Page 46 of Suffer No Fools
"It will feel even better when it's my cock." Tovey met Stan's gaze, and he froze. "But not tonight. Tonight is about making you feel good."
"I already feel good," Hugo whined. "So good. Why won't you fuck me?"
Tovey laughed. "You're not ready yet. Your ass is so tight. This is only two fingers, babe. You're going to come for me like this, and then we're all going to get some sleep."
Hugo sighed against Stan's chest as Tovey pressed into him again. "Gods."
"Here." Tovey positioned Hugo like a rag doll over Stan's legs, giving Stan greater control to rub their cocks together with one hand while continuing to stroke Tovey with the other. "Fuck, do you know how hot you both look like that?" Tovey leaned forward and kissed Hugo's shoulder, and then along his neck to the shell of his ear. "Which of us is going to make you come? My hand in your ass, or Stan's hand on your cock?"
"Both." Moments later, Hugo grunted and the first spray of cum coated Stan's belly. The next dribbled over his hand. "Gods, both of you are so good to me," he said. He leaned down to lick his spend off Stan's chest. The sight of him there, the smell of his cum thick in the air and slick all over Stan's hand as he continued to stroke brought him to the edge.
"I want a taste." Hugo had received several blowjobs by now, but he hadn't yet tried to do it himself. Now, he didn't even have to take Stan's cock into his mouth. The sight of Hugo staring up at him as he flicked his tongue over his slit made him come undone. Thick ropes of cum hit the underside of Hugo's chin, and then he licked it up, even his own.
"So fucking gorgeous," Tovey said as Stan continued to stroke him.
"Your turn," Hugo said. "I want to taste you, too."
"Fuck." Tovey flopped down next to Stan with his back against the headboard. Hugo lay between his legs, propping himself up on his elbows with a face full of Tovey's uncut cock. He watched Tovey as he dipped his tongue inside his foreskin.
"Not gonna last," Tovey said.
Hugo took that as a challenge to take as much of his cock as possible, slipping his lips around the head, hollowing his cheeks, and sucking him down.
Tovey howled as he came, one hand gripping a pillow, the other finding Stan's still slick hand and squeezing until his fingers hurt. Then, he collapsed against the pillows with a blissful sigh as Hugo continued to lick him clean.
"Come here, baby," Stan said when Tovey shook with laughter.
Hugo snuggled between them with a contented sigh. "That was fun. One could even say it brought me joy."
Tovey huffed out another laugh. "You are such a strange man."
"It's a good thing I'm emperor." Hugo shoved his braid over his shoulder and lay on his stomach facing them both. "Otherwise, no one would want to sleep with me."
"I want to sleep with you despite you being our emperor," Stan admitted as he leaned over and kissed his forehead.
Hugo lifted his chin and blinked at him. "How dare you? I could have you exiled for saying such a thing." Then, he kissed him long and deep. "I could, but I won't."
Later, as Stan drifted off to sleep, he remembered Tovey's lewd promise earlier that night. "What happened to fucking me while I suck him?" he whispered over the top of Hugo's head.
"Tomorrow," Tovey said. "Go to sleep."
That was all the encouragement Stan needed.
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Tovey
The next ship to arrive from Glamiere carried a delegation of air weavers. Petri fed them, and Hugo politely sent them on their way after the ship of water weavers. They wouldbe needed to propel Jermain's new ships. Tovey wondered how many stray weavers would land on Aquarion's shores before word spread along Glamiere's southern coast.
With the interruptions, the weekend passed too quickly. They hadn't been able to test Stan's newfound ability to stretch himself to widths Tovey hadn't thought possible. Stan had mentioned taking both Tovey's and Hugo's cocks at the same time. Tovey couldn't even imagine it without getting hard. He'd heard of pleasure workers stretching that much or more, and Stan had always been adventurous.
That was why Tovey couldn't trust him. Stan had craved adventure. He'd slipped up and cheated once. Tovey kept waiting for him to do it again.
Every time Tovey thought he might be closer to forgiving Stan, he remembered the earth weaver's infidelity. Had he gone to one of those pleasure house workers who could take two cocks at the same time? Is that why he'd wanted someone, more than one someone, other than Tovey?
Gods, it didn't matter now. Tovey was stuck with Stan for the near future, until Hugo chose from the long line of royal marriage arrangements Glamiere had proposed, or until Hugo fired them as his bodyguards.
Vadim had already threatened to find someone else to watch Hugo when they'd almost missed their morning meeting. Hugo had looked so cute all rumpled up in the sheets, and Tovey couldn't stop kissing him while Stan worked him open and blew him at the same time. Every time Hugo came, he sounded surprised by it, as though he'd never felt so wonderful in his life. Tovey could get addicted to listening to him come.
