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Epel Felmier yawned, eyes opening blearily. It didn’t take long to realize that he was trapped…again. A heavy, muscled arm crossed his chest, while a slim, soft but equally strong arm circled his waist from the other side. He wouldn’t have minded but for two things: he had spell drive practice in less than an hour, and he had to piss. Trying to move Rook's arm simply had the hunter tightening his grip, pulling him harder against his broad chest while he murmured unintelligibly in French.
“Rook…” He hissed, accent resurfacing in his sleepy haze. “ I gotta pee, an’ Leona’s gonna be madder’n a wet hen if I’m late agin.”
“Mmm, but my little apple, I cannot help but hold you a moment longer…”
Epel frowned and turned, sinking his teeth into Rook's bicep.
“I said leggo, Rook.” He knew he was blushing; he always did when his partners were at loathe to let him out of their arms, but he did need to go. The bite hadn’t gotten him anything more than a soft grunt and an interested twitch against his bottom. He could feel Rook’s lips against his neck and felt a finger tweak his nipple, and he was almost ready to give in, but…
“Rook!”
“If the two of you don’t shut up and allow me my last half hour of beauty sleep, you will be sorry. Rook. Let Epel go. He has obligations.” Epel felt his waist freed as Vil rolled to the other side, making it clear who was to get out of bed to allow him his exit. With a dramatic sigh, Rook slid out of bed and gestured towards the bathroom, blonde hair tangled, a far cry from his usual perfection.
“Go, little apple. We will have our fun later, non?”
“If yer…” he yawned before continuing. “you’re good. Last time you left my neck looking like a critter had gotten to it.” Not that Epel had minded, but Vil always insisted his lovers were ‘presentable’ in class, and covering them was a chore.
“I heard no complaints from you~ In fact—”
Epel giggled as Rook was hit with a pillow courtesy of a tousled Vil. If looks could kill, they would both be six feet under.
“I said…let me sleep.”
Epel covered his grin as he scurried to the Housewarden's private bathroom to take care of business and freshen up. He hesitated as he looked at the shower. It felt silly to shower, get sweaty, and then shower again. Instead, he simply washed his face and began his skincare routine. As always, a warm feeling spread through his chest at the lineup of products made for him that had their space on Vil’s counter. It was one of the little things that showed that he had a place in Vil’s life as well as his bed.
The room was quiet when he slipped out to leave for Spelldrive practice. Rook was quietly reading a book while Vil snored softly beneath his silk sleep mask. He would deny it if it were ever mentioned, of course. Epel thought it was cute. He hesitated a moment, debating skipping practice to crawl back into bed, but shook his head. Leona really would skin him if he missed practice.
They had a game against RSA next week, and Leona was determined to keep beating his brother's Alma Mater. Epel himself was ready to kick their asses after the defeat at the SDC. It wasn’t the same as beating them in music, but getting any win in over them at this point would make him feel better.
Epel jogged down to the field ready to train his ass off, and train he did. Leona may be fairly lazy most of the time, but when he had a bug up his ass, he could be as relentless as Vil on a warpath. The younger boy was sore and exhausted by the end of practice, sweat slicking his bangs to his forehead. He debated showering in the locker room, but then he’d just get sweaty again running back to the dorm.
He knew the others would be awake by the time he got back. Vil enjoyed his beauty sleep on weekends, but he also refused to lie in too late. He’d likely be doing his morning exercises. Epel paused in front of the door to Vil’s room and hesitated with his hand on the door. They had developed a routine the past few months, one that Epel had fit into what felt like seamlessly, but he couldn’t help but worry that the next time he opened the door, he’d be asked to leave.
He shook his head and smacked his hands against his cheeks. That was quitter talk.
He was Epel Felmier, dating Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt. He belonged here as much as they did.
Resolved, he grabbed the handle and twisted it, walking into the room only to flush violently when he took in the tableau it contained.
Vil lay pale against the dark violet sheets, back arched as his nails dug deeply into the fabric. His sleep mask still lay over his eyes, but it was bound tighter, and silk ties bound his wrists to the headboard, cleverly hidden rings in the design easily utilized if you knew they were there.
Epel wasn’t sure if he made any noise, but clearly, he’d made some indication that he was there because a blonde head rose from between Vil’s spread legs.
“Ahh! My little apple! You are finally back.” Rook purred, licking his lips. “I wanted to make sure he was all warmed up when you returned. I think our lovely Roi de Poison deserves a present for us waking him this morning.”
Epel stepped forward as Vil strained at his bonds, body twisting on the bed, still beautiful even in what seemed to be distress.
“Rook, this is ridiculous… let me go this instant! I have a schedule to keep—Ah~!”
Vil’s voice sounded hoarse and needy.
