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Letting out a heavy sigh, Liam took a step back from his work bench and examined the result of the last three hours of work. He didn't often get commissions of this scale, didn't often feel up to the task or didn't want to spend that much time on a side hustle when he had so many other things to do, be it tasks for art school, helping in the bakery, or just spending time with friends.
But this one project had piqued his interest. Creating a high-quality replica of one of his favourite fantasy weapons for a passionate cosplayer? Hell, yes! And the iconic priest staff from the classical World or Warcraft era, the Benediction? Even better. There were some sentimental values associated with this one, and basking in those for a while again was fun.
But now, the work was done. And it had turned out fantastically, if he was allowed to say so himself.
He took one last appraising look at his creation then went to clean up his work space. Waste in the bin, all tools back into their places on the shelf, and any left-over material that was still usable back into the storage room. Even though he might have to sort through the things he kept there again to free up some space.
After Violet had moved in a couple of months ago, they'd rearranged their rooms, assigning half of his former storage room as the new office place so she could have her own room. It didn't matter that she and Xaden were all but inseparable, she still deserved her own private space.
A smile tugged at Liam's lips. He'd loved having the luxury of so much space for his art supplies, but he loved having her in their lives more.
After finishing up, he strolled over into their shared living area where he heard her working in the kitchen. She couldn't hold a tune to save her life but that didn't keep her from humming to herself as she finished cleaning the counter tops, and it was adorable.
"Anything left I can help you with?" he asked, looking around. It might be her week of kitchen duty, but that didn't mean he couldn't offer a hand.
"Thanks, but I'm done now." She gave him a radiant smile. "I'm just using my time judiciously while I wait for Xaden to be done downstairs."
Chuckling, Liam threw an arm around her shoulders and plugged the towel from her hand. "You could simply relax for a moment," he teased. "You don't have to be busy non-stop to prove that you've earned your place here."
With her lips pressed into an apologetic smile, Violet dug her head down, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. His comment had hit the mark. Sometimes, Liam wanted to hunt down and throttle Violet's mother and everyone who'd given her the feeling that, at any moment, she had to fight to prove her worth. But at least she was slowly getting better at winding down.
"Come on." He took her hand and tugged her over towards the big love seat that was wide enough to easily hold two or even three people. "Let's cuddle a bit until your boyfriend has time for you again. That's what I'd call spending your time judiciously."
"Trying to steal my girl again, Mairi?" came Xaden's voice from the stairs that led down to the shop and the bakery.
Liam grinned. His brother had impeccable timing, as always. "I might," he called back. "If only to remind you not to take her for granted."
As if Xaden ever would. It was nearly a year now since Violet had stormed into their shop and their lives, and still Xaden was as smitten with her as on that first day. They really were awfully cute together.
Violet chuckled and Xaden snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes as he came over to where Liam still had one arm around her. He leaned down to kiss her, his hands cupping her face, and Liam all but melted inside at how she hummed against Xaden's lips. Yep, awfully cute indeed.
Then she squealed and pushed him away. "Stop, you're still covered in flour," she complained, shaking her head as if that would help get the mess off she skin. "And I already took a shower. Go and get ready or we'll be late."
Laughing, Xaden retreated, and once again Liam marvelled at how he'd changed. How…how lighthearted he was these days, how often and easily he laughed like this. Violet was really and truly the best fucking thing that ever happened to them.
Then he cocked his head. "Oh, right! It's your cinema date today, isn't it?"
"Yep," Violet nodded, gazing after where Xaden had just disappeared into their bathroom. "Cinema and dinner at the pizzeria afterwards. And even though I know Rhiannon or Imogen would get tickets and popcorn for us if I texted them, I really don't want to be late."
Liam nodded. That was fair enough. He turned her around and looked her over from head to foot, inspecting her blue blouse and the long brown skirt for any stains. "Looks like you're still presentable," he finally stated. "So you still have time for those cuddles."
"Well, how could I say no to that?" Smiling, Violet followed him. "Oh, by the way. This package arrived for you earlier." She pointed at a shoe-box-sized parcel on the sideboard near the TV.
In passing, Liam threw a glance at the sender. Johnson Trading and Distribution. His lips tugged into a little smirk. Couldn't have been any more inconspicuous, eh?
Out loud, he said, "Thanks! I'll get to it later. Now, I have more important things to do." He grinned, tugging Violet to his side.
