Page 41 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

They were both breathing heavily when they pulled apart, and Arvus said, “Hands and knees. We’re going to show Perian how well you take my cock, aren’t we?”

Molun and Perian whimpered at the same moment, and Arvus smiled. Molun obediently moved into position, and Arvus pushed up the satin fabric so it was bunched at his waist, exposing his beautiful ass. Truly, it was like these men had been sculpted from marble and then brought to life. Perian knew they trained a lot, but seriously, how lucky was he that two of them were in front of him right now, doing really sexy things to each other while he watched?

(Only Brannal would make it better, and he would be back in only three days. He was coming. Not before Molun and Arvus, obviously, but he was coming.)

Arvus reached out and grabbed those beautiful globes, massaging them in his hands, and Molun let out a low groan of enjoyment. Arvus spread his cheeks and ran his thumb down the crease, brushing across Molun’s hole. Molun made another really pretty sound, and Perian unfastened his trousers, because there was no way he was going to be able to watch this without getting off.

Molun moaned when Arvus steadily pushed a finger inside him. Perian pulled out his cock.

“Mm,” Arvus made an appreciative sound. “Did you get ready for us, baby?”

“Oiled up just how you like,” Molun said, voice betraying how turned on he was. “Like it when you fill me up.”

“Going to fill you all the way up,” Arvus promised, voice low, and Perian swirled his fingers around the head of his cock, catching the copious precome and smearing it around.

He stroked himself slowly, not wanting this to be over too soon but needing some sort of stimulation as Arvus worked Molun open with a second finger and then a third. The sounds alone were enough to get Perian off, and he needed to squeeze the base of his cock a few times to ensure he didn’t come too soon.

Arvus slicked himself up with oil from a bottle Perian hadn’t even noticed, and then he lined himself up and pushed inside Molun in a long, slow glide, not stopping until he was balls-deep.

Perian was pretty sure he was panting as hard as Molun was, gripping his cock like he could imagine it was him thrusting into Molun, wondering what it would feel like if Arvus were doing this to him instead. Arvus paused, thankfully, giving Perian (and presumably Molun, who was actually experiencing this for real) a moment to catch his breath and calm down a bit.

Perian hadn’t expected it to feel quite this intense. He’d always enjoyed the shows that he’d watched at the house of pleasure, but he didn’t remember them feeling likethis.

Some people, he knew, didn’t get off on watching other people. They said it just made them feel left out or uncomfortable. In this moment, watching the two of them, breathing in this shared space, touching himself because he was so turned on by what they were doing to one another, it didn’t feel like hecouldbe more involved. They were all breathing heavily, they were all sweaty and warm and aroused. It was as perfect as it could get without Brannal.

And then Arvus started to move, Molun started to make more beautiful sounds of want and pleasure, and Perian felt like he was going to lose his mind. He did his best to align his strokes with Arvus, mimicking his motion, slower and then faster again, teasing Molun, extending the pleasure. Arvus clearly wanted to draw it out, and that was fun, too, listening to Molun’s sounds get more desperate, his need driven higher and higher, the tension growing more and more intense until it fogged the air and Perian felt like he wasbathingin it, it was so potent, and one of theloveliest things he had ever experienced.

“Please, please, please,” Molun was saying over and over, and Perian wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t whispering it too, begging for release at the same time that he was glorying in the play.

“Touch yourself,” Arvus ordered.

Molun sobbed with relief, hand flying along his cock, and it wasn’t more than three strokes until he was crying out and coming, Perian’s release mirroring Molun’s. Arvus thrust another handful of times, and then his hips were jerking, and he was burying himself in Molun’s ass.

Perian slumped back against the chair, feeling the best sort of sex-drunk, not sure he was going to be able to move ever again.

It was silent for a long moment, just the sound of their labored breathing beginning to slow, and then Perian got to watch as Arvus carefully pulled out of Molun, making sure that he felt good, wiping him clean, helping him up.

Then their attention fell to him.

“All right?” Arvus asked.

“That was so amazing,” he told them.

They both smiled, and Molun looked almost as sated as Perian felt.

“You ready for bed?” Arvus asked.

“If it means not ever moving from this chair, yes,” Perian agreed.

Arvus offered him a soft smile. “We need to move a little.”

Perian made a noise of protest, which Molun echoed.

Arvus eyed them, and then said, “Perian, just give me a minute.”

He made an agreeable sound, because that didn’t sound like he needed to move, so he was on board with it. Arvus and Molun disappeared, and Perian closed his eyes. Though he vaguely remembered something about sleeping and chairs maybe not being a great idea, he was sure this would be fine.

He roused to a touch on his shoulder. Arvus was there again, and he’d apparently pulled on sleep trousers. Perian made a sleepy sound of protest.

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