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“Oh, Kaeya. Oh, Kaeya. Kaeya, fuck me harder.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “In the bar?”
Kaeya shrugged. “Yup. We were upstairs.”
“Mhm,” Lisa said. “And no one heard?”
“Didn’t seem like it,” Kaeya said. “But it was pretty hard to tell with all the, y’know, activity going on.”
Lisa sighed. “You are so full of shit.”
“Prove it,” Kaeya said.
“If Jean wouldn’t murder me I might do it just to finally shut you up.”
Kaeya waggled his eyebrows. Lisa couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk. Ridiculous as Kaeya’s boasting was, anything was better than mingling at yet another function for the Knights of Favonius. Sycophants and hangers on filled the normally quiet halls of the Order’s headquarters, making their biannual petitions. Jean said it was a way to “connect with the public” and “demystify the institution,” but all it meant for Lisa was an insufferable evening of smiling at rich folks and merchants and dignitaries and anyone else who wanted something from the Knights.
At least Kaeya hated it just as much as her.
They loitered at the rear of the gathering, near the stairwell that led to the higher floors of the headquarters. Kaeya sipped some of the wine on offer, wine likely provided (reluctantly) by Diluc Ragnvindr himself.
Lisa held out a hand. “Share,” she said.
Kaeya handed over his wine and Lisa took a hearty swig. The alcohol burned, but it couldn’t quite take the edge off this miserable event, not without quite a lot more of the stuff.
To make matters worse, Jean would be busy all night. There was no prying the Acting Grand Master herself away from this kind of event. She’d be in high demand, attempting to address every petition personally.
“OK, my turn,” Lisa said. “So, you know how there’s that chip on the corner of Jean’s desk? Well, this one time...”
“No way,” Kaeya said.
“She was bent over her desk and actually gripped it hard enough to break the corner off,” Lisa said.
“There is absolutely no chance Jean let you fuck her in her office,” Kaeya said.
“There is,” Lisa said. “I was there. Fucking her.”
“I need way more wine to buy a story like that.” Kaeya went to retrieve his glass from Lisa, but his hand froze on hers. “Well, hot damn...” he murmured.
Lisa followed his gaze toward the far end of the long, vaulted entry chamber where the Knights were entertaining their many guests. It was difficult to see through the crush of people, but that tuft of red hair was absolutely unmistakable.
“Well, well,” Lisa said.
Kaeya was grinning like a cat. “Looks like my night just got a whole lot more interesting.”
He started off, but Lisa grabbed him by the back of his jacket. “Oh no. You’re not leaving me to suffer alone.”
“A much more pressing duty calls,” Kaeya said.
“Absolutely not,” Lisa said. “Do you actually think Diluc will sneak off with you at a function like this? I’m sure he’s here for some purpose. He wouldn’t dare set foot around the Knights without a damn good reason.”
“Challenge accepted,” Kaeya said.
“What?”
“Challenge accepted,” Kaeya repeated. “I’m going to go prove you wrong right now. Give me 10 minutes and then listen for the moans coming from my office. That’s where I keep the good stuff.” He winked.
It took an effort not to roll her eyes. “You are ridiculous. You don’t think I actually believe your stories, do you?”
“Believe them or don’t,” Kaeya said. “Won’t make a difference to me when I’m getting laid instead of standing around this dumb party.”
He tried to leave her again and Lisa tugged harder on his clothing.
“Fine,” Kaeya said. “Let’s make it a contest then.”
“Excuse me?” Lisa said.
“You’re always telling me how Jean just falls apart for you,” Kaeya said. “How she melts into a soft pile of mush. I believe that about as much as you believe me. So let’s put our theories to the test. First one to actually leave here and get some action wins. Use my office for all I care. As I said, it’s well stocked.”
Lisa hesitated. In that brief pause, she knew all was lost. She should have immediately turned down the outrageous offer, should have told Kaeya what a fool he was being and left him to his own destruction. Instead, she knocked back the rest of the wine, set the cup aside and said, “You’re on.”
Kaeya smirked.
#
Kaeya wove through the party, struggling not to rush. Nervous fluttering batted at his chest, but he tried not to let it show in the smiles he flashed for the Knights’ guests. The title of Cavalry Captain made him unfortunately popular at an event like this. More than once, someone stopped him to introduce themselves and make their pitch. Kaeya smiled and nodded, not hearing a word, scanning the crowd for that spark of fiery hair.
He began to despair that it had just been a delusion born of hope when he caught another flash of red, like a beacon in the dark. No mistaking it this time. Kaeya pulled free of a handshake that had already lingered far too long, offered his apologies and slipped away before the merchant talking at him could do more than stutter. Jean might be mad at him later, but that was a problem for future-Kaeya. Unless Lisa made good on her bragging and actually dragged the Acting Grand Master away.
Guess he’d find out later.
For now, he dashed back into the throng, weaving between bodies, brushing off every greeting and pat on the shoulder. Kaeya remained single-minded in his pursuit until he burst from the thick of the crowd and found Diluc leaning against a wall.
