Shadow Run - Episode 6

​It would take a bit for Davs to join them on the bed. Essenin knew him well enough that they could almost time it to the exact moment, and they loved their Davs for that, for the deliberate care he put into his actions, for the need to be certain others’ needs were met.

Also, he’s just a bit shy.

Essenin decided to take the first shot across the bows and reached over to run a finger across Zie’s knuckles. The skin was fireside warm and smooth. It made them wonder how old Zie was or rather, how young. The scars were odd ones, and not so old that they’d paled to white yet - three parallel lines on the back of each hand from wrists to knuckles. When Zie didn’t draw away, Essenin grew bolder and picked up that hand to kiss his fingers, first the backs, then the pads on the undersides.

“Careful,” Zie murmured. “Don’t press there. You’ll get claws.”

“Good to know.” Essenin offered a smile and flicked open the top three buttons on their shirt. Just a tease of skin for the moment. No rushing anyone. Just offering.

Zie took his hand back and completely ignored things like buttons to pull his shirt off over his head. The black pelt of chest hair was both shocking and beautiful against his frost-pale skin, while the hair on his forearms was less dense, but an equally sharp contrast. It only made Essenin more curious about the distribution of hair on the rest of him. They did have a definite weakness for furry males.

Unexpectedly, Davs cleared his throat from across the room. “Ess. Be fair.”

Ah, yes. Someone’s very interested. “Terrible of me,” Ess murmured as they made short work of buttons and flailed out of their shirt in record time. The hair on their own chest was sparse and downy, nothing like the forest on Zie’s or—a rush of heat climbed from Ess’s groin at the thought—Dav’s. The heat only increased as Zie prowled closer and reached a hand toward Essenin’s gill slits.

“May I?”

“Yes.” Essenin swallowed against a suddenly dry throat, the smolder in those purple eyes pinning them in place. “Gently.”

“Always gently.” Zie’s smile held sharp teeth, but that alone didn’t make it any fiercer to Essenin. His beloved grandmother’s teeth had been sharper.

The pads of Zie’s fingers were cushioned velvet, his touch the barest kiss. Essenin’s head fell back on a sighing moan, which tipped his gaze right at Davs standing stiff and trembling like a hunting courser straining at the leash. Essenin ran his eyes down Davs body. Something else is quite stiff already, too.

Knowing it would display every sleek muscle, Essenin stretched, arching their back, and locked their eyes with Davs honey amber ones, reaching a hand out to him. Open invitation, Davs didn’t have to accept, though Essenin couldn’t help a chuckle when he heaved an unsteady breath and crossed the room in two hurried strides to take Essenin’s hand.

Zie’s hands sliding down their chest distracted them from their campaign of Davitts seduction. Essenin hissed and squirmed as those lovely pads glided over their nipples, sliding down to hook fingers under the top of their kilt until Zie found and unfastened the kilt pins. Essenin nearly purred at the exquisite sensation of being unwrapped under the gaze of two such lovely men.

“Beautiful,” Zie whispered, running his hands up and down the outsides of Essenin’s now-naked thighs.

“They are, and they know it.” The hint of reverence in Davs’ voice sent a pool of warmth spreading around Essenin’s heart. Teasing, yes, but their Davs’ love shivered in those words.

The mattress depressed as Davs put a knee on it and bent to kiss Essenin, his lips starting out gentle and slow, but gaining heated urgency as Essenin began to drag Davs’ shirt up his back. They broke the kiss to pull the shirt off over his head, and Essenin sighed in appreciation as they ran their fingers through the thick brown thatch of Davs’ chest hair and reached out to pet the silky black of Zie’s.

“I feel so spoiled. All this wonderful fur.”

“You are spoiled. Brat.” Davs grinned as he planted a kiss on Essenin’s forehead.

Purple eyes devoured them both through all this, the trail of Zie’s gaze a near-physical heat. Their new sylvan friend had removed his belt and was in the process of unlacing his trousers as he watched, his hunger even more evident in the growing bulge behind the laces. And, oh, he was beautiful and heartbreaking all at once as he shimmied out of his tight trousers. Milk-pale skin peppered with dark hair, his compact frame made for sleek muscle, but he was far too thin, the bones in his wrists too prominent, his ribs too visible. A long scar trailed from his right hip to knee, perhaps the same age as or a little newer than the ones on his hands.

He needs rest and feeding and someone to look after him. And that’s you and Davs, is it? Essenin had to smile at his presumption. Zie probably didn’t want looking after, even if he seemed so terribly alone. Still, the thought had taken hold and was growing, that he shouldn’t be alone, no matter what his pride might say.

