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Its hard to get used to this level of extravagance.
Staring at a set of broad shoulders adorned by an immaculately tailored heather gray sports coat you feel so out of place. You were doing your best to try and hid your awkwardness and match Sylus’s cool demeanor every time he looks down at you to check in.
You finger the bespoke black gown Sylus insisted that you wear tonight—bedazzled with jewels that felt they were worth more than your life when he turns back around and places a glass of champagne in your hand.
“Little dove, you look tense,” Sylus observes casually as he pulls you closer to his side.
You fix your face, smiling as you take for first sip of sweet champagne. Too sweet and cheap clearly, as it leaves a less than desirable aftertaste on your tongue.
You’ve grown accustom to Sylus’s penchant of skinship. It bothered you at first, the way he’d reach out nonchalantly drape his arm around you, or ticklishly finger your waist. But today, you lean into him, a small sigh of relief escaping you as you feel reassured by his presence.
“I’m fine, Sylus,” you reassure as you take another sip of the cheap swill they had the audacity to serve after Sylus has donated millions of dollars to… uh… wait.
“So, Sylus. You never told me why we are here at this Gala.”
You look up, barely catching a grimace as he discreetly spits the questionable hors d'oeuvres into a napkin.
“I donated a few million towards the Arts District in Linkon after the big flood. The money went towards renovating the Fine Arts Museum, the symphony hall, the opera house… And the restoration of one of Rafayel’s pieces.”
You choke on you cheap champagne. “Rafayel’s pieces?”
Sylus looks down, smirking slightly. “Yes, your little artist boyfriend’s piece ‘Siren’s Demise’ was water damaged in the flood.”
You flush indignantly. “He isn’t my boyfriend. How do you know that I know him, anyway?”
He flashes you a knowing look and you realize of course, that Mephisto definitely gave you away.
Sylus takes both of your glasses of unfinished, cheap champagne and handing them to nearby wait staff before casually remarking, “If he isn’t your boyfriend, he wants to be. Speak of the devil.”
You whip your head around, and sure enough, Rafayel stands next to his restored painting, looking chic in black slacks and what was probably a blouse from the women’s section.
“Hey, cutie,” Rafayel’s smile disappears from his face when he spots Sylus. Crossing his arms, he huffs, refusing to look in your direction.
“When you said that you couldn’t bodyguard for me tonight, I didn’t know you were going to be hanging out with a crime lord.”
What?
You can practically here the rumble in Sylus’s chest as he chuckles with amusement.
“Sweetie… you didn’t tell me your little boyfriend was a Lemurian.”
Again… what?
Both of your heads whip around, staring at Sylus in shock as that devilish smirk grows broader.
“What? I know a Lemurian when I see one. So… pretty. I can almost smell the attitude and sparkling scales.”
Rafayel flushes heatedly.
“Well, I know a Philosian when I see one.”
You whip around in shock once more. “What?”
“Ashy haired, tall… handsome bastards… the whole lot of you.” Rafayel turns to storm off in a huff and without thinking, you give chase.
“Raf!” Its difficult to catch up in heels, but when you do, you find him sulking in a corner trying to collect himself so that the press doesn’t see.
“Rafayel, are you ok-“
“He just had to be so fucking tall. And handsome. I want to slap his stupid handsome face,” Rafayel mutters under his breath.
“Oh, come on. Is it really so bad that I’m out with another friend?” You ask, rolling your eyes.
“When they are that handsome? Yes. How am I supposed to compete with that?” He looks even more agitated as he brushes his hair out his eyes. “And why does he have to be so fucking tall?”
Both of you practically jump out of your skin as Sylus suddenly appears behind you.
“I really had no say in how tall I’d grow. Maybe you should have eaten your vegetables?” Sylus jokes, but it doesn’t do a lick to eliminate the tension in the air.
Rafayel’s scowl grows as you spot the paparazzi approaching from behind Sylus’s broad shoulders.