For a few minutes, he and Violet just lay in that oversized love seat, and Liam watched her relaxing more and more with every slow intake of breath. Gods, he loved this. Xaden accepting him as he was had never truly surprised him, even though he knew how lucky he was. But Violet doing it, too? Not minding sharing her space with him? It was almost as good as how happy she made Xaden.
He bent his head to drop a light kiss on top of her braided hair where her cheek rested on his chest, her arm lazily slung across his abdomen, then chuckled when she breathed an almost sleepily sounding "…love you, too…"
Yeah, having her living with them, it truly was the best thing that ever happened to them.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," came Xaden's voice from where he'd grabbed his and Violet’s jackets from the closet. It was awfully cold today for the height of summer. "Unless you're unable to tear yourself away from Liam?" His tone was teasing, but the warm smile on his face spoke of all the love he felt for them, a sentiment Liam returned wholeheartedly.
"Come on, sleepy head." Liam helped Violet stand up, then grinned at the way Xaden’s eyes traced her every curve as she stretched.
"And you're sure you don't want to join in, Liam?" Xaden asked as he helped Violet into her jacket.
Liam snorted. "And be the odd one out on your group date? I don't think so." Besides, he had other plans for today.
Xaden paused as he opened the door for Violet and threw him an incredulous look. "Group date? What are you talking about? It's just us and some of our friends."
Liam suppressed a laugh "Yeah, right. Who was it again? Aside from you, Imogen and Garrick will be there, right?"
"And Rhiannon and Tara," Violet added helpfully, eyeing Xaden with a bemused look.
Xaden's gaze switched from Liam to Violet and to Liam again. "Yeah, and Bodhi. And Ridoc. What's your point?"
Oh, Loial help his oblivious mind. But Liam didn't give him an answer, just smirk.
Xaden blinked. "What…Bodhi and Ridoc? When…How…?"
Biting her lip, Violet put a hand on Xaden's back and pushed him towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to you on the way," Liam heard her say, clearly fighting a laugh.
Liam shook his head, chuckling. Xaden usually was pretty observant when it came to other people, scarily so even at times. But there was something about Violet, something that broke through his carefully crafted defenses that made him regularly lose his head and entirely focus on only her. At those times, even a war could break loose around him and he wouldn't notice. And while that could be annoying in certain situations…Liam was mostly glad about it. That she was able to take his mind off all the pressure he put on himself.
He waited for a moment until he heard the door downstairs falling shut behind them. He could have gone with them, group date or not. None of their friends would have made him feel left out, and besides, in a way it was becoming more and more clear that they were a thing. Not just Xaden and Violet, but all three of them in some convoluted way.
But he didn't really feel like watching a movie today, so that they hadn't tried to make him come along meant even more to him. That, even though they were growing more and more into a strange but easy three-person-family, it didn't always have to be all three of them.
Liam took another deep breath, feeling light and happy as he let it out. This last year really had turned all their lives for the better.
Then his gaze wandered to the parcel on the side board.
His plan for today had been set already, a kind of reward for so diligently working on that staff prop. But, oh, what perfect timing that his order had arrived today, as well. And that he had the entire apartment to himself. Generally, it didn't bother him too much when he got loud while masturbating. He'd meant what he'd said to Violet all those months ago, why hold back when you're enjoying yourself? But still, today's session might be best enjoyed without an audience.
"Well, then. Let's take a look at you," he murmured as he opened the parcel. There were the usual advertising flyers, hygiene instructions, and a discount voucher— he kept that last one, but put the rest back into the box. He knew how to be safe with his toys, after all— and beneath those lay a sealed bag with a large dildo in it.
Liam let out a whistle as he examined it. Over twelve inches of beautiful wolf dragon cock, complete with thick ridges along the shaft and a nice veiny knot. The tip was in a shiny bright red that faded to a dark maroon at the base, and when he squeezed it— Liam couldn't suppress a little groan. Fuck, it was just the perfect firmness for his taste. "You and I are going to become really good friends, I think," he said with a smirk, his lip catching between his teeth.
With excitement sizzling in his belly, Liam brought the toy to his bedroom, then went to discard the trash. On his way back, he grabbed a large towel from the bathroom and, after a short moment of pondering, went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of the expensive whisky Garrick had given him for his last birthday. With a toy of that size, he preferred his head to be a tiny bit muddled, let alone what else he wanted to use. He took a tiny first sip and let his eyes flutter shut as the golden liquid rolled like velvet over his tongue, at the pleasant burn it left and the fine smoky aroma. Mmmh, he really had to thank Garrick for this one again. Later.
