on that possessive tone that always made your core ache. “Maybe you do deserve some respite.”
The sudden quickening of Alhaitham’s fingers threw your senses into an absolute tailspin. With a second finger sliding deep inside your weeping cunt, he began a relentless pace that targeted your sweet spot with excruciating precision. You could only throw your head back against his shoulder, a broken sob catching in your throat as he leaned up to suckle lovebites into the tender skin right where your shoulder sloped.
In front of you, Kaveh was utterly transfixed by the desperate, needy sounds leaving your lips. His hands slid up to eagerly fondle your breasts, squeezing and molding the soft flesh. Leaning down, he enveloped one aching tip, plucking at it with his lips and sucking on your nipple with a desperation that had you arching. He was uncharacteristically feral. His teeth grazing your sensitive skin, leaving blooming bruises across your chest and making you cry out into the quiet room.
“Would you look at that,” Kaveh panted against your damp skin, his lips slick with a mixture of his saliva and your sweat. “Wrecked for us after just a few touches. You’re dripping all over Haitham's hand, prana.”
“Please,” you choked out, your hips bucking frantically against Alhaitham’s palm as the unbearable heat in your navel coiled into a tight, screaming peak. “I'm going to come... let me come—”
But before the impending climax could wash over you, your lovers suddenly moved in perfect, unspoken synchronization. Alhaitham abruptly slipped his fingers from your soaking core, and Kaveh pulled away, cutting off the blinding pleasure so fast you let out a pathetic whine of protest.
Before you could even process the loss, their large hands were firmly gripping your hips and waist, flipping you over and shifting your pliant, trembling body until you were forced onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed.
The cold air of the bedroom hit your thoroughly marked skin, making you shiver, but the isolation lasted for only a heartbeat. Alhaitham shifted to kneel directly in front of you, aquamarine eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. Meanwhile the mattress dipped as Kaveh settled between your spread thighs, his hot breath fanning across your drenched, aching folds.
“K-Kaveh?” you whimpered, your fingers knotting into the damp sheets.
He didn’t offer any explanation, nor did he wait for permission. Kaveh gripped your ass with both hands, spreading you open, and immediately buried his face between your thighs. His hot tongue dragged slowly up your dripping slit before pushing inside you, letting your arousal drip straight onto his tongue. A muffled groan escaped him, the vibration shooting straight through your core as he continued to devour you.
You arched off the bed, a loud cry ripping from your throat, but Alhaitham’s heavy hand instantly came down over your mouth, muffling the sound into his palm.
“Shh, prana,” Alhaitham hummed near your ear as he removed his hand. He looked down at the sight of Kaveh ruthlessly eating you out, a dark glint shining in his gaze. “Did you think about his mouth while you were all alone?”
You couldn’t even dignify yourself with a response. Kaveh was relentless, his fingers digging into your glutes to hold you steady while his tongue swirled and lapped at you, tongue laving at your clit until your hips bucked uncontrollably against his face.
The onslaught on your senses made you dizzy with pleasure. Seeking something, anything to anchor you, your hands scrambled blindly across the sheets until they found Alhaitham’s hips. Your fingers curled into the thick, fluffy white towel still securely knotted around his waist. He hadn’t even bothered to remove it after the bath, too focused on ensuring you were tended to first.
As Kaveh’s tongue dipped deep inside you, mimicking a hard, rhythmic thrust, a wave of desperate heat pooled in your lower belly. Your face pressed right against the heavy bulge straining against the white cloth of Alhaitham’s towel. The scent of him—musk, cedar, and the faint trace of padisarah oil—filled your nostrils.
“Haitham,” you whimpered, frantically nuzzling against the heavy length hidden beneath the cloth, as your mouth brushed over the fabric. “Please... Let me have a taste.”
Alhaitham considered you for a moment, possibly thinking of all the ways he’s going to hold this over your head later. But at the end of the day, he was just a man—a man that could never say no to you when you beg so prettily to have his cock in your mouth.
