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“How do you do it?” Abolish asks, surveying the chess board in front of him. The doctor is better than he is, but he’s also learning about how he approaches situations, and how he prioritizes things.
Legundo gives a soft, contemplative hum, like he’s studying a particularly interesting piece of artwork. “Do what?”
With a bishop in hand, Abolish clarifies, “Take them apart so easily.”
A soft grunt has them both looking in the direction of the noise. Pyro is tied to a chair, legs spread through the arms and lashed to the wood. A leather brank with horse blinders keep their mouth open and drooling, and their eyes trained forward.
“Would you say it’s cliche if I said I listen?” Legundo answers with a laugh. Abolish clicks his piece into place on the board and Legundo wanders over to lean on the back of his own chair.
“I would, yeah.” Abolish settles him with an unimpressed stare.
Blinking slowly, Legundo turns his gaze upwards onto Abolish. It feels heavy settling on him, and it takes a lot of effort for Abolish not to squirm. There aren’t many humans who can make him feel like this, but the doctor is certainly one of them. “Why do you ask?”
“Because you’re good at it.” The answer comes too quickly.
Legundo hasn’t moved yet, so Abolish can’t distract himself with thinking of his next move, and now he’s forgotten his last move. Glancing at Pyro, whose thighs quiver with the strain of being held open, and the overlapping marks Legundo has left with the riding crop casually settled in the crook of his elbow, Abolish swallows hard.
“That’s not just a compliment, is it?” A brow arches up Legs’ forehead, and Abolish rolls his eyes a little. Leaning back in his seat, he straightens the cuffs of his sleeves and crosses his legs.
Pyro makes another quiet whimper, and Legundo looks over his shoulder at him.
“Did you have something to add, Pyro?” Legundo asks, teasingly. With the metal plate of the brank keeping their tongue pressed down, all they can answer with is a groan and an impatient squirm.
The rope creaks and Legundo stands up fully to come back over, sinking fingers into Pyro’s hair to pull it back away from his ear. Lips pressed to the shell, he mutters something Abolish can’t quite hear. Pyro huffs a heavy breath and sits up a little straighter. When they try to turn their head to look towards Abolish, past the blinders, Legundo snaps his fingers and points at the far wall. He doesn’t have to scold them with words, and Pyro’s attention snaps back to the swirls of bark and knots in the logs.
He doesn’t stop squirming after that, though, and Abolish has to uncross and recross his legs the other direction.
“Are you asking because you want to know how to do it, Abolish?” Legundo asks from behind Pyro, each hand on either post of the chair.
The riding crop dangles against their chest, brushing a nipple with the rough leather edge. A glob of drool drops from Pyro’s chin, and he watches it slide all the way down their chest and into their belly button and happy trail. Abolish watches their toes curl against the bare wood floor.
The good doctor still hasn’t made his move, and Abolish knows it’s on purpose. Forcing him to make a move– a different sort of move.
Standing slowly so that he doesn’t jostle the table and spill the pieces, his dress shoes across the wooden floor echo in the small cabin. Legundo’s eyes are scrutinizing, sizing Abolish up just like he does during their games. Abolish has learned how their doctor moves across a battlefield, but in turn it means that Legundo has learned how he waits and strikes with efficiency.
A hand lifts, and the weight of the riding crop is, in reality, nothing, but Abolish sinks under it like it weighs like a ton of bricks. Once on his knees, he realizes this is the closest he’s ever been to a cock before. He knows what sex smells like, slick and heady, sweaty and hot, and Pyro smells no different right now. Their cock jumps a little against the crook of their hip when Abolish sets his gloved hands on their spread thighs.
Looking up at Legundo means looking past Pyro, and the dark, blown out pupils threatening to engulf his animal eyes in inky darkness. Abolish has to part his dry lips to catch a breath.
“You’re good at listening, Abolish.” Legundo practically purrs behind Pyro, leaning against the back of the chair to watch. “Start slowly and listen to what Pyro asks for.”
These methods sound questionable at best, but if this is how he does it, then there’s got to be something to it.
Up close, the red splotches from the riding crop are yellowing around the edges, and smeared with the beginnings of purple bruising in the middle. They’ll heal much quicker for Pyro than they would if it were him— not that he’s interested. Simply for comparison. Abolish’s thumb runs over the warmer skin and Pyro groans, a heave of a breath.
“That’s warm, that’s a good sound. They like that. Press a little harder.”