The shadows did little to conceal him, much as he may have wished otherwise. Diluc stood out despite his best intentions, bright as a flame in the dark, beautiful and deadly as a naked blade. He scowled, arms folded over his chest, and glowered at the party. When Kaeya approached, his mouth pressed into an even tighter line.
“Look who decided to visit,” Kaeya said.
“I’m busy,” Diluc said.
Kaeya put a hand against the wall beside Diluc and leaned in to block the rest of the party and create a private, quiet pocket of space just for them. “You don’t look busy,” he said.
“I did not come here for pleasure, Kaeya,” Diluc said.
“Feel like changing that?”
Even in the gloom, Kaeya spied the heat that rose in Diluc’s face. He bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smirking.
“This isn’t a game,” Diluc said. “I came here with a purpose.”
“Oh? You could have just asked me if you needed help.”
“Tch,” Diluc said. “You hardly attend to your duties. I’m certainly not going to petition you for something I actually need.”
“Try me,” Kaeya said. He set a finger under Diluc’s chin, a light touch, but Diluc moved his head at Kaeya’s gentle insistence. A good sign.
“The road beyond Mondstadt – across the river,” Diluc said. “It’s a mess. Half of my shipments aren’t getting through or are arriving at their destinations with significant damage. I can’t get supplies or ship orders this way. What are the Knights doing if you’re not even securing the roads?”
Kaeya stroked his thumb over Diluc’s chin. “Ah, that’s an easy one, Firebug. I’ll tell Jean. She’ll have parties out there by tomorrow. You’ll have your roads cleared up in no time. See? Easy. All you had to do was ask.”
“You’re assuming I believe you,” Diluc said.
Kaeya slipped his hand along Diluc’s jaw, sliding in a little closer. “No, I’m assuming you trust me.”
“And why would I do that?” Diluc glared, yet he did not pull away from Kaeya’s touch.
Kaeya leaned in for the kill, mouth right at Diluc’s ear. “Because I can clear that road for you and take you away from this miserable function.”
Diluc drew a shaky breath. “Kaeya,” he said, half a warning, half a plea.
“You don’t want to be here any more than I do,” Kaeya said.
“You belong to the Order,” Diluc said. “It’s inappropriate.”
“What’s so bad about giving a concerned citizen a private audience in my office, hm?” Kaeya said. He kept his mouth near Diluc’s ear, ensuring each word oozed down his throat.
Diluc’s hands fluttered to the deep V baring part of Kaeya’s chest. Still, he said, “I should speak with Jean. I should...”
“I’m a captain,” Kaeya said. “Come on, speak with me. I take your concerns very seriously. In fact, I can’t wait to hear your voice.”
“You’re incorrigible,” Diluc said.
Kaeya finally pulled away from that besieged ear. He found Diluc’s face glowing. This time, he leaned for Diluc’s mouth, but stopped just short, so close he could taste the heat of Diluc’s breath while denying Diluc his lips.
“Petition me, Master Ragnvindr,” Kaeya said. “I’ll get you your damn road. And perhaps something a bit more, first.”
Kaeya pushed away from the wall, abruptly creating space between them. It was the final shove, the final punch to leave Diluc reeling.
Diluc reclined against the wall, his arms slack, lips softly parted.
Kaeya took his chance, turning and walking away without looking back. A moment later, footsteps sounded behind him.
#
Lisa stormed away from Kaeya. That snake melded instantly into the party, his prey in sight, but Lisa would not lose to him. Kaeya could be charming – at first. The slick act got old quickly, however, and Diluc had more practice rolling his eyes at it than anyone else in Teyvat.
Be strong, Diluc.
She found Jean speaking with a group of diplomats. They clustered around her like crows squabbling over something shiny. More waited in the wings, eager for the Acting Grand Master’s attention.
Lisa certainly had competition tonight.
She glanced over her shoulder and spotted Kaeya talking to a merchant of some sort. Good. That would delay him and give her a chance.
The ring of diplomats around Jean tightened, as though sensing Lisa’s presence. One wore black and gold and carried a stack of paperwork – clearly he came from Liyue. Another shouted over that man – a woman Lisa thought she recognized from around Mondstadt. The others seemed like attendants or assistants of these two warring parties.
“The Order serves Mondstadt,” the woman was saying.
“This is a concern for all of Teyvat,” the man said. “Not merely Mondstadt. I’m sure the Acting Grand Master appreciates that.”
“The Acting Grand Master cannot spread her forces so thin throughout the whole of Teyvat,” the woman said.
They went on speaking for and over Jean. Lisa watched Jean’s mouth tighten into a thinner and thinner line. She flinched the instant before Jean spoke.
“Enough,” Jean snapped. It was not especially loud, yet both diplomats instantly fell silent. “What is or is not the concern of the Knights of Favonius is mine to determine and not either of yours. Furthermore, unless I am grievously betrayed by my own knights, neither of you know the precise number or location of members of this order and therefore have no authority to speak on whether we are ‘spread thin’ or not.”