Satisfied, he went back to his bedroom, placed the glass onto his bedside table, and then spread the towel out over the bed. Things were bound to get messy. Then he took all toys he needed out of the box beneath his bed and prepared them, the new dildo, two smaller ones for preparations—one a 'natural' silicon cock in black, the other a purple tentacle— and a set of ribbed stainless steel rods of varying widths, along with lube and baby wipes.
By now, his cock had begun to fill out in anticipation, and he quickly took off his clothes now that he was ready to get going. All naked, Liam made himself comfortable on his bed— his head and shoulders resting against the headboard and cushions supporting his lower back— and, coated in enough lube, began to finger himself open. The first finger went in with no problem, the second following quickly, and even the third didn't take long, not with how regularly he liked to spread himself open to his limits. For a few minutes, he simply enjoyed the easy slide along his inner walls, the way his cock hardened slowly. He took another bigger sip from the whisky, letting his head drop back at the pleasant buzz it left.
After cleaning his hand with a wet wipe, Liam reached for the smaller of the two preparation dildos. It was a good deal wider than his three fingers before, so he took his time working it in, moaning freely at the stretch, the way it set his entire body on high alert. Fuck, this felt good. Slowly, he pushed deeper only gradually before pulling the toy out again, starting the whole process anew. Relishing in the way it made every nerve in his body sing. Once it was sheathed fully, Liam tightened his muscles around the toy and rotated his hips to move it inside him, gasping when it brushed against his prostate. He did it again and again, moaning at the way it made his cock twitch.
Once he'd got used to the stretch of this toy, he repeated the process with the second one, its girth distinctly wider than that of the first, and Liam had to force himself to breath through the stretch, his entire body buzzing with the intensity of it. His breath came in harsh gasps now, his muscles trembling a little. There was a first small edge of pain in this, and he relished it, clung to it. In this state, this kind of pain was just another form of pleasure to him.
His groans grew louder the deeper he worked the tentacle into his ass, the ridges and bumps along its length drawing a first few shouts from him. His cock was fully hard now, twitching at the stimulation from inside him, but Liam didn't touch it, not yet. By the time the toy was filling him completely, there was a thin sheen of sweat all over his skin, precome drooling from his tip, and he had to breathe through the intensity or the stretch, the sense of fullness and anticipation. All his nerves were buzzing with excitement, ready to burst already.
"Fuck," he mewled, gasping. "And I'm not even done preparing." He let out a breathy chuckling, his head swimming, reeling with the overload of sensations.
Forcing his body to calm down at least a little, Liam took another mouthful of whisky, keeping the liquid on his tongue and letting the burn help ground himself. He waited a minute or three, his body moving on reflex to let the toy stimulate him until he'd grown used to it. With slow deliberate movements so as to not lose the toy, he pushed himself up and onto his knees. In this position and with the thick base of the toy, it pushed in even deeper, and Liam let out a shout as his cock jerked, more precome dripping down onto the towel. This position was better, gave him more control, but—FUCK!— did it also make everything feel even more intense.
When he finally reached for his cock, the additional stimulation forced something between a grunt and howl from his chest, his eyes flying wide. Gods, he was so sensitive that it would probably only take seconds for him to come if he wanted to. But not yet, he was far from done for today.
He needed another few deep breaths before his hand stopped trembling, before he dared to reach for the slimmest of the metal rods. The sound was about 7 mm wide, but for Liam, this was only the first warm-up. With slow measured movements, he coated the sound and the tip of his cock in lube, then brought the rod to the hole at his tip. With another few deep breaths, he let the metal slide along the opening, teasing himself, before slowly pushing it in. It slid in with ease, and Liam let out another deep moan at how the ribbed surface massaged the inside of his cock.
"Ah, shit!" he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved the sound up and down, his fist holding his cock tight on the outside. Fuck, he loved this, how it brought his pleasure to a whole new level. He quickly replaced the rod with the next bigger one, 1 cm, stretching his cock a little, too. With this one, he pushed in a little deeper, and—
"OH, FUUUCK!!!" he howled as he reached his prostate, his head dropping back, and his entire body jerked, chasing the sensation that brought him right to the edge in an instant. He forced himself to hold still, to let it ebb down again. Fighting to stay in control, he moved the rod again, small motions, until he could bear it with relative ease.
