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A smooth leather shoe taps against the floor, and fingers do the same against a knee. A slow rhythm. His breaths, entire stance, are patient despite the eyes he has on the door. Waiting for them, and the moment where this command he has over the room will come into play.
The three of them have had quite the gruelling week. Sylvain’s response was to do both a little bit of shopping, and also brainstorm the creative ways in which he can take their minds away this time.
The door to the master bedroom’s en suite opens. Sylvain doesn’t move in response. His eyes simply flicker up at the first person that enters; Felix, with the taller figure of Dimitri behind him, closing the door after the pair. Sylvain’s only change in stance away from his honey-brown eyes is the growth of a smile on his face. Good choices, as always.
“Both of you look ravishing,” says Sylvain, pointed gaze observing the two from head to foot. They don two different sets of lingerie that Sylvain knew would suit them both. Felix with turquoise lace; a transparent bralette showcasing the scars beneath his chest, and a strap around his waist travelling over the matching lingerie, attached to black stockings. Dimitri, on the other hand, wears a royal blue a little darker than the colour of his eyes. The cups of his own lingerie emphasise his pecs, and lowers down into a flowing material hanging over his waist. The bottoms leave little to the imagination, and like Felix, wears thigh-highs which emphasise his figure.
“They fit you both perfectly,” Sylvain adds once he has soaked up each detail.
“Really can’t get enough of some new lingerie on us, huh?” says Felix, as cocky as ever—or at least, he tries to be. It’s clear that both he and Dimitri alike are already being swallowed by the presence in the room. Sylvain chuckles, leaning forward with his elbows resting on either knee and chin on his hands.
“Never. Bite that tongue, and both of you turn around.”
They do as such, allowing Sylvain to appreciate the view from behind. He smiles, and knows how beautiful those backsides could become if either of these men decide to disobey today; though something about both of their eyes suggest that this won’t be the case.
“Good. On your knees, now.”
The commanding tone leaves little room for disobedience, and neither Dimitri nor Felix show as such. They settle on the floor in front of Sylvain. It’s such a pretty sight, even more so by the bowed heads submitting to him. Already slipping, slipping, by such simple words. It’s no wonder when both have been craving for the chance to let go all week, in the same way Sylvain needs to feel like he actually does have a grasp on what’s around him. Although that reasoning makes none of this any less delicious.
“Look at me.” They do so. Sylvain sees no need to stop any look of admiration on his face, not with peering eyes as adorable as theirs. “I can already see it, you know. The moment I told you both to put this on, you’ve already been ready to submit. You’re there on your knees, waiting, wanting, ready to become mindless except for everything I give you. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Dimitri says, and Felix nods. “Master,” is the word added when Sylvain’s eyes narrow, just ever-so-slightly.
“The moment I put these on,” Sylvain continues, now taking two black collars with an ‘o’ ring in either hand, “I won’t accept any less than how you just referred to me, and I won’t be tolerating any brattiness today. All right?”
This time, when Dimitri is the only one of the two to respond verbally, Felix’s nod isn’t enough. Yet it only takes Sylvain staring directly at him for him to swallow and say, “Yes, Master.”
“Good boys.”
Sylvain slides a little more forward, now holding one collar in both hands. He brings this one around Dimitri’s neck first. Fastening it blindly at the back, meeting the man’s eyes for just a moment. Once Sylvain is done and grabs the second collar, Felix’s head lifts again, allowing Sylvain to do the same to him.
Of course, it isn’t complete either until Sylvain takes hold of two matching leashes, attaching them to the ‘o’ ring on either of the collars. With a tug on both, the two submissives’ gazes are back on their master’s face, and already show a sense of love that has Sylvain’s heart melting.
Fuck, has he been waiting for this.
“I think we should get you both ready with something simple.” Sylvain’s fingers feel for the button of his trousers, noticing the way Dimitri and Felix’s attention follows exactly that. He unfastens them, pulling down the zip. He’s purposefully ditched any underwear for now to grant him ease with pulling out his dick for the pair.
“Who do you want to pleasure you, Master?” asks Dimitri—so eager, and Felix much the same judging by his expression alone.
“Now why would I have two pretty things kneeling for me, if I only wanted one of you?”
He smirks at the flicker of lust in the pair’s eyes, his hand now pumping his dick to ready it. The ends of both leashes are taken into a single hand, and with a tug, he encourages Dimitri and Felix to rise up on their knees to come closer. Hands on the floor in front of them. Burning with desire, a wish to submit—and to think that the sight of them will only grow more delicious from here on out.
Dimitri and Felix move simultaneously. Kissing on either side of Sylvain’s dick, tongues brought up his length. Sylvain lets out a groan, interrupting it with a bite of his lip when the tips of their tongues reach the head. They continue this for a few more moments, before Felix is the first of the pair to bring Sylvain into his mouth properly.