Abolish does as he’s instructed, pressing his thumb into the middle of the most purple of the bruises. Pyro’s legs jerk up as he makes a sharp moan, spittle peppering his chest.
“And that’s hot. That’s pain, which is good, but not something I want you doing. That’s my job, okay?” After a moment of silence, he clears his throat and Abolish looks up quickly, gaze ripped from transfiction on the mottled skin. “Okay?”
“Yes, yes s— doctor.”
Legs’ eyes bear down on him and instead of buckling under the weight, Abolish traces the edge of a couple other marks painted over the inside of Pyro’s thighs. Their skin is pale and soft; cool to the touch but warm where it hurts. He watches their cock out of the corner of his eye like it might strike like a snake, but it doesn’t, and he leans in to press a kiss to one of the bruises.
A barely-there sigh encourages Abolish on, kissing the center, the edges, even so far as to nip and suck a hickie into a place as of yet unclaimed. Pyro squirms and sighs, making the ‘warm’ noises Legundo had mentioned. Exploring more skin eventually gives Abolish pause as he gets higher up Pyro’s thighs.
“Have you ever done this before?” Legundo’s voice makes him jump, having forgotten he was there, keeping watch. Abolish meets his eye and Legundo nods. “Hold the shaft near the base, gently.”
Abolish’s pristine white gloves are still on, and the rasp of fabric, however gentle, makes Pyro squirm and groan. Holding it steady, he suddenly feels stagefright. Legundo leans over their shared captive, the shaft of the riding crop pressing into their throat ever so gently. Right beside their ear, he instructs, “Take it slow. There’s no rush.”
A shiver rattles through both of them and Abolish has to swallow hard before he can tear his eyes away. It’s no wonder he had a high status in the military when he’s clearly so good at commanding others.
Licking his lips, Abolish starts slow, tilting his head to give the side of the shaft kitten licks. Pyro, to his credit, tries not to squirm too much, especially not with the press of the riding crop keeping his head up. With it pressed right under his chin, he can’t look down at Abolish to watch what he’s doing. While Abolish becomes acquainted, he can hear Legundo whispering instructions and biting remarks of disobedience.
By the time Abolish feels ready to actually try this, Pyro is panting and whimpering. Tracking his eyes up their chest, face, and past, Abolish locks eyes with the doctor. “Be careful of your teeth,” Legs nods, as if giving him permission.
His breath is hot on cooling spit slicked skin, and Pyro tries not to squirm, but it’s clearly a concentrated effort. Never one to waste time, Abolish gets to work. He doesn’t know exactly how to be careful of his teeth, but he does what he’s being taught, and listens to Pyro. First his mouth is too open, and nothing but his tongue and top teeth touch, and though it’s barely anything, Pyro freezes up, holding their breath.
“Wrap your lips around your teeth, Abolish.”
Things are much easier after that. He can close his mouth around the head of Pyro’s cock and explore the things that please them. Abolish flicks his tongue against the slit and gets a full heady taste of precum, making him pause to take a few breaths through his nose. It doesn’t taste good so much as it tastes like sex, and sex is good.
Sinking a little farther down the shaft, Abolish’s mouth feels so full already. His tongue cups the bottom of the shaft, drool streaming down Pyro’s dick. It makes his gloves wet, but still wet enough he can stroke and twist the rest of their cock that doesn’t fit in his mouth. Now they’re both a wet, dripping mess. Lifting his head, Abolish sucks at the head before pulling his mouth off entirely to take a breath and compose himself.
“You’re doing great. Isn’t he, Pyro?” Legundo feels miles away, but Pyro answers, teeth clicking against the metal plate and an awkward swallow of too much spit before garbled sound Abolish couldn’t hope to make out. “Are you getting close?” His hips rock as he shifts in the chair and Legs makes a sharp noise, like reprimanding a hound, and Pyro freezes.
It’s not enough to placate the doctor, and the crop moves from its gentle press to their throat, up and away, only to come back down immediately, cracking the flat of the leather against Pyro’s nipple. Pyro jumps hard, the raw ropes biting into their wrists and ankles. The legs of the chair even slam back down against the floor. Despite the way his body reacted, Pyro made no noise. The red mark left behind isn’t as deep as those on their thighs, but it is still obvious as soon as the crop is lifted. Only after it’s pulled back do Pyro’s shoulders relax.
Fixated on the way Pyro moves and the sounds he makes, Abolish misses the words that get whispered against Pyro’s ear. Legundo clearing his throat snaps Abolish to attention. “Keep going, he’s close.”