By now, his head was swimming, from the alcohol and the sensations alike. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this felt so fucking good. He kept moving the sound up and down, in and out, fucking his cock and his prostate with it while at the same time fucking himself on the toy in his ass. He was floating in an ocean of sensations, each single one enough to have his body coiled tight, pleasure burning hot, his muscles straining to stay in control. But combined, they were nothing but a cacophony of impressions that made it impossible to focus on only one.
More than once, he felt his orgasm approaching, and with each time, it became harder to stop before it hit him, his arms and legs trembling from the effort. By now, he'd lost all track of how loud he was, shouting and moaning freely to find at least some release.
It was an act of sheer will to eventually stop completely. Gasping a low curse, Liam slowly pulled the rod from his cock and then lifted himself off the dildo in his ass. Fuck, he felt empty all of a sudden, shivering at the cool air brushing over his heated skin. But despite how amazing these just now had already felt… They'd only been foreplay.
Excitement brought a wide grin on his face as his eyes wandered to the new wolf dragon toy. This was what he'd been working up to. The shaft alone was a good deal thicker than the tentacle, and the knot… Liam shuttered at the thought of that particular part pushing into him, his cock throbbing and jerking in anticipation.
He knocked back the rest of his whisky, humming at the pleasant burn in his throat, at how his head spun with it. Slowly, he pushed down onto the flared tip after positioning the monster cock at his stretched entrance and couldn't help the way his eyes shifted out of focus and his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as it stretched him open wider and wider. He'd prepared himself well yet at the same time, it felt like nothing could ever prepare him for this kind of sensation, the low burn that got instantly swept away by intense pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" he grunted as it filled him, more thoroughly than anything ever before, as gravity helped him sinking down on it. "Sweet fucking Malek! This is—" Glorious. It was fucking glorious. His breath came in quick gasps as he held himself just above the thick knot, whining at how it felt even bigger now than it had seemed before.
But he didn't need to take that one right away, at least. His gaze swept back to the two remaining sounds, one 1,2 cm wide, the other 1,5. He took a couple of deep heavy breaths before reaching for the smaller one. Usually, he enjoyed stretching his entire body to its limits. But today, with that monster already seated in his ass and the promise of more brushing against his hole…yeah, this would be enough.
Liam forced himself to hold still, even as his entire body was crying out in need of grinding itself onto the dragon cock. "Just a moment," he told himself in a strained voice. Just to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Slowly, he pushed the rod into his cock, his eyes glued to where the thick protrusions moved beneath his skin. This one was thick enough to be visible from the outside as well, and on some days, this visual alone was enough to make him come on the spot.
Not today, though. Just like before, he focused on slowly fucking himself with the ribbed metal, gradually pushing deeper and deeper until the first bulbs penetrated his prostate, and the scream that tore from his throat would have worried him if he wasn't so fucking high on this pleasure already, the drink a pleasant back-burner.
With everything in place, Liam finally gave himself permission to move, to seek the pleasure and the release his body craved so dearly. He was gasping out little cries as his hips and thighs started to move on their own, bouncing and grinding against the toy in his ass while at the same time fucking his cock into his fist, the movement enough to make the rod inside his length shift and spur him on even more.
Within moments, his gasped cries turned louder, harsher, more urgent until he was screaming, shouting, howling in his need to find release. Just like before, the different sensations were tearing him back and forth, making it impossible to focus on only one. But where before this setting had kept him from following one sensation to completion, they now all worked in tandem to drive him higher and higher, until he felt like he wasn't in his body at all anymore, until his life, his body, his self barely mattered. All that mattered, all that existed, was this sizzling pleasure, the burning heat in his veins, his balls, the tight coil in his guts that wound only tighter with every passing moment.
Liam chased his release relentlessly now, his movements broader, harsher. Letting out one scream after the other, he slammed down onto the dragon cock in his ass, thrust his own cock into his tight fist where it was jerking up and down his shaft, the ribbed metal stimulating him from the inside until he was on fire.
With one final yell, Liam pushed down onto the toy one last time, the knot popping into him, and it was the final straw, the last impulse he'd needed. He came violently, his entire body jerking as his orgasm crashed into him. It crackled through every nerve, every vain, made his toes curl and his muscles spasm, let pleasure shoot up his spine to explode in his head, blinding him like fireworks. His hand kept moving on his shaft as the pressure of his come built inside his cock, adding even more sensations before he pulled the rod out in one barely controlled motion.