“Ugh, I don’t think I can deal with your arrogant ass and Delphy at the same time.” Raf tries to storm off when Sylus reaches out to stop him.
“Arrogant?” Sylus tries to sound offended, but you can tell he is amused. “I haven’t spoken but 50 words to you. I’m already arrogant?”
Rafayel looks more and more agitated, pulling his elbow out of Sylus’s grip and glaring at Delphy as she approaches closer still with that ridiculous camera and the better than you grin she always seemed to wear when she caught wind of a story.
You suddenly double over feigning pain.
“I don’t feel so good,” you whimper. “I think those ghastly hors d’oeuvres did me in.”
Both bickering men rush to your aid, gently supporting your weight. Sylus grabs his phone, calling a car to be brought around to the front immediately as Rafayel soothingly strokes your back.
“You okay?” He whispers into your ear.
“Play along. Let’s get out of here before I deck that bitch,” you whisper back and Rafayel grins before picking you up bridal style.
“Everyone! Out of the way! There is something wrong with the food!” Rafayel shouts as he runs out the front door towards the car Sylus called for you and suddenly, the 3 of you are packed into the back of a small luxury limo with no plan.
Sylus looks at Rafayel with obvious amusement as Rafayel began to visibly panic, having not thought of what could happen next.
“Uh… you can let me out on the corner,” Rafayel manages to stammer, grabbing the door handle and trying urgently to let himself out.
“The child safety lock is on. We can’t get out,” Sylus remarks with a sly smile before shifting his gaze to you.
“Well kitten, our fun got cut short. I wouldn’t mind starting over elsewhere. Your little boyfriend can join.”
For a moment, the car is silent and you can’t help but notice Rafayel not interjecting about not being your boyfriend, Sylus’s earlier teasing replaying in your head.
‘If he isn’t your boyfriend, he wants to be.’
Rafayel’s ear burn bright red, his arms crossed as he sits and simmers in silence.
“Rafayel? Do you… do you want to hang out a bit?” You watch as your bratty lemurian friend softens, arms falling to his side, although his gaze remains fixed out the window.
“For you. If you are the one asking,” Rafayel mumbles. “And there better be food involved. The Gala food was… appalling.”
“That, we can agree on,” Sylus remarks, tapping on the partition. As it lowers, he asks the driver to make a quick stop for takeout.
It occurs to you a plan really hadn’t been laid out, but in a few minutes, the car stops and suddenly smells delicious and a few more minutes later, it stops again in front of one of Sylus’s safe houses.
And before you knew it, the three of you were sitting in the dining room, the same awkward silence from the car ride following you here as you watch two worlds collide.
At least the food was good.
Rafayel continued to glare and Sylus continued to smirk and you continued to nervously look back and forth, racking your brain for ways to alleviate the tension when you spot a bottle of gin.
Alcohol. Perfect.
You shove one final dumpling in your mouth and it seems everyone had an idea to get up at the same time. You stand, Rafayel stands, Sylus stands and you all freeze for a moment before Sylus puts a vinyl record on an antique gramophone.
Rhapsody in Blue swells- the kickoff- a playful tune of the clarinet and the environment suddenly feels very American Prohibition. Fitting, given Sylus’s love of Gin Fizz.
Rafayel follows you to the kitchen as you ice 3 martini glasses and pull out ingredients to make the only non-martini gin cocktail you know how to make… a southside.
“So…” Rafayel says, tone leaning more towards playful. “When did you get cozy with the leader of a criminal syndicate?”
You slap fresh mint loudly between your palms to release the aroma before dropping it into the cocktail shaker.
“You’re the one that sent me into the N109 zone, Raf. You shouldn’t be surprised that I made a few friends along the way.”
Gin, lime juice, simple syrup and ice join the mint and you shake until the metal in your hands becomes so cold it hurts. The ice water chilling the glasses gets tossed into the sink, replaced with the cocktail and garnished with additional mint.