“Despite how much sassier you can be than Dimitri,” says Sylvain, stroking his fingers over the side of Felix’s face to brush strands of hair behind his ear, “you always come through, don’t you?”
Dimitri is far from unforgotten, however; the man inhales sharply as Sylvain presses the tip of his shoe between the man’s legs, already able to feel the beginning of the man’s erection. “And don’t you see this as a time to slack off yourself.”
With a shake of his head, Dimitri brings his tongue over Sylvain’s shaft whilst Felix’s mouth works higher, before Dimitri ventures down to Sylvain’s testicles instead. A moan escapes the latter’s lips. He tugs at both leashes again, encouraging them to continue exactly like this.
“That’s it,” he says. “Both of you worship that cock together, all right?”
There’s no mistaking the muffled moans the pair release; the vibrations from them, after all, would be impossible for Sylvain to miss.
They continue this way—Felix’s mouth working its way up and down Sylvain’s increasing erection, Dimitri’s attention given to the testicles—with the men’s hands remaining away from themselves in the process. Good. When and how they’re pleasured there is for Sylvain to decide, and Goddess, has he figured out a fun way to do exactly that today.
Another tug of either leash arrives before long, causing Dimitri and Felix’s eyes to open and land back on Sylvain. Another on Felix’s tells him to lift his mouth from Sylvain’s cock, a kiss pressed to the head. Dimitri understands the additional pull of his own leash as well. His tongue travels up Sylvain’s dick, allowing him to replace Felix’s previous place there. Likewise, Felix kisses again, and again, tongue brought down to the base.
“That’s it. You’re both such perfect pets, aren’t you? Lapping at my cock like it keeps you alive.”
Just like before, their moans are obvious—it’s not Sylvain alone who is relishing in this.
Now fully hardened and knowing he could release himself soon, Sylvain soon gives a tug on Felix’s leash to cause him to move his head back, blinking at Sylvain expectedly. “Come here,” says Sylvain, Felix now getting up off the floor. Sylvain’s spare hand, meanwhile, strokes over Dimitri’s head. “Stay there, Dimitri, all right?”
“Mm,” is the muffled reply, Dimitri now able to take Sylvain’s length fully into his mouth after Felix moves himself away. Meanwhile, an arm around the latter encourages him to come closer, his crotch sliding across Sylvain’s leg with a sigh escaping his lips. The sound is caught by Sylvain’s own lips meeting his.
Nothing is better than this. Dimitri still pleasuring Sylvain’s cock, a tongue inside Felix’s mouth, and a hand stroking down over his back to slap and squeeze at an ass cheek.
“I want you to do something for me, sweetheart,” says Sylvain once the kiss has broken. “Go over to the drawer, and get me the red rope and ball gags.”
“Yes, Master,” says Felix, finally responding without hesitance; he even forgets any effort to hold back a soft moan when Sylvain gives his ass another spank as he backs away.
Whilst Felix makes his way over to the chest of drawers, Sylvain’s attention is brought to Dimitri. Both hands run through blond strands of hair. Handfuls are taken, Sylvain now rocking his hips in time with Dimitri’s pace. With his head leaning back, Sylvain lets out a groan.
“Good boy,” Sylvain breathes out, eyes closed briefly before opening again as his head lowers back down. He grins. “You’re so beautiful, aren’t you?”
There’s no mistaking how Dimitri relishes in the praise. He shudders, eyelashes pressed against flushed, full cheeks. Felix comes back into view, holding the equipment that Sylvain has requested.
“Put those on the bed, and get back on the floor by Dimitri.”
Felix does exactly that, positioning himself on Dimitri’s right; the latter shifts to make more room. He takes a deep breath once his mouth is freed. Their tongues lick simultaneously again, kissing at the head; they know to remain as Sylvain’s hand pumps his erection, legs shaking as his climax arrives. A moan escapes Sylvain’s lips, his load splattering over his pets’ mouths.
“That’s it,” says Sylvain as the pair lick their lips, ensuring to find every last drop and swallow it. Sylvain sighs, taking the moment he needs to regulate his breathing to stroke fingers down the sides of both their faces. The dreamy expression in both of their eyes is mesmerising. “I’m sure you’re both looking forward to why I need those, aren’t you?”
Sylvain’s head gestures towards the bed, where Felix has left the requested equipment. “What should we do next, Master?” asks Dimitri. Felix, meanwhile, purses his lips in a way Sylvain knows is from arousal.
“Come up here.”
Dimitri and Felix do so, clambering on besides Sylvain. The latter firstly treads his fingers over the rope with a hum whilst he kicks his shoes onto the floor. Glancing between the pair next to him, he says, “Let’s start with Felix. He’s the most likely out of both of you to play up, after all.”