The diplomats babbled apologies and excuses. Lisa dove for the opening their fumbling created.
She pushed through the cluster of petitioners, placing herself between them and Jean.
“Acting Grand Master,” Lisa said, “I’m so glad I found you. I must speak with you immediately.”
“What is it, Lisa?” Jean said.
Lisa shot a look back at the onlookers. “It is a matter better discussed in private, I’m afraid.”
Jean narrowed her eyes slightly, but, as Lisa suspected, she was worn down enough to accept the easy out and follow when Lisa led her away from the bustle of the crowd. They slipped toward a side stairwell. A few stares followed them, but as they walked up to the first landing, mostly hidden from view, the curious eyes retreated.
Jean sighed once they were alone. Lisa smiled.
“Looked like you could use a break, darling,” Lisa said.
“You have no idea,” Jean said. “They’re like vultures circling a kill.”
“They always are,” Lisa said. “I’m sorry. I wish I could talk to them on your behalf.”
Jean shrugged. “No one but the Acting Grand Master will do, of course. They do not believe me no matter how many times I tell them that any of the captains could hear their petitions.”
Lisa stepped closer, taking both of Jean’s hands in hers and squeezing. “That’s because you’re the best, my love.”
“I’m just the one they put in charge.”
“With good reason,” Lisa said. She slid her hands up Jean’s arms to her shoulders. “I mean, you’re strong. You’re smart. You’re capable.” She moved her hands to Jean’s neck, then cupped her face. “You’re stunning. Who wouldn’t want your attention?”
Jean cast her eyes aside, lips twisting. “I’m sure no one but you is thinking that.”
“Oh, I wish that were true,” Lisa said. “I wish I got to keep you all to myself and never worry that anyone would try to steal you away. Sadly, it simply isn’t true.”
The smile broke free of Jean’s control, easing the exhaustion and stress on her face. “Lisa...”
“I’m serious,” Lisa said. She pressed in a little closer, testing, cautious, but Jean did not retreat. “I wonder every day when someone will snatch you up.”
Jean slid her hands around Lisa’s waist. “That’s never going to happen.”
“I certainly hope not.”
Lisa leaned in, pressing her mouth against Jean’s, easing her lips open as the tension bled out of them. Despite all of her hard angles, Jean could be remarkably soft in the right mood and the right places. Her hands tightened on Lisa’s hips, just a flicker, but it was enough for Lisa to know she’d won.
She pulled just far enough away to say, “Come with me.”
“I couldn’t,” Jean said. “There are still so many people who wish to speak with me.”
“Let your captains handle it,” Lisa said. “You just told me how capable they are, how these people need to understand that they don’t need to bring every little problem and quarrel to you. Let them fend for themselves.”
Jean hesitated. Lisa swept in, kissing her again to hide her smirk.
“I won’t take long,” Lisa said, each word hot against Jean’s mouth.
Jean paused, chewing at her bottom lip. “Not my office,” she finally said. “You know what happened last time.”
“Don’t worry,” Lisa said. “I know a place.”
#
By the time Kaeya and Diluc stumbled into Kaeya’s office, mouths entangled, the room was already occupied.
Someone gasped and Diluc jerked away from Kaeya. Jean had her hands planted on Kaeya’s desk. For a moment, it seemed like she was alone. Then Lisa stood up behind her, wiping at the back of her mouth.
“I win,” Lisa said.
“You absolutely do not win,” Kaeya said.
“It was first to leave, Kaeya,” Lisa said. “And clearly I’ve had a head start.”
“That doesn’t mean you left first,” Kaeya said. “It just means you got here first.”
“Darling, I can’t exactly prove I left first,” Lisa said, planting her hands on her hips. “But the best evidence I have is right here before you.”
That “evidence” was looking less shocked and more angry with each passing moment. Jean hiked her pants back up, glaring between Lisa and Kaeya.
“Lisa,” she said, a note of danger threaded through her voice.
“Oh, darling, don’t worry about it,” Lisa said. “Just a little contest Kaeya and I had going on. A friendly wager. It’s nothing.”
“A friendly wager,” Jean said, biting out each word.
Diluc looked nearly as furious. He lunged for the exit and Kaeya blocked his way, locking the door behind him as he barred Diluc from storming out.
“It was just a joke,” Kaeya said.
“A joke,” Diluc said.
Kaeya really wished he and Jean would stop repeating everything in that “I’m going to kill you” tone. The opportunity to salvage this was slipping between Kaeya’s fingers.
“It was stupid,” Kaeya said. “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“I will not be made a fool,” Diluc said. “I came here for a purpose.”
“And look! I brought you right to Jean. Why don’t we all just relax?” Kaeya said. He bustled to one of the shelves in his office and dragged down a bottle. “Look, Luc, one of your best. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”
“I don’t even drink,” Diluc grumbled.