“I suppose that’s fair,” he says with a smile, head shifting to the side causing purple bang to tumble into his eyes. “But the Sylus… you make interesting friends.”
Rafayel reaches for a fresh cocktail, lifting it to his lips and sipping carefully.
“I wasn’t expecting him to be… good looking in person,” he remarks, humming in approval as he takes another sip.
“Talking about me?” Sylus drawls from right behind Rafayel causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
“Holy SHIT!” Rafayel sets his southside down and rinses the liquor off his hands in the sink. “You walk around like a sneaky… cat. I hate cats.”
“Sorry to disturb you.” Sylus’s apology sounds empty as he reaches for a cocktail as well, eyeballing you up and down.
“Pet. You look both stunning… and uncomfortable in that gown. There are some spare clothes in the guest room down the hall and to the left if you’d like to get comfy.”
You release the breath you had no idea you were holding.
“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t thinking about it. This dress is heavy.” You down the rest of your drink as Sylus’s fingers trace the jewels on your side.
“Hmm… yes. Well, you are wearing nearly a million dollars in rubies,” he nearly purrs in your ear. You refuse to look Rafayel’s way as you here him sputter, spilling his drink once more.
“Uh… yes. I guess I will be right back.” You practically rush down the hall with plans to return quickly, but your dress is too heavy and difficult to remove. It takes 5 minutes and a seam ripper to wriggle out of it and when you are free, you are hot and red in the face and need a minute to cool down. The entire time, you worry about how awkward conversation might be while you are gone.
To your surprise however, the two seemed to have made themselves more comfortable. Sylus’s coat and tie were draped over a chair with Rafayel’s belt and Rafayel looked a bit disheveled with his blouse untucked and lightly wrinkled.
“Sweetie, these were good. How did you make them?” Sylus brandishes an empty glass.
Maybe this night wouldn’t be completely awkward.
A few more rounds of liquid courage 17 topics later and you find yourself draped on the couch, back firmly pressed against Sylus’s chest and legs in Rafayel’s lap and the way their fingers brush less than innocently against your skin makes you tingle.
“Alright, I’ll be honest… I’m having a good time,” Rafayel admits, the tips of his ears burning from the alcohol. “I appreciate the rescue. I hate these galas.”
“Mmm, yeah. It did get a lot better, didn’t it?” You can feel Sylus’ chest rumble as he speak and more than your skin tingles as his hand sneaks under your shirt so that his thumb can rub soft circles on your waist.
There are a lot of things that you want to blurt out loud, but the alcohol has made your IQ drop at least 10 points and you choose to keep your mouth shut so that you don’t regret your words tomorrow morning.
Rafayel throws back the last of his drink before chuckling and leaning back, squeezing your thigh.
“So…” He asks more towards Sylus than you. “You didn’t really have to rescue me. So, I guess what I am trying to say is that I appreciate it. But… also, why?”
Rafayel’s eyes dart to the exposed skin around your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You tense slightly as the mood shifts.
“Oh… maybe because you are almost as pretty as she is.”
Rafayel’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Are you… hitting on me?”
Oh… oh dear.
You feel the grip Rafayel has on your thighs become almost painfully tight.
“Isn’t he pretty, kitten?” Sylus whispers in your ear, his lips tickling your earlobe and making you shiver.
You nod as Rafayel’s eyes darken.
“I… I‘m not sober enough for this conversation. I should go…” Rafayel drawls slowly, but fails to remove himself from the couch.
“Oh… I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of you while drunk,” Sylus remarks as his lips begin to trail down the side of your neck.
Rafayel leans forward, his gaze fixed to the wet trail Sylus leaves on your skin. You stare at him in turn. He looks nothing short of famished. He is a thirsty man in a desert and he looks at you like you are a tall glass of water.
“I am very aware of one thing…” Sylus’s lips begin to explore the other side of your neck and you whimper, causing Rafayel’s grip to now become painful.