“You’re telling me you don’t like me acting like a brat, Master?” says Felix, voice seemingly innocent, but Sylvain knows better. A smirk appears on his face as his hand takes Felix’s chin and forces it up for them to lock eyes.
“Not when it means I can have you begging to be punished. But no, I think that this might end up teasing you enough to class as that in itself.” Sylvain lets go, but is followed by a command to both of them. “I want you to both put a gag on.”
There’s little better than Sylvain forcing it inside their pretty lips—regardless, watching his subs do this themselves is charming on its own. Especially when they follow through on the command so quickly. Both of them have their individual ball gags, soon pulling the straps behind their heads. Sylvain of course checks the backs of both of them. After ensuring they’re secured properly, Sylvain points towards the headboard. “Dimitri, sit over there. Make sure you’re watching.”
He waits until Dimitri has settled before turning to Felix. In one swift motion, his hands have grasped onto Felix’s wrists, pushing them down into the bed. Sylvain swears he catches a quiet moan beneath the gag; he smiles at the way Felix’s back arches, trying to bring their bodies close together.
“Not yet. Can’t leave poor Dimitri out, can we?” Sylvain glances over his shoulder, charmed by the way Dimitri waits so obediently. Silenced and utterly irresistible. “So let’s see here…”
Sylvain takes hold of the rope, first beginning to wrap a column tie around Felix’s right wrist. Once the rope is tied there sufficiently, rope is brought through an open bight, pulled towards one of the canopy bedposts. It takes little time at all with Sylvain’s experience to secure it in place.
Two fingers slip beneath the rope against Felix’s wrist, and he glances at the man’s face to receive a nod in return. “That’s what we want,” says Sylvain as he tugs at the connecting ropes, ensuring they’re taut in place. “And I hope you’re still watching, Dimitri.”
Of course he is—the man stares with as much anticipation as Felix, curious as to how he will be restrained himself.
For now, Sylvain gets to Felix’s left wrist as well, securing it to the other bedpost in the same way. “Already desperate, are we?” Sylvain says, just above a murmur when Felix’s legs begin to squirm together. “You’ll have to be stronger than that, baby.”
As Sylvain tests the ropes on this side as well, he leans down to press his lips against Felix’s neck. Up, and up, until he’s bringing a line of kisses from Felix’s jaw to the corner of his gagged lips. An index finger traces over that gag as Sylvain straightens up. His other hand runs up Felix’s thigh.
“Now for those, too.” His hand reaches the side of an ass cheek, squeezing it. “Can’t have you getting away from me, after all. Can we?”
Those words cause Felix to squirm a little more from arousal, Sylvain chuckling in return. His fingers stroke over Felix’s hip to his crotch, Felix’s head turning to the side with hands tugging at his ropes; Sylvain teases at Felix’s growth beneath the lingerie.
“Already wet there, too,” says Sylvain when these fingers shift down, slipping closer to Felix’s hole. “Am I excited to play with you.”
He takes hold of the waistband of Felix’s lingerie, pulling it down his legs. He assists by lifting his hips, helping Sylvain remove it and toss it to the side. Some kind of sound—perhaps a whine, disappointed over Sylvain’s hand leaving him—is made into the gag as Sylvain turns back around. He smiles at Dimitri, cupping his face as a kiss is planted on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten about you. I just need a little while longer.”
The reason for this becomes clear. With more of the red rope in his hands, Sylvain proceeds to loop it around Felix’s right ankle next. In the same manner as before, Sylvain begins the process of securing Felix’s foot to one of the bedposts by Dimitri, although lower down than his wrists. With Felix’s legs spread just around the centre of the bed, he needs a little more rope than previously to secure it in place. Not that it matters when he has more than enough of his preferred colour.
“Jealous, are we?” says Sylvain as Dimitri watches the former secure Felix’s other ankle, forcing him into position. “You’ll be getting the exact same treatment.”
A flash of curiosity appears in Dimitri’s eyes—with, of course, the lust Sylvain would expect as well.
Once Felix has been secured tightly yet safely in this position, Sylvain’s touch travels up either one of the stockings. He watches Felix’s face, the way he tries to keep his gaze away in shyness but cannot do so forever. Not when those hands are placed on Felix’s hips, and Sylvain leans down to kiss his neck.
“You’ll have to wait there for a bit, I’m afraid,” says Sylvain, tucking strands of hair behind Felix’s hair. “Not that I think you’ll mind, when you can become wetter just from being put in this position.”
Sylvain chuckles when Felix’s gaze drops away again, a slight bit more colour beginning to join the already existing blush on his face—the bashfulness that both of Sylvain’s subs can possess never stops being adorable to him.