Epel’s eyes locked on Rook's muscled bicep. He couldn’t see what he was doing due to the angle, but from the way Vil had thrown his head back, and the flex of Rook's shoulders…
Epel was dizzy with the rush of arousal as the image in his head was confirmed.
“Come, Epel…I’ve loosened him up beautifully for you…He’s practically sucking my fingers in.”
“Rook..I haven’t showered yet an’.... “Rook carefully secured Vil’s ankle to the bedpost and stalked over to Epel. Epel had already registered that he was naked, but the predatory look in Rook's piercing green eyes made his knees weak. The taller man grabbed his chin and kissed him hard, his other hand spanning Epel's slim back.
Epel’s eyes popped open, and a strangled moan was swallowed by the kiss as Rook's tongue brought with it a familiar bitter taste.
“Oh fuck, Rook-sen..” Epel’s words were cut off by another forceful kiss.
“Non, non, little apple blossom. What have we told you? There are no honorifics in the bedroom.”
“If you’re going to chat, I have better things to do. Rook. Untie me.” They could both hear the slight whine under Vil’s order, so neither was concerned.
Epel nodded and let Rook pull him so he was positioned between Vil’s legs.
“Sorry, Vil…I didn’t mean ta keep ya waitin’” Epel bit his lip as he slotted himself between Vils' legs and slipped off his shirt. It was still, and Epel imagined it always would be, truly breathtaking to see Vil like this… flushed and vulnerable with his cock hard and dripping against his stomach, the base bound with a cock ring shaped like a crown. Cum painted his abdomen already, and Epel wasn’t sure if it was his own or Rooks, though from how red and flushed his cock was, he was sure it was both.
Vil was a work of art, and some part of Epel loved making him a mess, even temporarily. Epel quickly pushed his tented sweats down along with his underwear.
Rook took his crumpled briefs from him and straddled Vils' stomach. “Do not worry, my dear Vil… Epel is going to fill your hungry hole. You love that, non? He’s sweaty and dirty from practice. Can’t you smell it?” Rook pressed them against Vil’s face, watching amused as the man tried to pull away. Epel watched them as he found the bottle of lube Rook had left at the end of the bed and dripped some on his fingers.
“Rook, it stinks of sweat! Epel, what have I taught yo…”
A shit eating grin spread across Epel’s face as he slid two fingers into Vil’s fluttering hole, watching him, face flushed.
“I dunno, Vil-senpai,” Rook had said, no honorifics in the bedroom, but he’d noticed that Vil seemed to like being sassed by him…and as much as he complained about his accent in proper settings, he ate it up like this. “Seems ta me ya’ really like when ah’ve been workin’ out. Yer cock started leakin’ when Rook made ya smell it…” Epel pumped his fingers as Vil opened his mouth to answer and was gratified to hear his retort cut off in a soft moan. He could feel how stretched Vil already was; Rook must have been working him for a while.
“Oh, he likes that, little pommette. I think he has had enough of teasing for now…”
Epel pumped his own member, hissing slightly at the cool slide of the lube. He was so hard already. He couldn’t imagine what Vil must be feeling.
“Rook, I told you to let me—” Rook shoved the balled-up silk into Vil’s mouth, though Epel didn’t miss the slight glance at Vil's fingers. Epel had never seen Rook gag him before, so he hesitated even as he pressed the head of his cock against Vil’s slick pucker. He ached to push himself inside…memories of how good it felt sang through his veins, but the first thing they had taught him was to watch. He saw Rook’s lips move against Vil’s ear, though he couldn’t hear his words. Vils' fingers folded twice, leaving his thumb out of the fist, and Epel’s shoulders relaxed at the signal. Rook slid off of Vil’s stomach, so Epel could crawl forward. Bright blue set in a deceptively pretty face drank in how wrecked Vil already looked; blonde hair mussed in a way no one outside of this room would ever see, and drool was dampening the purple silk of Epel’s underwear.
Epel pressed forward, feeling the resistance; as slim and pretty as he was, Epel had learned that he was larger than average. It had gone a long way towards making him comfortable in the locker room, but he’d been concerned about hurting Vil until he’d seen Rook’s monster. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the groan as he slid into the tight, hot velvet that was Vil’s body. He could feel Rook’s solid body press against his back as he unhooked Vil’s ankles from the foot of the bed to lift them around Epel’s hips.
“Vil…Fuck, Ya feel so good.” He snapped his hips forward, hands wrapping around Vil’s slim hips as he built up a rhythm. Epel hadn’t quite lost himself in the feel of Vil’s body gripping him when he felt slick fingers grip his hips and push him forward, causing both of them to gasp as he was shoved deeper into the body beneath him.