“You’d want her sober.”
Oh, shit.
Rafayel leans in closer, drawn like a moth to the flame as he watched Sylus do all the things he wished he could do to your body.
“Maybe,” Sylus’s hand reaches up your shirt to caress your breast and you moan, twisting as the heat between your legs becomes uncomfortable. “Maybe, I just want to watch two pretty people touch each other.”
The only word to describe the expression on Rafayel’s face is slutty. He leans in, lips ghosting over yours before asking, “Only if it’s okay with you?”
You answer by pulling lips firmly against your and your world flips upside down as everyone suddenly shifts. Sylus pulls your ass flush against his cock, leaning back, his hand still firmly grasping your breast under your shirt and pulling you back with him. Rafayel responds in kind, crawling on hands and knees so that your lips stay locked.
“I’ve always wanted you,” Rafayel practically whimpers against your lips as Sylus’s hands wander into your shorts. You tremble as your lips part and Rafayel’s tongue wrestles with yours as he pulls your shorts off.
“Hmm, eager?” Sylus’s teases as Rafayel crouches, hastily kissing up your thighs. You whimper petulantly as Sylus’s fingers test your folds before moving to tease your clit.
“Seem you aren’t the only one,” Sylus groans. “Kitten, you are so wet.”
Rafayel smacks Sylus’s hand away, his tongue lapping your clit as Sylus pulls your shirt over your head to kiss across your shoulders.
“Mmm,” Sylus murmurs against the back of your neck. “He is feral. I like it. Do you like it kitten?”
“Yes!” Your hands grip Rafayel’s hair as he begins to slowly pump two fingers inside you and continues to diligently lap at your clit. “I… oh, God! I love it!”
Rafayel moans between your legs. “I finally know how you taste. I can’t get enough.” He nuzzles as he laps, nose buried tightly in your navel and his fingers pick up the pace causing you to buck and yelp.
Sylus shifts, rutting against your ass and you realize just how huge he feels against you, causing you to shudder.
Rafayel suddenly applies rhythmic pressure to your navel with the palm of your hand and you can’t help but shriek as he fingers pump faster as he still works your clit with his tongue.
“FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck… gonna cum! Gonna cum!” Your thighs tighten, gripping Rafayel’s head, but it won’t stop him as his tongue continues to carry you through your orgasm and then some.
“That’s it, kitty. Let us hear you,” Sylus coos into your ear before nibbling your earlobe.
Your body quakes from overstimulation as Rafayel continues. Your toes curl, your grip on his hair tightens and you continue to cry out your bliss as the two men clutching you react.
Rafayel finally surfaces for air, kissing a trail up your abdomen before his lips find yours. You taste yourself on him as brings your hand to feel his arousal straining against his pants.
“Little dove… did he do good?” Sylus rumbles and you nod, whimpering as you still try to catch your breath.
“Then maybe he deserves a reward, hmm? But what kind?”
“Fuck,” Rafayel groans against your lips. “Please,” he begs, voice dripping with need.
Sylus stands with you in his arms and tugs on Rafayel’s shirt.
“Bedroom.”
Your panting echoes in the hallway as Sylus carries you to the master suite. He gently sets you down on the bed before reaching for a drawer and pulling out straps.
Rafayel joins you on the bed, lips kissing arbitrary patterns across your skins for a moment before gasping upon realizing what Sylus was pulling out of its plastic packaging.
“A strap-on? You serious?” Rafayel stammers, eye wide as the dart back and forth between you and Sylus.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Sylus says, eyes challenging. “Look me in the eye and you tell me you wouldn’t absolutely love being taken from behind by her.”
You playfully hold the strap on up, modeling it against your hips.
“I’m down.”
Rafayel’s breath catches in his throat. “Fuck.” Beautiful rosy and blue eyes flick back and forth between you and Sylus before he casts his eyes downward, eyes hidden behind long eyelashes. Palming his face, he takes a deep breath and looks at you once more.