“All right, Dimitri.” Sylvain turns back around, now moving back towards Dimitri. “No moving once I put you in place. Not unless you want to be left to one side with a vibrator in your ass as I fuck Felix, of course.”
Dimitri would, of course, accept such treatment. Regardless, he doesn’t resist as Sylvain pushes him down on the bed too. Fingers slip beneath the waistband of Dimitri’s lingerie. It’s pulled down over his thighs and calves, placed to one side in a similar manner. A smile flickers on Sylvain’s face when he glides a light finger up Dimitri’s dick. The man shudders, a grunt audible into the gag. Adorable.
He guides Dimitri’s legs so they settle in their required position: his right rests over Felix’s left, and his left under Felix’s right. When Dimitri shows he’s comfortable and understands how to remain, Sylvain proceeds to tie the man’s wrists to the bedposts besides the headboard in exactly the same manner.
Still. Obedient. Exactly the way Sylvain loves, urging him to press a kiss to the side of Dimitri’s head as he raises back up. His hand reaches behind Dimitri’s shoulders, ensuring that the pillow there allows him to be comfortable. Due to his height difference to Felix, he has to lean up a little against the headboard in order to fit into Sylvain’s desired position. Luckily, Sylvain receives a nod when he finishes making this situation comfortable for Dimitri.
“All right. Now, for your legs.”
They’ve remained where they were placed, exactly as Sylvain ordered. It allows him to proceed to loop rope around either of Dimitri’s ankles and tie them to the bedposts on the end of the bed. He’s especially fast now he’s in a rhythm. It takes little time for him to soon be stood by the bed, arms folded as he admires his handiwork.
The results are exactly what he planned. Dimitri and Felix both secured in place on either end of the bed, arms spread to either side and legs crossed over one another. Their crotches are purposefully a small space apart. Sylvain cannot help but smile at his own work, and the beauty behind this submission. He has earned it long before this day, and he’s put Dimitri and Felix beneath his care before either were even restrained—those red ropes are the results of that submission gifted to him, not the cause.
It’s the physical evidence of the power Sylvain has over this room. And he knows it will only become even more fun from here.
“Oh, you both do look lovely,” says Sylvain, eyes flickering between the pair; both of them stare back at him, the near-innocent curiosity a delectable treat, especially with the gags between their lips. “And you’re probably trying to guess how I’m going to use this, huh? Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
He wanders around the bed. Both gazes watch him in the process, still so adorably curious. Sylvain opens the drawer which contains their sex toys, selecting a wand vibrator. When he turns around with it, he cannot suppress a chuckle from the widening eyes as Dimitri and Felix spot the toy.
“Maybe you’ve both figured out how I’m going to use this, by now.” Sylvain, now back at the side of the bed, scoops up a length of the remaining rope. “You know I’m quite the artist.”
The tying on the toy doesn’t have to be quite as firm as that on his partners. As long as it’s in place correctly, that’s all that matters. He first begins with tying the rope around the toy itself. Rope is inserted through the bights on either side, Sylvain glancing between the canopy bed-frame and said rope. He knows how long it has to be—he’s restrained wrists up above their heads to this very frame, after all.
He stands carefully on the bed. The long rope on one side of the toy is brought up to the wooden frame at the top of the bed, Sylvain beginning to tie it in its centre. The vibrator is left dangling against Sylvain’s leg. He soon bends down to pick it up again, unable to suppress a grin over the expressions watching him. They’re priceless. Both Dimitri and Felix have been rendered to squirm a little more against their restraints, already so eagerly desperate, and their eyes hunger despite how much this is going to tease them.
“I could have really used this as a punishment,” says Sylvain, now securing the second long length of rope to the other side of the bed. “I suppose you both just love it when I tease you.”
Sylvain finishes securing his final knot. The results of his tying leave the vibrator hanging in the middle of the bed, dangling right between Dimitri and Felix’s genitals. It sways and collides between them. No effect yet, until Sylvain is devilish enough to turn it on.
And the anticipation on his partners’ faces as they wait for exactly that…it’s worth every ounce of effort that Sylvain has taken to prepare this.
“You’re both so eager for me to turn it on, aren’t you?” says Sylvain, watching as the pair push up against the vibrator between them. “Just like two little puppies...or a puppy and kitten, at least.”
Sylvain rests one hand on the side of the bed. His other reaches towards the pair, toying with their anticipation; rather than rest his hand on the vibrator, he instead strokes his fingers over either of the men’s hips, lightly on their genitals. Both release a similar, “Mm,” through their gags.
“You can both speak up a little more than that, I’m sure.” Tap, tap, of his fingers on top of the toy.