Lisa swiped the bottle out of Kaeya’s hold. “I sure do.” She popped the cork and took a swig, not even bothering with a glass, then passed the bottle back to Kaeya, who followed her lead.
“See?” Kaeya said. “Just … just four friends who got tired of an insufferable, stuffy party. Now, if we all just stay here none of us have to suffer another diplomat or merchant the rest of the night.”
Diluc still pressed his lips into a bloodless line, but Jean looked more tempted by Kaeya’s every word. She reached for the bottle, taking a swig when Kaeya offered it.
“As for other matters,” Kaeya said, with a heavy look for Lisa, “I apologize most sincerely for interrupting you, but don’t stop on our account.” He lowered his voice and shielded his mouth with his hand, though it was obvious to all Diluc could still hear him. “With any luck I’ll be similarly occupied soon enough.”
Diluc’s glare hardened and he went for the door. Kaeya was grateful all over again he’d thought to lock it. It paused Diluc just long enough that Kaeya could get in his way.
“Hey, there’s no need to storm out,” Kaeya said. “I’m just joking of course. It’s nothing.”
“Kaeya,” Diluc warned.
“What? You can’t deny things were headed that way before this little interruption.” Kaeya smiled, brushing his fingers against Diluc’s cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
Diluc shivered under his touch and hope welled up in Kaeya’s chest. “They’re in here with us,” Diluc muttered.
“So?” Kaeya said. “They’ll be busy. We’ll be busy. We’re all adults. No one cares.”
“I certainly care about … doing that right in front of Jean and Lisa.”
“You’re so cute when you get shy, Sunshine,” Kaeya said.
“Kaeya, I’m serious.”
“I don’t think they care,” Kaeya said with a smirk.
Diluc turned to follow his gaze to where Jean sat on Kaeya’s desk with Lisa between her knees. Jean was cupping Lisa’s chest, apparently licking wine right off her tits.
Diluc’s eyelids fluttered through rapid blinks. Kaeya tugged him closer by the front his jacket.
“See?” Kaeya said. “Everything’s fine. Just relax.”
Diluc may or may not have been entirely convinced by that, but either way he did not pull away when Kaeya kissed him, nor even when Kaeya slotted a leg between his knees and nudged gently upward. He murmured into Kaeya’s mouth, hands flying to Kaeya’s shoulders, but Diluc did not shove him away either.
“Kaeya, darling, don’t be shy,” Lisa called, voice breathy.
This was certainly not how Kaeya had envisioned their competition ending, but he had no complaints about it either. He tugged Diluc along, walking backwards until his desk hit the backs of his legs and he hopped up onto it.
“That’s better,” Lisa said. Jean was still buried in her tits, as single-minded in this task as she was in everything else she did. Lisa absently stroked her hair. “Why don’t we call this a draw, hm? We all win, yes?”
“I don’t hate the sound of that,” Kaeya said.
Lisa slipped her fingers into the tail of hair hanging over Kaeya’s shoulder and down his chest, tugging him to her mouth.
As long as they’d been friends, they’d never kissed, never been intimate beyond what ordinary, platonic friends would. Yet it did not feel strange to have her mouth pressed against his or her fingers in his hair. They’d swapped wild stories so many times that her tongue in his mouth hardly came as a surprise, even as it sent shivers rippling down his spine.
Lisa pulled away. “Now,” she said, “I do believe you said that this is where you keep the ‘good stuff.’”
“Oh, it’s, uh, yeah. The bottom cabinet there.” Kaeya nodded toward a shelf against the wall.
Lisa extracted herself from her girlfriend’s intense attentions and headed for the cabinet.
Diluc tugged on Kaeya’s shirt. “What does she mean by that exactly?”
“It’s nothing,” Kaeya said. “Don’t worry. It’s just some stuff I have around, you know, in case the need should arise.”
“And what need exactly are you—”
A crack interrupted him. Lisa smacked her palm a second time with a short leather whip. “Oh, now this seems fun.”
Diluc flushed up to his ears. “You keep that here? Kaeya—”
“I know, I know,” Kaeya said.
“Oh my,” Lisa murmured. She tossed leather cuffs out of the cabinet. A flogger followed. A paddle. Bottles of oil. Blindfolds. An assortment of dildos in all shapes and sizes. “Well, you truly do keep the good stuff here. I suppose you weren’t lying after all. Which is your favorite, Diluc?”
Diluc went nearly as red as his hair. Kaeya grabbed his jacket before he could squirm away.
“Don’t worry about her,” Kaeya said. He covered Diluc’s protests with his mouth, holding Diluc close until some of the tension seeped out of his bunched up shoulders. Kaeya wrapped his legs around Diluc, pulling him to the edge of the desk.
Diluc yelped into Kaeya’s mouth.
Kaeya broke the kiss to find Lisa behind Diluc, tugging the tie out of his hair so that fiery mane spilled down his back like autumn leaves blown out of a tree.
“Master Diluc,” Lisa said, “you have such lovely hair. A shame to keep it bundled up all the time.”