“Needy little thing,” he muttered, though the hitch in his breath gave away his waning self-control. “But I suppose it’s no surprise that you’re demanding both of us at once after weeks of nothing.”
“Please,” you begged, tears of pure pleasure and desperation pricking your eyes. “I missed you so much. I need you.”
Your desperate pleading broke whatever restraint he had left. With a swift tug, Alhaitham unknotted the towel, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His thick length sprang free, heavy and fully hard, the flushed tip already glistening with pearlescent white. A neat, silver bush of hair crowned the base of his cock, making you look up at him with eager, half-lidded eyes.
When you were certain he wasn’t going to impede your ministrations, your trembling hands gripped his muscular thighs for balance as you leaned forward and took him into your mouth.
A guttural noise tore from Alhaitham’s chest as the warmth of your mouth enveloped him. He locked his fingers into your hair, not to push, but to hold himself steady as you sucked him off with a fierce, unrefined eagerness. Spit already dripped down your chin as you swirled your tongue around the leaking tip, savoring the salty taste of him before pushing forward again, forcing more of his thick shaft into your throat.
Behind you, Kaveh groaned loudly into your dripping core, clearly aroused by the obscene sounds you were making while choking on Alhaitham’s cock. It prompted him to drive his tongue faster, his lithe fingers sliding into your opening to stretch you, matching your own frantic rhythm. You were completely caught in the middle of their devotion, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
As the pressure continued to build in your lower belly, your hips took on a desperate, rhythmic motion of their own, slowly riding Kaveh’s face and fingers. The closer you got to your climax, the more your composure shattered, your shameless moans muffled around Alhaitham’s thick cock. This prompted him to gather your hair securely in his hand as he looked at the way your throat stretched, swallowing him down as far as you could take him.
But just as your vision began to blur and you were on the very precipice of coming all over Kaveh’s tongue, the blond suddenly stopped. He pulled away completely, leaving your soaking core exposed to the cool air of the room.
A pathetic, high-pitched whine left your throat, even more-so than the last. Frustrated and desperate for release, you instinctively started to pull your mouth away from Alhaitham’s cock, wanting to look for Kaveh and demand he fix this—but the Scribe’s grip on your hair tightened, holding your head firmly and dominantly steady in place.
“Ah, ah,” Alhaitham murmured. He tilted your head up with his heavy length still in your mouth, forcing you to look up at him. “You asked for this, didn’t you? Begged for it even. Finish what you started.”
The absolute authority in his tone was a lightning strike straight to your core. It made you so dizzy that your thighs trembled, and you hardly even noticed Kaveh shifting behind you.
The blond was already pushing your knees further apart on the bed. His warm body leaned over you from behind, pressing flush against your ass as his hard cock slid between your soaked folds. He dragged the fat head up and down your dripping slit, coating every inch of his length with your slick arousal, teasing your entrance with shallow little nudges before pulling back again.
“What ever do we do with her, Haitham?” Kaveh chuckled breathlessly along the nape of your neck, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he lined himself up with your entrance.
The friction of Kaveh’s thick length rubbing against your dripping folds had you whimpering almost pathetically, but the teasing didn’t last long. With a sudden, forceful thrust, Kaveh buried his entire length into you from behind. Your eyes went wide, a muffled scream tearing from your lungs as you were stretched entirely full. You were caught in the middle of them, fucked on both ends, filled to the absolute brim by the two lovers who had never, ever left you wanting.
Kaveh didn’t give you a second to adjust. He immediately began to rut behind you, his hands anchoring your hips with a bruising grip as he hit you with deep, grinding thrusts. He moved with a desperate, animalistic rhythm, driving into you so deeply that your hips barely parted from his groin for more than a fraction of a second before he slammed back home. The heat of him was overwhelming, and with every heavy push, you were shoved further up the bed, your mouth sliding deeper onto Alhaitham’s cock.