Both Dimitri and Felix speak a little louder through their gags. Their legs squirm against each other, already red in the face—it’s almost too much to resist, although Sylvain ensures to keep the two waiting a little longer before he finally turns on the vibrations.
“Mmph—” Felix’s sound is the loudest of the pair, although Dimitri is soon to follow through himself. With a smile, Sylvain backs away slightly, leaning over with either hand on the bed as he readies himself to watch the show.
Their responses are immediate. Both of them push themselves towards the toy between them, rubbing up against it as much as the ropes binding them will allow. Beautiful moans are released into their gags. Yearning for that contact, for those shocks of pleasure to assault them, whilst also only teasing themselves more in the process.
“Was more than worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Sylvain’s voice is almost gentle, despite the sadistic gleam he’s sure is evident in his eyes. They flicker between the bound pair. Down at the vibrator between them, swaying with each contact against it. “I could keep you both like this all night if I wanted to.”
Perhaps the way these words are far from a lie is what induces the louder moans from the pair. And despite those words, both of them are even more responsive to the toy. Dimitri rubbing his dick up against it. Felix shifting his hips to rub his own around in circles against the toy, only seeming to become wetter by the minute.
Sylvain reaches towards them both. Hands stroking over either of their thighs, across their hips and towards their crotches. He keeps his fingertips painfully light as he traces them up either of their genitals, watching the way their hips buck off the bed; listening to the trapped moans beneath the gags.
“And you both know better than to let yourselves come before I say, of course. No matter how long I keep you here, if either of you do that, there’s going to be trouble. Understand?”
“Mmph,” both give the louder response through their muffled moans. Sylvain smiles. And, as the tease he is, decides that this obedience will remain even if he turns the vibrations up to a more intense setting.
It’s mesmerising. All those sounds, the bubble of pre-cum at the tip of Dimitri’s erection, Felix’s desperate movements to bring more friction against him despite how it must only worsen the need for him to come. Their faces—beautifully red, with teary eyes that close tightly until Sylvain looks directly at them—as though connected enough to their Master to know when to meet his gaze.
The submission is of course not taken for granted. Sylvain relishes in it, consumes the enjoyment it causes as though it’s his life-force, but as he straightens up to watch the entire scene as a whole, he finds himself joyful at all that he has the privilege to grant both of these men every bit of attention they deserve.
“You both look gorgeous when you’re this helpless.” Of course, with his partners’ arousal comes his own. Sylvain is now unfastening his trousers again to bring a hand to his dick, which he knows will be back at a full erection before long. “Completely at my mercy, obeying everything I say… There’s no better look for either of you.”
He lets out a groan as he strokes his hand over himself, still not over the sheer sight of this. Dimitri and Felix have barely faltered with their movements against the toy even after some time has passed. The latter appears to be mildly fatigued as he rubs against the toy, exertion from holding back an orgasm evident on his face. Dimitri is quite similar.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he can show some mercy to them both. He heads forward, fingers stroking over the toy with a hum.
“You’ve both done well to last this long,” says Sylvain. “Maybe, if you can last a little longer as I do this,” the vibrations are put to their most intense setting, the pair moaning louder than ever in response, “then I’ll let you come before I’m through with you today.”
He’s certain that such well-behaved pets can follow through on this. The two of them squirm more wildly than ever, tugging at the ropes binding each of their limbs. It’s a double-edged sword. The more the vibrations pleasure either of them, the more they struggle, and those struggles only cause more friction against the toy.
They pant and whimper into the gag. Moan after moan, heads lolling to the side, backs arching and toes digging into the bed. All just from some creative use of rope and a toy between them.
Still, as much as they tremble with the efforts of holding back their orgasms after this long, they hold on. True to their word in obeying every single one of Sylvain’s command.
“Mm,” Felix soon releases into the gag, something which seems tantamount to a beg. “Mmph—”
“I didn’t ask you to beg, kitten.” Sylvain’s thumb strokes over Felix’s dick. His squirms grow even further, eyes squeezed tightly shut with a tear tickling from his eye. With a smile, Sylvain leans down and kisses it away. “But you’ve both been so good away from that. All right, beg enough now, and I’ll let you both come.”
They do as such in a heartbeat. Inaudible sounds into the gag, pleading and pleading for their release. Saliva trickles down from the corners of their gags. Still teary-eyed, still struggling against the ropes and failing to find their escape.
It won’t arrive until Sylvain says. Eventually, the begs he receives are satisfactory, and he says, “Good. You can both come.”
Their climaxes arrive quickly after those words, cries released into the gag. Dimitri’s load splatters onto his torso; Felix’s own smears over the toy. Their bodies grow more still after. Less movements all but for the rising of their chests with their breaths and gentler squirming of their legs, especially when Sylvain turns the intensity of the vibrator down.