Then she drew him to her mouth and all Kaeya could do was watch as they kissed, Diluc still between Kaeya’s legs. Kaeya swallowed. Lisa’s hands were bold on Diluc, slipping his jacket off and loosening the tie around his neck. She even guided his hands to her chest, directing him to squeeze until she moaned into his mouth.
“Strong hands,” she murmured.
Diluc merely panted, lips and face flushed, hair falling around him, hands frozen on Lisa’s chest.
Jean slid up behind Lisa, arms encircling Lisa’s waist while Jean kissed up her neck. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me in favor of some stinking man,” Jean said.
“Of course not, my dear,” Lisa said. “I couldn’t help a little curiosity, though.”
“Mm, are you done being curious?” Jean said.
Lisa eased Diluc’s hands off her, turning in Jean’s hold. “I could be.” Her eyes flickered to the objects arrayed on the floor.
“Come on,” Jean said, dragging Lisa with her toward the toys.
Diluc was still standing there stunned, watching the women mutely. Kaeya took him by the chin to steer his gaze. His mouth remained parted. His eyes glazed over. He watched Kaeya as intently as he’d watched Jean and Lisa moments before.
Kaeya pulled him in before the moment could pass, pressing their mouths together. His hands snuck downward meanwhile, tugging at belts and buttons, loosening whatever he could find so that the next time they parted, he could finally get Diluc out of all this ridiculous clothing.
A shriek drew their attention.
Lisa was on all fours on the floor, her dress and hat gone, entirely nude. And Jean knelt behind her, drawing back a paddle before smacking it against Lisa’s ass with a crack. Lisa shrieked with delight, shivering, her ass bright pink.
Diluc was transfixed. Kaeya smirked, sliding off the desk, tugging Diluc along.
Diluc seemed about to protest, so Kaeya set a finger over his lips. Then, he simply began undressing, standing purposely close to Diluc as he discarded everything. Diluc’s eyes raked up and down him. Kaeya gave him a final peck, then he got on the floor beside Lisa, mirroring her posture on all fours.
Lisa’s breath rasped as she spoke. “Jean, you may need to share.”
Kaeya couldn’t see what went on behind him, but he heard the shuffling, the little mumble of acknowledgment, then a thick silence, a brush of air and — crack. Kaeya’s whole ass stung, the pain sizzling through his body like crackles of fire. He gasped, shifted into it, and Diluc gave him another on the opposite cheek.
He only got two. Then the paddle returned to Jean, who smacked Lisa again. Lisa moaned, hitching forward. She closed her eyes, rocking through the sensation, nipples nearly as bright as her ass in testament to her enjoyment. And though Kaeya had never thought he’d see his closest friend this way, it was a sight to behold.
She caught him looking after her two smacks and smirked at him, leaning over so they could kiss as Diluc regained the paddle. The next strike hurt even more than the first, striking previously bruised skin. Kaeya moaned into Lisa’s mouth and she pressed harder against him, drinking down his groans.
After the second strike, Kaeya was too breathless to keep on kissing her. He broke away, lowering his head with his ass still in the air. His cock strained toward his belly, hard just from the paddling.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “That’s good. That’s really good.”
Diluc might have been about to do it again. The silence had that sort of weight to it. But Jean said, “That’s enough. I still need him to be able to ride. He’s the Cavalry Captain, after all.”
Kaeya whined at being denied, but knew better than to actually complain. This situation was improbable enough already; he and Lisa were holding it together by a thin thread. He dared not break it.
Diluc flipped Kaeya over onto his back then and Kaeya was infinitely grateful for the carpet he’d wasted far too much Ordo Favonius coin on. It was plush beneath him, gentle on his bruised and stinging skin.
Lisa lay on her back beside him, Jean and Diluc kneeling over them.
“What should we do with them?” Diluc said.
“Mmm,” Jean said, eyes narrowing. “They did interrupt an official function for this ridiculous bet of theirs. And they got both of us involved under false pretenses.”
“We ought to leave them like this,” Diluc said.
Kaeya and Lisa both whined at that suggestion.
“No,” Jean said. “I think we can do worse than that.”
Kaeya shivered at those words. He knew every toy in that cabinet of his; he feared to know what Jean considered “worse.”
“You two,” Jean said, looking down on Kaeya and Lisa. “Stay. Do not move. At all. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” they both said.
“Come, Master Diluc.”
Jean and Diluc vanished. Kaeya could turn his head and see what they were up to, but he feared to disobey Jean’s order even that much. His cock was still hard from the mere idea of what Jean might have planned. The sound of her and Diluc rummaging through his toys and devices only ratcheted up the anticipation.
“Not that one,” Diluc said and Kaeya quivered from the effort of not sneaking a look.
Lisa huffed beside him. He just caught the motion of her hand out of the corner of his eye as her fingers glided over her clit.
Kaeya followed her lead, taking himself in hand as Diluc and Jean conferred.
“Yes, that one will do,” Diluc said.