He let out a sharp hiss—fingers tightening in your hair the moment he felt your throat swallow around him. You’ve done this so many times in so many ways, you already knew how easily Alhaitham could crumble from pleasure if you gave it exactly the way he liked. However, before you could even gloat about that little victory, he momentarily slipped his cock out of your mouth, the sudden absence making you gasp for air, your wet lips parted and slick with his pre.
Alhaitham leaned down over your face as you struggled to draw in a full breath. He pried your lips open with his thumb, stretching your mouth open as he stared directly into your dazed, blown-out eyes, and deliberately dribbled his thick spit straight onto your tongue. The sheer, degrading intimacy of it made your cunt spasm around Kaveh’s length still pounding into you.
“Good girl,” Alhaitham murmured with primal satisfaction before he fed you his cock once more, using his own saliva to slick your lips as he pushed back into your throat.
You couldn’t tell where you ended and they began anymore. Alhaitham dominated your mouth, his hips bucking in a controlled counter-rhythm to Kaveh’s frantic pace behind you. On the other hand, Kaveh was completely lost to pleasure as he slammed into your cunt with frantic, desperate strokes.
“H-Hah— shit,” Kaveh groaned, his voice a broken whisper as your dripping walls clenched around his thick cock.
He leaned down, pressing his sweat-slicked chest flat against your back, his blonde hair falling around your face like a curtain as he peppered your neck with harsh, needy kisses. He bit down on the sensitive junction of your shoulder, marking you possessively, over and over, claiming the skin that had been untouched for weeks.
“You’re so tight, prana... so wet for us,” Kaveh wheezed into your ear, his words a filthy, breathless contrast to the desperate devotion in his voice. “Look how perfectly you take both of us. Our beautiful, spoiled girl... We’re never leaving you again.”
You could only whine and moan around Alhaitham’s length, your body entirely surrendered to the synchronized assault of their love. Kaveh’s grinding thrusts were hitting your sweet spot with each pass, while Alhaitham’s thumb stroked your cheek, keeping you anchored through the dizzying pleasure. Every inch of you was covered in them—their sweat, their spit, their scent, and their overwhelming, suffocating adoration.
You were completely ruined for anyone else, and exactly where you belonged.
The continuous, punishing rhythm of Kaveh’s hips finally began to stutter. He let out a shuddering sigh against the nape of your neck, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hip bones as his deep grinding thrusts lost their frantic pace. He was right on the edge, his entire body stiffening against your back as he prepared to release weeks of built-up anxiety and longing inside you.
Sensing his climax, you desperately needed to feel him fill you completely. You instinctively pulled your mouth back, parting from Alhaitham’s length. This time, there were no consequences; Alhaitham willingly let his grip on your hair slacken, his eyes hooded as he watched you collapse forward against his pelvis.
“Inside me, please... Kaveh, please...” you panted breathlessly. Your face was pressed right against the musky brush of hair trailing down Alhaitham’s navel, and though you’d been talking to Kaveh, your eyes were locked on your silver-haired lover’s thick cock, still glistening with your saliva and a sheen of his own arousal.
Behind you, Kaveh let out a breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating hot against your wet skin. He shifted his grip, one hand wrapping around your waist to anchor you tightly against his groin while his other hand slid down between your thighs, the pads of his fingers catching on your puffy clit.
“Can’t even focus on which one you want at a time,” Kaveh muttered, the words dripping with a heady mix of lust and amusement as his thumb began to relentlessly stroke your hyper-sensitive nub. “A tenured professor of the Akademiya... reduced to being so completely cock-hungry for us. You really are a spoiled little thing, aren’t you?”
His humiliating praise, paired with the rapid, ruthless friction of his thumb on your clit, was the final strike. Overstimulated to the point of delirium, your climax tore through you with a violent force that completely fractured your body.