“You’re both being so good.” Sylvain begins to undo the knots on the toy, flicking his gaze to Dimitri. “I still have plans for both of you. Dimitri, I’ll need you to wait there for a little longer.”
Dimitri nods—so good as always, although the same can apply to both of them. When Sylvain turns to face Felix properly, he cannot stop a smile from the dreamy eyes gazing up at him, slightly dazed from his orgasm. His eyes close again over the kiss placed on his forehead.
The next step is to undo the ropes around Felix’s ankles. Sylvain’s hands rub over them to help with the blood flow, also ensuring to give Dimitri’s thigh a stroke as well before he heads over to Felix’s wrists. They’re freed from the bedposts too. Rubbed in the same way, and the temperature of his hands is checked, but the moment of respite is only temporary before Sylvain forces Felix to turn around and pushes his head into the bed.
“Mm—” is the sound given into the gag; a moan, Sylvain would guess. With his rear in the air and Sylvain teasingly pressed against him, and arms pinned against his back, it’s no wonder.
The rope is taken again, this time used to bind Felix’s arms together behind his back. Sylvain works quickly and precisely. He never likes to abandon one sub for an extended period of time; unless that is, of course, all part of a play or punishment. Dimitri certainly won’t be without attention for long.
“Now, Felix,” says Sylvain, picking up the toy again. “The same rule applies as before, okay? No coming unless I say.”
Felix nods. Fingertips draw a line following his spine down to his raised rear, spanking it before Sylvain pushes Felix down so he’s laying on the bed. The toy is slipped beneath him as well, and he moans into the gag, grinding himself against the vibrations.
“Still doing that, even after all you had before. Such a little slut, aren’t you?”
Another louder moan—Sylvain smirks, now turning back towards Dimitri, waiting so eagerly as he remains in the position he had been restrained in before.
“Not too uncomfortable by now, are you?” Dimitri shakes his head. “Good. I want you there a little longer, baby.”
Sylvain slides closer to him. He reaches to the night-stand on the right, retrieving a bottle of lube from there. He settles himself in front of Dimitri, taking a glance at Felix at the end of the bed. Still squirming against that toy beneath him. Still watching Sylvain, particularly the lube in his hands.
Pop. He opens the lid, tipping it upside down to squeeze some onto his fingers. His eyes flick up to meet Dimitri’s as he brings this hand between the man’s open legs. He quivers. Eyes watery in anticipation, murmurs escaping through the gag, hands pulling gently at the ropes binding them.
“Want this, don’t you?” Dimitri nods. “Words.”
“Mmph.”
“That’s it.” Sylvain presses his fingertip against the exterior muscle of Dimitri’s hole, helping him to loosen; a finger slips inside him when Sylvain knows he’s ready. His head leans back with a moan. Sylvain smiles as he works up a pace with his finger. It takes little time for his pace to grow faster; he knows how eager Dimitri is. “Always feel so good. And don’t worry, moonlight,” Sylvain’s eyes flicker back to Felix, and the rotation of his hips against the toy, “you won’t be missing out. I thought I’d just tend to Dimitri first, considering you decided to give me some cheek earlier.”
With his eyes back on Dimitri, Sylvain watches for the reaction in that face when a second finger slides inside him. “Mm, mmph—” he moans into the gag, bucking towards Sylvain’s fingers, muscles contracting as he tugs against the ropes. Sylvain lowers his head down, leaving a line of kisses down from Dimitri’s neck, across his collarbone and to his chest. A tongue laps over a nipple. Teeth nip at it. Beneath the teasing, Dimitri continues to wriggle against the ropes, moaning and taking Sylvain’s fingers perfectly.
“Now, there’s a few things we could do,” says Sylvain, planting a kiss on Dimitri’s shoulder. “I could fuck you, then him. I could let you put this to some use,” the fingers on Sylvain’s spare hand stroke up Dimitri’s dick, “and make you fuck Felix yourself.” He feels a twitch in response to those words. “Or you could even have the best of both worlds, if you wanted.” Sylvain chuckles over the more visible response to those words; he leans down, nipping at the top of Dimitri’s ear. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”
He continues working his fingers inside Dimitri until the man’s body grows more relaxed. Sylvain removes them with a kiss on Dimitri’s cheek, using a wipe for them as he brings himself back to Felix. The poor thing looks absolutely destroyed by this point, with his burning, damp cheeks and ruffled hair. Perhaps Sylvain has been a little cruel in tormenting him with two sessions with the vibrator, but he also knows all too well that Felix is a little more of a masochist than Dimitri.
“You’ve been such a good boy for waiting patiently,” says Sylvain, slapping either ass cheek before helping Felix to sit up. Smearing his fingers with a little lube, he strokes one down to Felix’s entrance, smiling as he pushes it inside. “Oh, you are wet, aren’t you? So ready for Dimitri’s cock inside you.”