He came like a fountain all over the towel-covered bed. One spurt after the other shot from his tip, his balls churning and his body unwilling to stop moving, seeking more pleasure instead. Even as the orgasm finally fizzled out and painful overstimulation shot through him, piercing like hot needles, he didn't stop, relishing in the harsh contrast, the way it forced his body to feel after this explosion. He could only endure it for a few moments, but— fuck!— they were worth it.
It took a minute or three before the blissful haze in Liam's mind cleared enough for him to take in his surroundings again. Unsurprisingly, he lay sideways on his bed, for once not in his own spent, and his entire body felt like jelly, his bones and muscles unwilling to cooperate. Aftershocks still rippled through him in small waves, tickling his overly sensitive body in strange ways, leaving him giggling despite his hoarse throat. By Malek's balls and Dunne's tits, that was easily the best fucking orgasm he'd had in his life.
. o O o .
Xaden
"I think I want your ass tonight."
Xaden turned to throw a glance back at Violet where she climbed the stairs behind him. "Oh, is that so?" he smirked, warmth rushing through his body.
Violet hummed with a slight nod. Her eyes— shining brightly from the cocktail she’d had earlier— were glued to his backside, her lower lip trapped between her teeth, and just imagining what might be going through her mind right now was enough to let his cock fill out a little. Gods, this woman…
"Well, if that's your wish," he murmured in a rough whisper. "Then I'll make myself available to you."
Her eyes flared even brighter at that, and even though her suggestions of trying something new the other day still daunted him…well, he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued, either. And tonight felt like a good night to give those ideas a try.
His pulse quickened but he pushed down his arousal, at least for the moment, and instead opened the door at the top of the stairs that led into their apartment. Liam, lounging on the sofa, looked up as they entered, a lazy grin on his face.
"There you are," he greeted them, pushing himself up on suspiciously shaky legs. "How was the group date?"
Beside him, Violet chuckled. "It was fun," she snickered. "You should have come along. Would have loved to tease Xaden about his obliviousness with the rest of us."
A shit-eating grin spread across Liam's face, but Xaden just rolled his eyes. Yeah, he'd apparently completely missed any and all obvious signs for his cousin having a new boyfriend. But to be fair, he'd only been in the same room as Bodhi and Ridoc twice before today, and it wasn't as if their love life was something they often talked about. So, whatever.
"We brought you a pizza." He held up the box in his hand. "But if all you can do is be a nuisance, I'll eat it myself." He'd do it, too, just to spite him. Even though he already felt comfortably full and any more might put a dent in Violet's plans for later. So…maybe he wouldn't eat Liam's pizza, after all.
Liam's grin turned into a smirk, as if he was able to read Xaden's thoughts on his face. But, thankfully, he didn't call him out. "Then I better behave, eh? Because I'm starving." He took the box and opened it, inhaling deeply. "Mmhh, smells delicious." He placed the box down on the low coffee table, then went to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Not eating at the dining table today?" Violet asked as she took off her shoes and sighed in relief. That noise alone was nearly enough to make him drag her over to their room directly, to make her moan like that a few dozen more times.
But her question was valid. Usually, Liam despised eating pizza at that low table. So far, he had yet to keep his clothes clear at least once during such an occasion.
Liam let out a small huffed laugh. "Yeah, well, I'd still prefer the dining table, but I don't think I can sit on a chair for any length of time, so the sofa will have to do."
A slow smirk spread across Xaden's face, and as he noticed Liam's wobbly steps back to the sofa, he understood. "Looks like you used your afternoon well. No wonder you didn't want to come with us." It was nice to tease someone else for a change.
But Liam refused to be teased, his lips tilting into a lazy grin instead. "Fuck, yeah," he hummed, now sounding as blissed out as he truly seemed to be. "I tested a new toy and it was fucking amazing." A shudder ran through Liam, his grin widening. "Which means that, after eating this, I'll probably fall into bed and sleep like a stone. So whatever you two have planned, you can be as loud as you want, I won't be hearing a thing."
"Now, if that isn't convenient," Violet smirked, and a moment later, her hand landed on Xaden's backside with an audible smack!. "I think we'll make good use of that offer."
Warmth rose to his cheeks, and Xaden couldn't help how his cock grew hard quickly now in his denims. Gods, he was fucking weak for this woman, for everything she wanted to do to him, and for everything she let him to to her in return.
When Xaden looked up though, he was met with the dirtiest smirk he'd ever seen on Liam's face. "Seems like I won't be the only one unable to walk tomorrow."