“Fuuuck.”
“Do you want it, Rafayel?” You ask as he sighs burying his in his hands.
“Oh… he wants it,” Sylus responds, eye glowing as he reads Rafayel’s desires.
You lean in closer, lips gently and sweetly pressing against his as Rafayel pulls you closer against him. You trace soothing patterns across his back until he squeezes you tighter.
“You… you don’t think its weird?” he asks hesitantly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“I think it’s hot.”
“FUCK!” You feel Rafayel’s cock jump in his pants. “Yes. Yes. I want it.”
Its your turn to flip Rafayel’s world upside down and you do it with glee as you suck red marks across his neck. You cup his erection through is pants and as your teeth begin to nip his collar bone, you unzip his pants and slide them down with his boxers.
His cock weeps, pre-cum dripping as you grasp and pump it with slow but firm strokes, causing to hiss as he rutted into your hand.
“Shhh. Let me look at you. Take off your shirt.” Rafayel rips his shirt off, and tosses off to the corner and he is flush, panting with blown pupils. His skin is creamy and you nibble near his belly button and tease your way down.
“God, please,” he whimpers as grips the bedspread tightly. “I’ve… I’ve waited so long.”
You glance over at Sylus who made himself comfortable in an armchair, content to watch you touch his Lemurian guest.
“Lube?”
Sylus gestures to the small bottle on the bed next to the strap on. You reach for it, coating your fingers generously before circling Rafayel’s little pink, puckered star.
Rafayel shivers in anticipation when your lips kiss the head of his pretty cock. He was so worked up; it was almost purple like his hair.
“Please-“ he begins to beg when you take his full length in your mouth and push your middle finger in at the same time.
“Oh god!” He sobs, back arching against the bed sharply. You push his hips down against the bed and hold him still as your head slowly bobs up and down his length, finger pumping a bit faster.
“Fuck… yes… so good,” he cries and encouraged, you slip another finger in, scissoring and stretching him out as he sobs with pleasure.
Its feels empowering reducing a Lemurian to tears of pleasure and you relax your jaw, taking his beautiful, weeping cock all the way, his cock entering your esophagus. And with your nose buried deep in a small patch of purple hair, you take a deep breath before your long tongue slowly extend outward to lick his balls causing him to suddenly sit up and grip your hair tightly.
“Kitten… I had no idea you were so talented.” Sylus remarks with clear amusement.
“I… fuuuuck… I didn’t even know this was possible,” Rafayel pants, eyes wild with disbelief.
You slurp on his cock loudly as you return to your rhythm, humming with enthusiasm as your fingers continue to scissor and his hands clench your hair tighter.
He moans and moans until he suddenly grows quiet and you know its because he is just about to tip over the edge when you pull back, causing him to whimper, nearly pouting as he is denied his orgasm.
“Soon,” You promise as you equip yourself with the strap-on.
“Oh, God. Th-this is really happening,” Rafayel stutters.
“Only of you want it to happen,” you reassure before he shakes his head.
“Please. I need this,” he groans as he gets on his hands and knees.
“Facing me,” Sylus directs and Rafayel shifts. “I want to see both of your faces.”
You coat the dildo generously with lube before settling behind Rafayel, your heart pounding in anticipation. You kiss soft trails across his back reassuringly as you slowly push the dildo inside him, causing him to hiss with pleasure.
“He looks so pretty on his hands and knees, doesn’t he, sweetie?” Sylus remarks with mirth.
“Mmm, so pretty. You ready for me to move, pretty baby?” You ask and Rafayel nods as he gasps.
Your hands move to firmly grip his waist and you move, rearing back before carefully pushing forward.
“Good?” You ask as he mewls.
“God, YES!” He cries and its more than enough for you to set an impressive pace, fucking him the way you’ve always wanted to be fucked. With every few thrusts, you change angles slightly, hoping to find his sweet spot. You relish the sounds each thrust elicits when suddenly-
“OH, FUCK! OH, GOD!”