Felix squirms against the ropes behind his back. So adorably desperate, eyes practically begging on their own. With a grin, Sylvain lifts Felix with hands under his arms, placing him in front of Dimitri. More lube is slathered onto Sylvain’s hand; he uses this to stroke it over Dimitri’s dick.
“I think we’ve had enough of this as well,” says Sylvain after wiping the remaining lube off his hand, reaching behind Felix’s head to unfasten the straps of the gag. He inhales deeply, stretching out his jaw once he’s done so.
“Mas—”
“I don’t want to hear any words out of that mouth, unless you’re about to beg.”
Felix moans quietly, nodding his head. “P-please, Master, let him fuck me. Please.”
“Mm, you do want that badly, don’t you?” Sylvain shifts Felix again. This time, he’s brought up over Dimitri, Sylvain holding onto Felix’s hips to force Dimitri’s dick to slide between his ass cheeks. He whines such an adorable sound.
“Please, please—”
Felix isn’t the only one to beg. Dimitri is doing so as well beneath his gag, grinding his dick as best as he’s able to against Felix. They truly do make the cutest pair—between them, it’s enough for Sylvain to guide Felix back up, using his hips to push him down onto Dimitri’s cock.
“Aa-ahh, yes,” Felix cries out, already panting when Sylvain continues to use his hips to bring him into a rhythm on Dimitri. “Y-yes, that’s it—”
“Taking that so well, aren’t you?” Sylvain presses a kiss to Felix’s shoulder from behind, grinning against the skin as he brings a little more force into the body he pushes up and down against Dimitri. Little by little, Felix moves himself in time with the rhythm Sylvain has built, tensing his legs on the bed, resting either side of Dimitri’s hips.
Yet it's still Sylvain that controls his pace the most. Fingers dig into the skin of Felix's hips, driving him down onto Dimitri. The latter's face is scrunched up from pleasure. To think it will only get better for him from here.
“Reckon you can do this on your own?” Sylvain asks Felix after a couple of minutes have passed.
“Y-yes, Master,” says Felix. With a smile, Sylvain leaves a kiss on Felix’s cheek before backing away. True to his word, Felix manages to continue to ride Dimitri with the pace he’s been given, hands grasping tightly onto his bound arms.
Sylvain cannot help but watch the pair for a moment, listen to Felix as he releases moan after moan; the way he tries his hardest to match the pace Sylvain has set for him, despite the way fatigue has clearly set in.
And Dimitri—so sweetly submissive, his moans still muffled. A part of Sylvain wishes to keep that gag in his mouth and listen to the best of both worlds between them. Instead, he reaches behind Dimitri's head to remove it. A loud gasp is released from Dimitri the moment his mouth is free.
"G-Goddess." he moans, earning a chuckle from Sylvain.
"No Goddess here. Just me."
A hand on Dimitri's chin forces him in for a kiss. It's short-lasting, but long enough for Sylvain to taste him, to part with a bite of his bottom lip. Sylvain's attention is then brought to the ropes tying Dimitri's wrists to free them. Felix’s pace against Dimitri continues in the meantime. True to Sylvain’s rules as well, even though his panting suggests he might already be close to a second orgasm, Sylvain is aware that he will not dare to do this until he’s been told he can.
Dimitri’s hands are soon free. They stroke over Felix’s thighs; a loving smile is on Dimitri’s face as he watches the man before him. Sylvain’s next task is to ensure Dimitri is settled in a suitable position. The ropes which still bind his ankles to the bed give enough leeway to push him a little down the bed, now sitting up further.
There’s enough room for Sylvain to slide in behind him, trousers pushed down his thighs.
“There we go,” says Sylvain into his ear, gliding a hand over one of Dimitri’s thighs. “Let’s just make sure you’re loosened up enough.”
He applies lube to his own erection, and a little to his fingers to work inside Dimitri again to ensure he’s ready. It takes little time for his moans alone to show this is the case. Sylvain cannot help but smile over the sheer cuteness—with Dimitri’s dick inside Felix and Sylvain about to be inside him before long, it will take a lot of will for him to not climax again almost immediately.
“P-please,” Dimitri breathes out, head leaning back against Sylvain. “Please, Master.”
Sylvain’s head lowers, kissing at Dimitri’s shoulder from behind. As if he can say no to pleading like that.
His dick slips inside Dimitri, earning an immediate louder moan. Hands on Dimitri’s hips help to work up a pace. The shared moans mesh with the slapping of their skin, an intoxicating song Sylvain could easily drown in.
“Taking me so well, sweetheart,” Sylvain groans, grinning as his eyes meet with Felix. “Okay there?”