Abolish wastes no time, covers his teeth, and sinks back down. Pyro doesn’t whine and squirm this time, just heaves breaths and sprays spittle. While he works, Legs instructs more, teaching him how to listen to Pyro’s body. “They’ll tighten up when they’re close. Breaths will quicken.”
Concentrating on the body under his hands and in his mouth, Abolish doesn’t get much more down the shaft than the first time, but his damp gloves help. Pyro doesn’t seem to mind it. Before long, after a heavy swallow, Pyro’s breath starts to shallow out. He keeps at it, swallowing again, the tight pressure seemingly something they really like. Each breath turns into a groan, a whine, a heavy pant against the metal plate lodged in his mouth. His thighs shake and quiver. Abolish’s heart hammers against his ribs.
Everything about Pyro winds and winds and winds tighter, and then all at once snaps. The noise is high, airy, shuddering. After the first gush of cum against his tongue, Abolish pulls back, stroking Pyro through their orgasm. Strings of spit and cum drip down his chin, snapping between his mouth and Pyro’s cock, speckling his nice black coat. It ripples down his shaft and over Abolish’s gloves as they pump until they’ve finished.
All strength oozes out of Pyro then, what little they can muster is used to keep their head up and eyes straight. Legundo is already working on untying Pyro’s wrists when Abolish leans back on his heels. Trying to wipe his mouth just leaves a smear of cum from his glove on his lips.
Legs chuckles and hands him a handkerchief.
“You did so well.” Abolish isn’t sure who he’s talking to, distracted as he is by the mess. He wipes his face with the handkerchief and tries to clean his gloves, but relents and peels them off. Without much thought, he does the polite thing and cleans Pyro up too, even as he groans a little in overstimulation.
The sound of a metal buckle and the creak of leather draws Abolish’s eye. Legundo eases the brank off Pyro’s head. His hair sticks to his head in awkward and endearing ways. When the metal plate is pulled free of his mouth, it’s with a few globs of thick spit that he immediately tries to rub on his shoulder while he takes a few deep, uninhibited breaths.
Pyro is handed a wet cloth rather than a handkerchief, which they use to ease the rope burn on their wrists while Legs uses a second one to clean up their face. Abolish has seen the aftercare before, how gentle it seems, such a stark contrast to the act itself. Being here, between Pyro’s legs, it feels intimate in a way that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Like he’s intruding in ways he hasn’t before, either watching, or even participating now.
When he stands to move back, Legundo hums and offers a hand. Abolish takes it, and gets wound in closer to have his face cleaned up too, like some fussy mother hen. Pyro’s hand finds his, carefully, hesitantly, and Abolish squeezes his fingers in question.
“Have fun?” Pyro croaks, voice shot and mouth gummy.
The question strikes him as odd, scrunching his brows. “Me?”
A gentle huff of a laugh through their nose and Pyro squeezes his fingers again. “Yeah. Did you have fun?” Each word gets punctuated with a smile and a flash of fangs.
Legundo ruffles Pyro’s hair a little, cleaning up their chest and belly. Moving around the two of them, one bare naked, the other dressed to the nines, he presses kisses to their heads. He helps them stand up, and wobble over to the bed. Abolish stands in the middle of the room with the empty chair and feels blank.
Pyro’s eyelids are heavy, but he mutters something to Legundo and looks pointedly across the room. Abolish blinks to reality when Legundo steps closer. Not touching this time, but nearby.
“Stay here tonight, Abolish?”
Moving and turning, he has no arguments, and he feels like he’s standing two feet to the left of where he’s actually standing as they work together to undress him and fold his clothes neatly. Climbing into bed next to Pyro in his underclothes feels like sinking into bliss. The doctor’s bed is no better than his own, but right now, it feels like the most lavish he’s slept in.
Shimmying himself closer, Pyro drapes an arm over Abolish’s waist and butts their foreheads together gently. They breathe the same breaths, and it feels like hours before Abolish speaks up.
“It was fun, yeah.”
Eyes still closed, Pyro smiles, whispering back, “Good.”
Legs cleans the tacky spill on Abolish’s coat, turns the coals over, and puts his chair back at his desk. Rope gets wound and put away with the riding crop, and the brank gets cleaned and put into its trunk. Sitting himself down at his desk, inkwell open and waiting, he takes a moment to look over his shoulder at Abolish and Pyro, now asleep in his bed.
Pen in hand, he smiles, realizing Abolish put him in check before joining them. The scratch of the nib joins the other gentle sounds of an eventful evening.