Page 107 of Suffer No Fools
"You don't have to do this to show me your confidence," Tovey whispered in his ear.
"I'm doing this because I want you both right now," he said. "Not for any silly lesson."
Tovey's laugh made his cock twitch, and Tovey's slick fingers felt cool to the touch as they wriggled inside him, opening him up and getting him ready.
As Hugo's heart rate slowed, his emotions took over. Both Stan and Tovey touched as much of his body as they could reach. Tovey tweaked his nipples while loosening his hole, and Stan caressed his thighs and belly before circling his cock with thick fingers. Hugo fucked himself on their hands. When Tovey added a fourth finger inside him, he felt a fullness he'd never experienced. Still, he wanted more.
"Need you now." Sweat dripped into his eyes, but he didn't care. "Please?"
"Let me get Stan ready for you." Tovey crawled beside him on his knees, and the look he gave Stan made Hugo's cock throb and bounce. Hugo couldn't imagine being without them both. His heart soared to see they felt the same way about each other.
Once Stan's cock was slick, Tovey turned Hugo around to face him. They both helped Hugo impale himself on Stan's thick cock. Stan pulled him backward until his back was flush with Stan's chest.
"This isn't how you did it," Hugo said, worry seeping into his tone.
"Shh," Tovey said. "Let us take care of you. You'll see." He took Hugo's hand and kissed his knuckles and then positioned it behind Stan's head. "He likes it when you pull his hair."
Hugo snorted, but he felt Stan's body shake when he gripped his nape slightly, allowing his blunt fingernails to scratch against the short hair. Tovey smirked and positioned his other hand on the opposite side of Stan's neck. Hugo felt open and vulnerable, but when Tovey leaned down to take his nipple in his mouth, he arched back into Stan with a moan. It felt so right.
Tovey raised them up with an air weave and slid pillows beneath them. They were the perfect height when he pressed his cock against Hugo's already stretched entrance.
Tovey pushed the head of his cock inside, and it burned. Hugo tried to pull away, but that only stretched him further. Stan soothed him with gentle caresses down his sides, and Tovey followed his lead, tweaking Hugo's nipples and stroking his cock back to full hardness.
Hugo embraced his pleasure and allowed his body to stretch the way Stan and Tovey had done for him.
"That's it, baby," Stan whispered. "Relax."
He wasn't an earth weaver by birth, but his body stretched on his command, letting Tovey in. The pressure was too much, at first, and then it was perfect. More than perfect. He was full to bursting, and he wanted more.
When Tovey moved, Hugo's pleasure mounted with each thrust. Stan's hands were everywhere, while his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of his shoulder. Hugo writhed with joy, sparking even more sensation inside him. Tovey held his cock, his fingers now slick with precome. Hugo had never felt anything so grounding and uplifting at the same time. He dug his nails into Stan's scalp and tugged on his short hair.
Before he could warn them, his orgasm hit. Stan wrapped his arms around him and held him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Tovey continued his pounding rhythm, and Stan shook as his own release flooded Hugo's channel.
"Gods, baby, you feel so good." Stan nipped and kissed his way along the side of Hugo's neck. Each touch made his cock twitch valiantly in Tovey's hand. "So perfect for us."
Tovey came with a hoarse shout and collapsed against Hugo's chest, and Stan wrapped them both in his arms. Hugo had never felt so precious. Tovey's kiss was unusually gentle and reverent. Hugo shivered with another aftershock from the softness in his expression.
Tovey leaned further over him, pressing Hugo's cock between them. Tovey and Stan kissed, and Hugo let go of Stan so he could wrap an arm around Tovey and caress his cheek. His chest ached, and not from the physical exertion.
He drifted on his euphoria for minutes that felt like hours. His thoughts raced, trying to name the jumbled tangle of feelings he had for both men. He adored them both, but not in the same way. Did that mean none of it was real?
He fell asleep arguing with himself.
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Stan
Starlight Specterwasn't as low in the water now that they'd unloaded their human cargo. They were down to their expanded crew and sailing at top speed with a full crew of air weavers.
The rest of the fleet also had an abundance of air weavers, thanks to Coryn's pursuit of anyone who could channel earth. Stan was grateful Coryn had taken Vadim at his word, thatStarlight Specterhad no earth weavers, when she'd boarded them five years ago.
His life would have been much different, had he been taken to Stony Eel Island. He would probably be dead, or a burned-out husk. He had Vadim to thank for that.
Vadim stood at the wheel on the navigation deck, head high, hair streaming behind him. Klaus stood behind him, leaning against the railing. Their mouths weren't moving, but Stan assumed they were talking through their bond. Fanidra stood off to Vadim's other side, watching the waves. Occasionally, she would smirk at him, as though she too was communicating with them telepathically.
Hugo was at the main deck railing again, staring off the port side toward Glamiere. Unlike the death weavers, Hugohad blocked Stan and Tovey from his thoughts, and Tovey was concerned.
"I thought he was ready to let us in."