“I am sorry, my little apple, but I need to have you. You look so beautiful wrecking our Queen.” Epel arched his back as he felt two of Rook's thick fingers slide into him, a little too much at once, but that was the way Epel liked it. He loved the burn as Rook prepped him quickly, two fingers twisting deep inside of him, teasingly brushing his prostate. He fell forward onto Vil, burying his face in that beautiful neck marked up with bruises from Rook’s teeth, and decided to renew a few of his own, shuddering as every brush of his spot made him rock into Vil. Every rock into Vil had him clamping around Epel like a vice.
He sucked hard on Vil’s neck, biting down in surprise as Rook began pumping him with three fingers, hard and deep. He could taste blood in his mouth and felt Vil shudder beneath him, dribbles of wetness painting their stomachs despite the ring, a desperate whine through Vil’s nose showing how badly he needed to cum.
“Rook…P..Please, I’m gonna…” Epel knew he was digging his fingers so hard into Vil’s hips he would leave bruises, but he needed to ground himself; he didn’t want to cum yet.
And then thank god for Rook, even though the fingers tightening around the base of his cock felt like the height of betrayal.
“Not yet, little apple blossom. Together.”
And then the fingers weren’t necessary as something larger pressed against his hole, and Epel felt all the air leave his lungs. It felt impossible, but he knew he’d taken it before, taken it well, and he was proud of that…
But the first breach of Rook’s cock, far too big, filled him for what felt like forever. The moment felt suspended, and all he was aware of was Vil around him and Rook inside of him, filling him up to the brim.
When he finally bottomed out, the warm flesh of his abs against Epel’s back, pressure in his stomach where it was pressed against Vil, Epel felt like he was on the edge. His body shook as he felt Rook slowly withdraw, and it was through sheer stubbornness that he followed, reimpaling himself on Rook's cock even as he moaned from the feel of Vil’s body reluctantly giving him up.
Rook leaned past him to pull the soaked underwear from Vil’s mouth, his thumb wiping the drool from the corner of his lips.
“I wish to hear you both…My beautiful Vil, my lovely pommette… Let me hear your beautiful cries.”
His hand on Epel’s hip was the only warning he got as Rook thrust forward, slamming Epel back into Vil, even as he ground into Epel, the tip of his cock felt like it was rearranging his insides, and Epel found himself unable to make anything resembling words as Rook pressed against him, hips pistoning out of him as he fucked them both. Vil’s cries, unmuffled, filled the air, tears of overstimulation running down his pale cheeks as it became too much and he came despite the cock ring, painting Epel’s stomach with his spend. Epel couldn’t fight the way Vil’s body tightened around him, especially with Rook’s cock brushing his spot with every stroke. He buried his face in Vil’s neck again as he filled Vil with his cum. Epel slumped forward, lips meeting Vil’s desperately as Rook continued to thrust into him before spilling into him.
Epel panted, tired and sticky from both his practice and their activities. As he felt Vil shift beneath him, he remembered to reach up to pull the quick release on the bonds keeping Vil’s hands tied.
“Vil?” He looked up into hazy violet eyes and took a deep breath as he rubbed the now freed wrists. “Ya…you want me ta pull out or…” He let out a little ‘glurk” as Vil’s arms wrapped around him and his body clenched. “Ah…I guess that’s a no.” Epel squirmed a little as he felt Rook pull out and crawl up the bed to the side of them.
“He is a little overstimulated. Remember what I told you, little pommette…”
“Ah know… It’s a comfort thing.” He leaned up to kiss Vil softly, nuzzling his cheek. “It’s ok, Vil. We gotcha. You can come back whenever ya feel like it.” He tucked his head under Vil’s chin and felt Rook’s arm come around them both.
“What’s next, Epel?” Rook’s voice was soft as his hands roamed their body in a slow, comforting way.
“Let him keep me inside a bit longer, then help ya clean him with a soft towel. Then we see if he wants cuddles, a bath, or snackies?”
His voice raised into a question at the end, and he felt a welling of pride as Rook’s hand slid through his hair.
“Good. You remembered. We also need to make sure he hydrates. While you bathe him, I will change the sheets. It was not intense today, but I may have overstimmed him a little too much before you got here…my Roi was truly beaute today.”
“Rook-senpai, ya need ta learn self control.”
“Ah, but little Pommete, perhaps I need to be punished for taking it too far.”
Epel turned his head to face Rook, catching the mischievous light in those emerald green eyes, and grinned, the same dangerous smile he got when playing spelldrive.
“If it’ll take gettin yer bottom paddled ta treat our Vil right, Ah guess I can handle that.”
“I look forward to it, my little apple blossom. But for now, we take care of our beautiful Queen.”
Epel nodded and raised his hand to finger-comb Vil’s hair. He was happy where he was, and if every day could be like this, he’d be content. But…
“First part of your punishment, though...You get ta carry him ta the bath, Senpai. I had practice earlier. I’m tuckered out.”
End.