The sheer intensity of your moans and the vice grip your fluttering cunt had on his length broke what little restraint Kaveh had left. All the while, Alhaitham relished in the show before him—his two lovers losing themselves in each other as you all drowned in shared bliss. He let out a ragged groan, his hand sliding from your hair down to the back of your neck, thumb pressing firmly against your jaw to hold your face up even as your limbs went completely pliant.
As the waves of your orgasm left you entirely limp and breathless on the mattress, Kaveh gave one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He threw his head back with a choked groan, his body trembling violently as he came deep inside you, flooding your poor hole with his hot, thick release.
You were entirely undone, floating in a daze of post-orgasmic bliss as Kaveh’s cum began to drip out from where you’re still connected.
But Alhaitham wasn’t finished with you yet.
The steady hand on your neck kept your face tilted up toward him, forcing your glazed eyes to track his movements. With his free hand, Alhaitham began to furiously stoke himself right above you, breath hitching as he stared down at your ruined, beautiful state. Within seconds, he let out a long-winded moan of his own, painting your flushed cheeks, your lips, and your chin in warm, white ropes of his spent desire.
The heavy silence of the bedroom returned, filled only by the synchronized, ragged breathing of the three of you. Kaveh collapsed heavily onto your back, burying his face in your hair with a soft, contented groan, while Alhaitham leaned down, using his unsoiled thumb to gently smear his warmth across your lips before giving you a tender yet lingering kiss.
All three of you collapsed together in a tangled, sweaty heap on the large bed. Kaveh pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum already starting to leak from your spent cunt, before he flopped down on your left. Alhaitham settled on your right, pulling you securely against his chest so he could start cleaning your face with the towel he’d discarded earlier. For a long moment, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the occasional soft kiss pressed to your skin.
“You two…” you mumbled, “are actually insane. I thought I was going to pass out.”
Kaveh laughed softly, nuzzling into your neck with a blissed-out smile. “We were a little intense tonight, huh?”
“A little?” You shot him a playful glare, though it lost most of its effect with how limp and satisfied you looked. “I’m going to be sore for days. You couldn’t even let me come once before tag-teaming me like that.”
Alhaitham hummed in amusement, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your hip. “You begged so sweetly for both of us. We were simply being generous.”
You huffed, but the sound came out far too content to be convincing. “I missed you idiots… but next time I’m tying you both down first.”
Kaveh grinned against your shoulder. “We’d like to see you try, professor.”
Exhaustion quickly began to pull at your eyelids. The warmth of their bodies, the familiar scent of them surrounding you, and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure made it so easy to drift off. Your breathing started to slow, body melting deeper into the mattress between them.
Until a soft, wet sound reached your ears.
A low, involuntary moan slipped from your lips as you felt two of Kaveh’s fingers push back inside your sensitive cunt, slowly fucking his own cum deeper into you with lazy strokes.
“Kaveh… what are you doing…?” you whined.
He smiled sweetly down at you, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head. “Just lubing you up for Haitham, sweetheart.”
You blinked, still dazed. “But… he already came…”
Kaveh’s grin turned into a cheeky, knowing smirk as he withdrew his fingers. “Oh, you sweet thing. You know how much of a deviant our Scribe is. He loves sloppy seconds. I’m just being a thoughtful lover and making sure you’re nice and wet for him.”
Your face burned. Before you could even form a proper protest, you felt the familiar shape of Alhaitham’s cock grinding slowly against your ass, sliding through the messy mix of Kaveh’s cum and your own arousal.
“Haitham…” you breathed, half in disbelief, half in renewed want.
He nipped sharply at your earlobe, his breath hot and teasing against your ear as he rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down your drenched folds, coating himself thoroughly.
“You didn’t think we were done with you yet, did you, prana?” he murmured.
Despite how exhausted your body was, a fresh wave of heat bloomed in your stomach. As Alhaitham continued teasing your entrance with his slowly hardening cock, you couldn’t help but think that there was truly nowhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here—safe, spoiled, and completely claimed between your two lovers.