Felix nods, struggling to speak through his gasped breaths. For someone with arms bound behind him and thighs trembling to keep him upright, Sylvain is quite impressed that he can manage this at all.
His position strikes inspiration in Sylvain; using rope again here would be awkward, but a hand overlapping Dimitri’s forearms and pinning them behind Dimitri’s back is enough. It’s more difficult than it is with Felix. More muscle, and so a slight amount of strain on Sylvain’s hand. But the way it turns both of them on further is more than worth it.
Before long, Sylvain hears the increase of breathlessness in his partners’ moans and cries, their struggling words. They’re holding on so beautifully. He tells them as such by saying, “You’re both too good to me,” and murmured compliments one after another. Even now, before the three have even finished, Sylvain wants them to know how well they have done.
Eventually, he also understands their limits, how without preparation in advance and with their first session together in a while, he cannot overexert them too far. He hears the way subtle sobs have entered Dimitri’s moans. He sees the teary eyes of Felix, and the way his eyes close with fatigue. A rush of pride courses through Sylvain as he says, “You’ve both done well, you’re so good. Come when you need to.”
It turns out they’ve already been holding back some time. Dimitri comes quickly inside Felix with a moan, Felix himself surprisingly quiet, as though his breath has been completely taken away. His pace slows down to a near stop, still waiting for Sylvain’s command to remove himself fully. He won’t be waiting long; Sylvain’s hand brushes over Dimitri’s hair, carefully using it to hold his head back and kiss his forehead before Sylvain finds his own release inside Dimitri.
“Fuck,” he groans with his release, riding it out inside Dimitri with a few more purposeful thrusts. Slowing to a stop, he grins as he leans his chin on Dimitri’s shoulder. “Goddess, that was incredible. Felix, you okay there? Can you get off yourself?”
Felix nods, still trying to catch his breath. He manages to shuffle himself off Dimitri. The latter’s arms are now freed from Sylvain’s grasp and, despite how wiped Dimitri must be himself, he still reaches forward to steady Felix. The care he has even in this state brings a tender smile to Sylvain’s face.
“That was indeed incredible,” says Dimitri, breathing out deeply. “Even with how creative you can be.”
“So you enjoyed it too, then?” says Sylvain with a grin, now shuffling across the bed.
“I did. And I am sure Felix is the same, even if he is still out of breath.”
“You tormented me with that damn vibrator twice.” As Dimitri has speculated, Felix is indeed breathless as he speaks. “You’re awful.”
“Oh, but you love it, right?”
Felix’s scoff says it all.
Because of how long they’ve been tied in comparison, Sylvain quickly releases Dimitri’s ankles before tending to Felix’s arms. Thankfully, Dimitri has still kept him steady; a hand runs over Felix’s shoulder, holding it to help with his subtle swaying. Sylvain flashes him a thankful smile before his fingers start to unfasten the ropes.
“How are both of you?” asks Sylvain as he does so. “Was there anything you didn’t enjoy?”
“I personally enjoyed all of it,” says Dimitri, eyes flickering to Felix. “I am sure you’re much the same.”
“It was so-so,” Felix says with a shrug, earning a laugh from Sylvain. There’s still a dreamy, incredibly content look in Felix’s eyes—a vague compliment from Felix is easily readable. Still, Sylvain has always preferred clearer comments, and speaks again when his lips return to Felix’s shoulder.
“Can you be more specific, Felix?”
“Yes, I enjoyed it. A lot.” Now his arms are freed, Felix stretches them out and, with barely any time to lose, falls onto his side on the bed. “Wiped, though.”
“I feel much the same,” says Dimitri, yawning on cue. The cuteness of the pair earns another chuckle out of Sylvain, who fetches another couple of wipes.
“This will do before I can get you both in the bath, then.”
He first helps Dimitri, lips meeting his in a gentle kiss as he wipes away the dried semen on his torso, as well as that at his rear and thighs. Felix is next, who grumbles in a very cat-like manner as Sylvain has to roll him over a little to reach.
When he takes a moment to throw the wipes into a trash can, Dimitri has swooped in before Sylvain even has a chance. He rests down on the bed, taking the curled up form of Felix and pulling him closer, so his back presses against Dimitri’s torso. There’s a little space there for Sylvain to just slide in behind Dimitri—even with Felix curled up tightly, three adult men certainly take up a lot of room—and wrap his arm over both of his partners’ bodies.
“I love you both,” says Sylvain, nuzzling into the blond head of hair in front of him, “so, so much.”
His smile grows, eyes closing, over the replies in response, and the way Dimitri shuffles a little further back into Sylvain as he pulls Felix closer to himself as well.
The week might have been rough, but this single moment makes it all worth it.