Davs smoothed their braids back, a tiny smile tugging at his mouth. “And you’re being selfish.”

“Wha—?” Essenin cut off the question before it could properly start, following Davs’ gaze and thoughts with ease. “Oh, of course. Zie is the guest. He should be the filling in our two-crust pie.”

“Filling.” Zie let out a snort that might have stood for a laugh. “What sort am I then? Sweet, savory or spiced?”

“Wellll…” Essenin pretended to think as he took Zie’s arm and pulled him down beside them. “We won’t really know until we’ve had a taste, will we? You could be all three.”

“Sensible.” Zie reached up to tangle his fingers in Davs’ hair and pulled him down for a lingering kiss.

Davs wrinkled his forehead as he pulled back. “That part’s sweet, anyway. But it’s just one part.”

“What would you like, lovely filling?” Essenin tipped Zie’s chin up and claimed a kiss of their own. Zie’s lips were full and soft, his tongue gently requesting rather than demanding.

“I’d like this one to fuck me.” He pointed a claw at Davs, then swung it to point it at Essenin. “While I devour you.” The mischievously heated expression faltered, Zie’s bottom lip caught between sharp teeth. “If that’s all right. I’m making assumptions, and I shouldn’t.”

A blush colored Davs’ cheeks, but he slid out of his own trousers and dug through his pockets until he produced a vial of oil. “More than all right with me. Ess?”

Essenin disentangled themself from Zie’s arms and scooted up to lean against the carved headboard. “Fancy being devoured by a filling. But I’m happy to give it a try.”

“Ha.” 

That wasn’t really a laugh either, though Zie’s eyes crinkled at the corners. Did he have a laugh? Essenin had the feeling it would be graceful and beautiful like the rest of him. Thoughts of laughs or the lack thereof flew out of their mind, though, when Zie urged their thighs apart and settled on his stomach between, his breath teasing at Essenin’s prick, the warmth of his mouth achingly close, the rumbling of his purring vibrating the mattress beneath Essenin’s naked ass.

The purrs broke off in a startled gasp when Davs seized Zie by the hips and yanked him up onto his knees. Davs didn’t go at it right away, though, rubbing Zie’s back in long, sure strokes.

“Been a while?”

Zie nodded against Essenin’s thigh. “Yes, but I won’t break.”

“I’d never even try to.”

He met Essenin’s gaze, a little smile curling his lips as he poured oil into his hand and stroked his cock, that thick, gorgeous cock. Essenin had to lick his lips and swallow hard to keep from drooling. Their eyes remained locked while Davs teased at the ass so willingly offered him, though he turned his attention to Zie when he started to ease inside. Zie’s head jerked up on a strangled huff when Davs thrust inside, but the huff rolled over into a purring moan and Zie buried his head in Essenin’s crotch, licking and sucking for all he was worth.

Essenin’s eyes crossed and they buried both hands in the wild mass of Zie’s black hair, pulling their knees up to give Zie a better angle, for deeper, closer, more. Zie moaned and squirmed as Davs thrust into him, a steady, hard rhythm now, Davs cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy. The sight only sent harder spears of pleasure into Essenin’s groin. 

Just as Zie’s moans had turned into panting cries and Essenin was squirming desperately for release, Zie thrust a velvet-padded finger inside and Essenin thumped their head back against the headboard, hips thrusting as they cried out, climax crashing over them in heavy surges. Still fastened on tight, Zie let out a muffled howl, hips bucking against Davs’ tight hold, the extra thumping against Essenin sending aftershocks crashing through them.

Bent over Zie’s back, Davs eyes were squeezed shut, one of his hands wrapped tight around Zie’s cock. Zie let out one more strangled cry, followed a moment after by Davs bellow, then Essenin had a lapful of tangled lovers, all three of them panting and gasping.

There were some grunts and apologies, elbows and knees catching places they shouldn’t as Zie and Davs shifted and cleaned up. Essenin didn’t bother moving. Didn’t bother opening their eyes. They simply lay still and floated until their lovers came back to bed, Zie snuggled up against their side, Davs putting Zie between the two of them with one muscular arm thrown over top.

“Mmm. That was fast, dirty and exquisite,” Essenin murmured against Zie’s hair.
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Zie mumbled something in response but his breathing indicated that he’d already fallen asleep. Davs pulled the covers up over all three of them, twined fingers with Essenin, and the two of them whispered over Zie’s head for another hour before they both drifted off as well, warm and sated.

Episode 7