“And this?” Jean said.
“Yes. Also that one.”
“What about...” Jean said.
“Tempting,” Diluc said, “but not this time. Let’s leave it at this.”
A sigh. “Very well.”
“Don’t forget the oil,” Diluc said. “We’ll need a lot.”
Kaeya’s hand tightened on his own cock at the threat and promise behind Diluc’s words. The shuffling ended as Jean and Diluc apparently stood. Then sighs breezed over Lisa and Kaeya.
“They couldn’t even wait that long,” Jean said. “Look at them.”
“All the more reason to do this properly,” Diluc said. “Up,” he commanded. “Hands and knees.”
Lisa and Kaeya both flew to comply.
“Face each other,” Diluc said.
They turned to do so and Diluc knelt beside them. He had something in his hand, but Kaeya couldn’t quite tell what it was without turning his head. When and how Diluc had gone from blushing and unsure to commanding the situation alongside Jean, Kaeya didn’t know, but that control was unmistakable as Diluc surveyed Kaeya and Lisa before him.
“Open your mouths,” Diluc said.
They did and Diluc fit one end of a particularly girthy toy into Kaeya’s mouth. He pushed it deep enough that Kaeya had to breathe through his nose to keep from choking, yet plenty still jutted out. Then, Diluc directed Lisa onto the other end, so they both perched there with part of the toy stuffed in their mouth.
“You will keep that in there,” Diluc said. “No matter what happens. It will not come out. It will not touch the floor. Do you understand? Breathe through your nose and keep it in.”
Kaeya and Lisa nodded as best they could and Diluc backed off, apparently satisfied.
“That should at least keep them from speaking,” Diluc said.
Jean huffed. “I’m sure they’ll try anyway.”
“Not if we do our jobs properly,” Diluc said.
Kaeya shivered. The toy in his mouth was already making him drool and now Jean and Diluc disappeared from view, clothing shuffling. He knew they’d brought more than just the thing shoved in Kaeya and Lisa’s mouths, but what else, and how big, Kaeya could only guess.
More cloth rustled. Diluc tied a blindfold over Kaeya’s eyes and, judging from the squeak of surprise across from him, Jean did the same to Lisa. Now they were cut off in two ways, blinded as well as silenced.
Lisa murmured and Jean said, “Shh, just stay like that now. You two wanted this, didn’t you?”
They certainly had, but Kaeya was willing to bet Lisa was just as surprised as him by the turn the night had taken.
And then they got a bigger surprise.
Kaeya jerked at the same moment Lisa did, that toy muffling their yelps. Something … sizable rubbed against Kaeya’s ass. It was too cool and ridged and strange to be Diluc, which could only mean that he and Jean had found some of Kaeya’s more elaborate toys in that cabinet.
Diluc rubbed it along Kaeya’s ass and Jean likely did the same to Lisa, if the sound of Lisa’s murmurs were anything to go by.
“You’re shivering,” Diluc said. “I presume you’re just that excited, yes? Surely you purchased this thing with the intent to use it.”
Kaeya certainly had, but he only had a single experience with the freaking log in Diluc’s hand and that had been a solitary exploration.
“Don’t worry,” Diluc said. “I plan to take this slow.”
Kaeya swallowed around the toy in his mouth, not at all comforted.
Oil spilled down his ass. Diluc rubbed it around, fingers moving just as slowly as promised. Despite his anticipation, heat simmered in Kaeya’s belly at Diluc’s touch as deft fingers teased the tight ring of muscle Diluc intended to coax open.
“Already wet,” Jean said from behind Lisa. “Good.”
She did something that caused Lisa to moan and surge forward, driving that toy a little deeper into Kaeya’s mouth. Lisa started to rock, dragging the toy with her, pumping it in both of their mouths.
Diluc stroked a hand along Kaeya’s spine, encouraging him to join Lisa’s rhythm. Soon, they moved in tandem, keeping that toy between them as their partners worked deviously behind them. Diluc did more than merely rub now, pressing against Kaeya’s rim, teasing the tingling nerves as he threatened to plunge inside.
Kaeya whined, begging as best he could for Diluc to make good on his promises.
“Go on,” Jean said. “We don’t want him to get left behind. Lisa is already nearly ready.”
“Oh, he won’t fall behind,” Diluc said. “It doesn’t take much.”
As though to prove his point, two fingers wriggled into Kaeya and Kaeya moaned around the toy, curling his back. He bit at the object in his mouth, needing to do more than merely rock as Diluc worked inside him, fingers massaging deep to open him.
“You two are doing so well,” Jean said. “Ready to take a little more?”
Kaeya would have very much liked to argue with her definition of “a little,” but he couldn’t with that toy in his mouth. Besides, Lisa groaned rapturously, answering in the affirmative for both of them. He could only imagine that Jean’s fingers were buried as deep in her as Diluc’s were in him, pumping and prying to pour heat into Lisa’s body and ready her for what was to come.