You found it.
A goal. A singular goal. You picture the spot in your head and proceed to ram the ever-loving-shit out of it as Sylus roars with approval.
“If you could just see the slutty look on his pretty face, kitten.”
You could picture it in your head and you bite your lip as beautiful scales reveal themselves around his neck and down his back.
You continue what can only be described as sensuous assault against Rafayel’s prostate when his elbows give out and he plops down, face buried in the sheets. You lose the angle, but only for a second and as you adjust and find it. As you pound into it, he cries out louder.
You see his elbow began to move, matching the pace you’ve set and you give his ass a sharp, stinging slap.
“Oh, he wants to touch himself so badly, kitten,” Sylus remarks, but its obvious in the way Rafayel sobs wantonly into the sheets beneath him.
You lean forward, gripping his hair firmly, turning his head just enough so that he can see you.
“You are going to cum because I fucked the shit out of you. No touching yourself.” Rafayel nods and cries out louder as you resume your pace.
“Please! Please! I’m so close!” Rafayel sobs and you hit that sweet spot with more enthusiasm when his body starts to quake.
“That’s it,” Sylus hums as he strokes himself over his pants and you hear cum splatter against the sheets underneath you.
“Good boy,” You coo, leaning to kiss across Rafayel’s back as he continues to cum on the sheets and you reach between his legs to stroke out the rest.
“God, Raf. You are so pretty when you come,” Sylus hums as he rises, stripping himself of clothing quickly as Rafayel collapses on the bed.
The strap on is ripped off in second and Sylus suddenly pins you to the bed, shoulder to shoulder with Raf and he pushes your lips to his.
You kiss him sweetly as he pants beside you and Sylus positions himself between your legs.
“That was so hot, I don’t think I’m going to last at all,” Sylus groans through gritted teeth, but he plunges inside you with zeal, leaning over to pull Raf closer for a three-way kiss as you moan, legs circling him.
Fuck… finally. You feel so full, his cock stretching you out blissfully, hitting all of the right spots and you realize you aren’t going to last long either. At some point you said it out loud, but your lips become pre-occupied with Raf’s once more and you moan into his mouth as Sylus grunts and uses your body, seeking the relief he’d been denying himself up to this point.
“Fuck, kitten! This is bliss,” Sylus sinks his teeth into the flesh around your pulse point and the pain causes your pussy to throb as he takes you roughly.
“Fuck! Oh! Ohh!” You cry-out, back arching as he hits that spot that makes you see stars over and over.
Raf, still a puddle of goo, reaches over to rub your clit and its game over. You feel your pussy throb violently as you cry out with pleasure, legs shaking around Sylus as he groans with approval.
“Goddamn…” He pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Should I pull out?”
“Fuck no!” you shout and he moans as his hips faulter, sputtering as his cock expands and explodes inside you, panting and groaning with satisfaction, before he collapses to your side.
The three of you lie in silence, save for the panting you can’t seem to slow down.
“Alright…,” Rafayel starts first. “What the fuck… was that?”
“Whatever it was, it was fun,” you answer, suddenly shy as a blush blooms across your face.
“It should happen again sober,” Sylus adds, turning on his side so that he can wrap his arms around you. “That way, I can be sure you are consenting for all the things I want to do you to.” Sylus gently pinches Rafayel’s cheek causing him to huff indignantly.
“You… are lucky you are so goddamn handsome.”
You erupt in a fit of giggles in between them causing the both of them to smirk.
“We should probably get cleaned up…” you ponder aloud as Sylus pulls you closer to spoon you and grabs Raf’s elbow, encouraging him to become your little spoon, but only so he can drape his arm over the two of you at the same time.
“Later,” Sylus hums happily. “Lets just take a few minutes to breathe.”
But the three of you fade to black, the exhaustion and alcohol vapors lulling you to comfortable sleep. And when you wake, you know, things will never be the same again.