The bedroom felt smaller the moment they closed in.
I was still standing—bare, skin prickling in the cool air—when Dravic stepped right up to my front, close enough that the heat of his body washed over me like a wave. Behind me, Morvash pressed in at the same instant, chest flush to my back, arms bracketing my sides so I had nowhere to go. They had me cornered between them without even trying, bodies caging me in tight.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought they could feel it.
"W-wait," I stammered, voice cracking. "What are you two doing?"
Dravic's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide in the low moonlight. He lifted one hand slowly, brushing his thumb along my jaw like he was calming a startled animal.
"Shh," he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. "We'll make sure you enjoy this too."
"N-no, don't—" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My hands came up instinctively, palms pressing flat against Dravic's chest like I could push him back. It didn't work. He didn't budge. "I can't take both of you. Not—not like this."
Morvash's chuckle rumbled against my spine, warm breath ghosting over the nape of my neck. "You've handled all of us at once before, Renji," he said, softer than usual, almost coaxing. "Come on. It's just the three of us this time."
"B-but—"
"It's okay," Dravic cut in gently, fingers sliding into my hair, tilting my head just enough to meet his gaze. "Breathe."
They moved at the same time—slow, deliberate. Dravic pressed forward until our chests touched, the hard length of him sliding hot and insistent against my stomach. Behind me, Morvash shifted his hips and I felt him too—thick, rigid, nudging against the small of my back. The dual pressure pinned me perfectly between them, no space left to retreat.
A shaky sound escaped me—half gasp, half whimper.
Morvash dipped his head. His lips found the side of my neck first—soft at the start, then firmer. He kissed once, twice, open-mouthed, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet stripe up the tendon to just below my ear. The sensation shot straight down my spine; my knees buckled a fraction before I caught myself.
A low, helpless moan slipped out of me before I could swallow it.
Dravic caught it with his mouth.
He kissed me deep and slow, swallowing every small, broken sound I made. His tongue curled against mine, coaxing, while one hand slid down to grip my hip—holding me steady as Morvash kept working my neck. Another lick, another sucking kiss right over my pulse point, and I moaned again into Dravic's mouth, louder this time, the sound muffled but raw.
They didn't rush.
They just kept me there—trapped, trembling—bodies pressed so close I could feel every shift of muscle, every throb of arousal against my skin. Morvash's teeth grazed lightly, not biting, just enough to make me jolt. Dravic answered by kissing me harder, swallowing the next helpless noise that tried to escape.
My hands fisted uselessly in Dravic's hair. My back arched without permission, pressing me tighter against Morvash.
Everything felt too much—too hot, too full of them—and still not enough.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever: kissing, licking, pressing, breathing me in while I shook between them.
Finally—after my legs had truly started to give out—Dravic pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. Both of us were panting, chests heaving in ragged sync.
Morvash pressed one last slow, lingering kiss to the curve of my shoulder before lifting his head too.
"How was it?" Dravic asked, voice rough but gentle.
I couldn't speak. Just nodded once, eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember how lungs worked.
Morvash's arms slid around my waist from behind, steadying me completely.
"Good," he murmured against my ear. "Because we're only getting started."
They didn't give me time to catch my breath.
Dravic's mouth crashed back onto mine—deep, messy, all tongue and heat—while Morvash dropped lower behind me. His lips found the back of my thigh first: a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the sensitive skin, then a hard suck that pulled the flesh between his teeth just enough to sting. The wet, obscene pop when he released it echoed in the quiet room, followed immediately by another—lower this time, right where thigh met ass. He dragged his tongue in a broad, lazy stripe upward, tasting sweat and skin, then sucked again, harder.
Every pull made my hips jerk forward into Dravic's waiting mouth.
The sounds were filthy: slick kisses, wet suction, the soft smack of lips parting only to dive back in. Dravic groaned low against my tongue whenever Morvash made me whimper into the kiss. I could feel the vibration of it all the way down my spine.
They kept going like that—Dravic devouring my mouth, swallowing every broken moan; Morvash working my leg with slow, deliberate sucks and licks until the skin there was flushed dark and glistening, marked with faint red rings from his mouth.
My legs shook so badly I would have fallen if they weren't holding me up between them.
Finally—after what felt like an eternity of wet sounds and helpless noises—Dravic pulled back first. His lips were swollen, shiny. He rested his forehead against mine, both of us hauling in ragged lungfuls of air.
Morvash gave one last, lingering suck to the crease of my thigh—loud, deliberate—then lifted his head too. His breathing was just as wrecked, hot puffs against my damp skin.
The three of us stood there panting, chests heaving in uneven rhythm. Sweat trickled down my back; I could feel it sliding between me and Morvash. My thigh throbbed in time with my heartbeat where his mouth had been.
Dravic's voice came out rough, gravel-scraped. "Right… let's remove our clothes first."
Morvash let out a breathless, shaky laugh against my shoulder. "Good idea," he rasped. "Before we ruin these ones."
I couldn't speak—could only nod weakly, lungs still burning, lips tingling, body buzzing from head to toe. My hands trembled where they rested on Dravic's chest; I didn't trust myself to move yet.
Dravic stepped back half a pace—just enough to give himself room—and hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He peeled it up and off in one fluid motion, the fabric whispering as it hit the floorboards. Moonlight caught the lines of his collarbone, the faint sheen of sweat across his chest.
Morvash moved next—slower, almost lazy about it. He reached over my shoulder to tug his own shirt open, buttons popping free one by one with small, soft clicks. The shirt slid down his arms and pooled behind him. His bare chest pressed back against me immediately after—hot skin on hot skin, no barrier left.
Dravic's hands found my waist again. He didn't ask—just pushed my shirt up slowly, bunching the fabric until it cleared my head. It dropped somewhere to the side. Cool air hit my flushed torso and I shivered hard; both of them made low, appreciative sounds at the sight.
Morvash's fingers were already working the fastening of my trousers from behind—quick, efficient. He shoved them down along with everything underneath in one smooth pull. I stepped out automatically, legs unsteady.
Dravic mirrored him in front—tugging his own belt loose, the buckle clinking softly. Trousers and briefs followed, kicked aside without ceremony. He stood bare in front of me again—hard, flushed, curving up toward his stomach.
Morvash finished undressing himself last—trousers sliding down long legs, briefs discarded. Then he was pressed flush behind me once more, cock sliding hot and slick against the small of my back, nestling right between my cheeks.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact.
Dravic stepped in close again—chest to chest, cock brushing mine, the friction making me twitch. He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs stroking my cheekbones.
"Bed," he said quietly, voice thick with want. "Lie down for us."
My knees gave almost before I could move—Morvash's arms around my waist guided me the last step backward until the mattress hit the backs of my legs. I sank down onto the sheets, flat on my back, chest still rising and falling too fast.
They followed immediately—Dravic crawling up between my spread thighs, Morvash stretching out beside me on his side, one hand already trailing down my stomach.