Diluc’s fingers withdrew. Lisa sucked in a breath. She was probably empty and aching too, trembling with the knowledge of what Jean had planned. Kaeya wished he could see her, wished he could see any of them, but Diluc and Jean left them both in the dark, having to guess at the sounds around them. A thrum tingled in Kaeya’s gut, excitement stirred in with anticipation to create a tingling, bubbling stew of expectation.
Diluc pressed the dildo against him.
Kaeya gasped and, a moment later, so did Lisa. Jean and Diluc moved oddly in sync, Kaeya assumed, teasing with the same slow insistence. The toy nudged and prodded, not making it very far yet. Diluc added more oil and spread Kaeya with his fingers, then tried again.
“’s ‘ig,” Kaeya groaned as the tip of the toy stretched him.
“Shh,” Diluc said. “I know it’s big, but you can take it.”
Something about Diluc’s confidence made Kaeya want to believe as well. Even behind the blindfold, he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself open as the toy pushed against him, blunt and heavy. The stretch began to burn, but Diluc just kept going and soon pressure filled Kaeya as the toy slid inside.
“Hhhnnn,” he moaned around the object in his mouth.
“Mm,” Diluc said. And he pushed more in.
Kaeya curled his back, tilting his hips, taking the toy inch by inch. His ass clenched around the intrusion. Kaeya drooled as he sucked in heavy breaths and willed himself to relax and push back.
Kaeya nearly thought he’d managed it – then more came. And more. And ridges bumped against him. The damn thing just kept going, though perhaps that was thanks to how infuriatingly slowly Diluc inserted it.
Diluc left it there when it was finally inside.
“They look nice like this,” Diluc mused.
“They do,” Jean said. “I suppose they were right all along – we should just relax and enjoy this. Would you two like that? Would you like us to enjoy ourselves?”
Kaeya and Lisa groaned around the toy in their mouths.
“Is that a yes?” Diluc said.
“It’s close enough,” Jean said, low and quiet, dark. Kaeya swallowed.
“Very well,” Diluc said, just as raspy.
Kaeya had only just managed to adjust to that thing in his ass, then Diluc started to move it. Lisa yelped first, crying out from whatever Jean was doing to her. Kaeya’s voice soon followed, a low moan shoved out of him by Diluc dragging the toy back only to shove it in again. It ground against Kaeya’s walls and over his prostate, a burst of stimulation his body couldn’t quite untangle just yet.
It left him grateful for the gag and the blindfold. Cut off from some of his senses, Kaeya’s world narrowed to Diluc’s ministrations. They jolted him forward and his lips slid along the toy in his mouth. It slipped between him and Lisa, slick with their saliva as they groaned around it. Sometimes it went deep, threatening to choke Kaeya; sometimes Lisa took so much of it Kaeya was scared it would fall out of him entirely.
Diluc slapped Kaeya on the ass as though calling his attention back only to him. It stung, layered over those earlier strikes, and brought Kaeya back to the intrusion Diluc insisted on shoving deeper inside him. Diluc wriggled it, not quite a thrust, but even that made it grind around inside Kaeya.
He nearly lost the toy in his mouth moaning at that. Diluc wielded that thing inside Kaeya as though he’d used it on him a thousand times; he hadn’t even used it once. Kaeya had hidden it, thinking he’d need to conceal it until some far-flung future. It seemed he was wrong.
“You like that,” Jean said. It wasn’t a question.
“Mmm mmm,” Lisa said anyway.
“Yeah, I can tell you like that,” Jean said. “Your toes are curling already.”
Lisa nearly shrieked and Jean said, “Ticklish, are we?”
It sounded like Lisa was either being tortured or driven to the best orgasm of her life. Perhaps both. She bucked, jerking around the dildo she and Kaeya shared. High moans squeezed around it, louder with each breath.
Kaeya was barely keeping up. Diluc seemed to have a longer plan in mind for him, one that involved taunting him until he couldn’t take even one more moment of slow, careful attention. Kaeya hitched his hips back, trying to get more, trying to get Diluc to move faster, but Diluc just spanked him again, a sharp crack on that bruised, sore skin.
The pain sparked through Kaeya, bright and brilliant, scorching every nerve not already frayed to tatters. He moaned, arching his back, wriggling on the dildo in his ass. Everywhere he went he found more – more heat, more pressure, more everything.
“’uc,” he moaned, unsure whether he was trying to call out for Diluc or curse the barrage of sensation barreling through him.
Diluc huffed, a harsh breath. Finally, his hand sped up. What he surrendered in grace and technique he more than up for in raw power. Diluc fucked the dildo hard into Kaeya, pounding it into his ass with relentless strokes.
The drool flowed freely now. Kaeya could not stop it as he moaned and gasped, filled in both ends. Diluc slammed the toy into him so swiftly Kaeya never found any chance for a reprieve. Even with a blindfold on, his eyes rolled back, pops of color sparking before him.
“Uh uh uh,” Kaeya moaned. Was he even attempting to produce words anymore? He no longer knew. The sounds poured out of him on their own, knocked out of his chest by each of Diluc’s punishing thrusts.
“Oh, he’s shaking, Diluc,” Jean said, mockery thick in her voice.
“So is Lisa,” Diluc retorted.
“Think they’ll last?” Jean said.
“They have to.” His words fell like a gavel banging down, leaving no room for argument. Kaeya might have complained that his arms felt hollow and his knees ached, he might have pointed out that Lisa now leaned forward, her forehead pressed against Kaeya’s as though she was using him for support, but he doubted he’d find a sympathetic audience.
“Hhhh,” Lisa moaned.
“Good girl,” Jean said. “Just a bit more.”
Lisa babbled something else, but even from so close he could feel her harsh breaths Kaeya could not discern it.
Diluc reached around Kaeya, a single finger stroking along his cock, and Kaeya nearly lost it then and there. His cry rang out as high as Lisa’s, body curling around this new pleasure. Diluc huffed a laugh, then took Kaeya properly in hand.
Kaeya desperately wished he could lower to the floor. The effort to remain propped up on his arms suddenly seemed outrageous. Diluc pumped both the toy and Kaeya, overloading Kaeya’s besieged senses. With the blindfold on, there was little else for Kaeya to focus on. All he could do was writhe and moan and sway in time with Diluc’s desperately effective attacks.
Diluc tightened his hand, pausing Kaeya for just a beat, one delirious, painful, delicious beat, then he relented, stroking as he shoved that toy in deep.
The world flared with color behind the blindfold.
Kaeya tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, not caring what happened to the toy in his mouth as he moaned at the ceiling of his office. His arms shook like skeletal tree branches battered in a storm. He gushed over Diluc’s hand, wave after wave crashing out of him like his entire life force was escaping in this one thunderous orgasm. His ass clenched and unclenched around that toy, the muscle spasming as everything released at once.
Even when it passed, Diluc did not let him go. He eased the toy out, but held Kaeya by the hips, keeping him up while he whined.
“You have to wait for Lisa,” Diluc said.
Kaeya moaned in distress, but Diluc just went on holding him.
“Shh,” Diluc said. “It won’t be long now.”
He was right, thank all the Archons. Lisa panted before going abruptly silent for one trembling breath. Then she moaned high and long. From the toy they shared in their mouths, Kaeya could feel the way she trembled, the way her whole body shook as her pleasure hit.
Then, blessedly, Diluc and Jean let them both sink down to the floor. They did not remove the toy in their mouths, though.
The blindfolds came off first. Kaeya found himself lying on his side facing Lisa, whose eyes were glazed over with lingering lust. She gazed right through him, eyelids heavy and hair splayed around her. Kaeya was sure he was in a similar state.
Rustling drew Kaeya’s attention up. From the corner of his eye, he could just make out Diluc and Jean doing something with their clothing. He nearly cringed. More? He wasn’t sure if his body could handle more.
Jean knelt down and eased the toy out of Kaeya and Lisa’s mouths at last. Kaeya moved his sore jaw, achy from being held open so long.
“It was remarkable seeing just what you two could accomplish when your mouths were occupied,” Jean said. “Don’t think your work is done, however. We didn’t stretch you for no reason.”
Kaeya could do little but blink up at her, at least until Diluc rolled him onto his back. Jean did the same to Lisa, who only got to share one brief blink with Keaya before Jean crouched over her face, her bare thighs obscuring Lisa’s vision.
Lisa reached up immediately, clinging to Jean’s thighs. Jean rocked over her face.
“That’s it,” Jean said. “What a good girl.”
“Mmhhh,” Lisa moaned around her pussy.
Diluc took Kaeya by the chin to drag his attention away. Kaeya gaped when he found a cock in his face, but dutifully took it in his mouth. Diluc groaned and pressed forward, pushing deeper into Kaeya’s mouth.
After all that time with that toy hitting his throat, a cock seemed like nothing. Kaeya gripped Diluc by the thighs and sucked as Diluc fucked into his mouth, flicking his tongue out as well. Diluc grunted, plunging deeper, but even that couldn’t gag Kaeya at this point. He submitted, giving Diluc whatever he needed, content to bring Diluc down into a similar state of warm, hazy bliss.
It did not take long before Diluc was tugging on Kaeya’s hair and holding deep to spill down his throat. Keaya murmured as he took it, letting it slide down warm and thick.
Diluc crawled off quickly – he was never one to overindulge – and flopped onto the carpet beside Kaeya. Kaeya felt for Diluc’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they lay there recovering. Somewhere beside them, hazy and muffled, Jean cried out and soon she and Lisa lay in a similar state.
For a time, only calming breaths filled that heated little office. Toys and clothing lay strewn about everywhere. Kaeya would need to discretely clean the carpet. And he’d probably never be able to look Jean in the eye ever again. But despite all that, a chuckle trickled out.
“Good party,” he said.
“Good party,” Lisa agreed.