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Emmrich sighed wearily as he stood before the front door of his house. His day had been long, filled with meetings on top of his usual lectures, the final term at the University coming finally to an end. Soon summer would come and his workload would lessen, but for now he had numerous essays to grade, and panicked undergraduates to counsel.
He had managed to run under the roof of the porch just before the light spring rain had turned from a fine mist into a full downpour. Fat raindrops thrummed heavily against the roof as he rummaged his pockets for his keys, his other arm holding the pile of folders against his chest so that they wouldn’t fall to the ground. He cursed quietly when the keyring snagged on a loose strand of thread inside his pocket, but after struggling for a while, he managed to fish out his keys without mangling his coat any further, or without dropping any of his papers to the ground.
When he finally made it through the door, he noticed that the lights had been turned on. Either Lucanis hadn’t left for his meeting yet, or Rook had already made it back home.
Their shared home, Emmrich thought fondly, as he toed off his boots and hung his overcoat and scarf on the coat rack. The three of them had bought a lovely two-storey house from a peaceful neighbourhood, and The Crossroads University where Emmrich and Rook worked was close enough so that they could walk there if the weather was fair. When Lucanis wasn’t travelling for his own work, or when his presence wasn’t demanded at the main office of The Antivan Crow , he liked to work from home. He had turned the small room that had been used as an extra pantry by the previous owners into his home office, citing that the small size of it helped him keep focused on his work, forcing him to keep his paperwork smartly organised, and not scattered around on every surface available. (Lucanis had very pointedly looked at Rook when he had said this, and Rook had pretended not to notice.)
It was just the cosy kind of home that Emmrich had always wanted. The house itself was old, but well-kept, with a big plot of land where Emmrich could plant a garden full of his favourite flowers, complete with a spacious greenhouse that was perfect for the tomatoes and herbs Lucanis liked to grow. There was even a small copse of fruit trees that bore apples and cherries and sweet little plums, perfect for homemade jams. A little bit further on there was an old elm tree, where Rook had set up a tyre-swing for Manfred’s immense joy.
It had been a year since the three of them had moved in together, but the novelty of seeing their shared possessions scattered around the house hadn’t lost its shine yet. Emmrich hadn’t the faintest idea how he’d gotten so lucky, to be honest. Four years ago he would have laughed in disbelief if someone was to tell him that he would be sharing his life with these amazing men that he had happened to meet by chance.
Emmrich had always dreamed of starting a family and sharing his life with a life-long partner. But when he had been a young man, his relationships had been passionate but fleeting, his romantic partners not ready to settle down yet. Then, in his later years, Emmrich had not met many who would’ve been willing to share his time with Manfred, his ward. Manfred wasn’t related to him by blood, but he had become like a son to Emmrich. A darling boy, who was so curious about everything and everyone around him, who struggled with his words, but didn’t let that stop him in the slightest. He had grown into a fine young man, and he had quite the bright future ahead of him, Emmrich was sure of it. (Currently, Manfred was on a week-long trip to Minrathous with his school. Emmrich already missed him.)
Over the decades Emmrich had quite lost his hope for everlasting romantic love, but he had been happy enough with the little family that was made up of him and Manfred. But destiny was funny like that, and it had dropped two gorgeous, and absurdly sweet men into his life when he had least expected it.
Four years ago, The Crossroads University had held a fund-raising gala, the donations intended for the restoration of the building itself. The University was one of the oldest in the country, and time had eaten away at its structural integrity. During the gala, Bellara (who had been Emmrich’s dear friend ever since she had accidentally wandered into his lecture about forensic anthropology, instead of Strife’s lecture about cultural anthropology) had introduced him to Rook; an archaeologist who had just started his tenure at the University as a teacher.
Emmrich wouldn’t have believed him to be a teacher at first, not by his appearance alone. (Not that Emmrich was one to talk; his own jewellery and clothes made him look quite eccentric.) Rook’s billowy white shirt had been cut with a shockingly low neckline that plunged down to his stomach, exposing the numerous pendants and amulets that glinted against his tan, muscled chest, and he’d looked down-right roguish with his neatly trimmed beard and moustache that curled from the tips. A row of bronze earrings had decorated both of his ears, and he had worn a pair of dark, form-fitting trousers that had accentuated his tight ass in the most devastating way. His dark, wavy hair had been loosely tied back, with a few unruly curls framing his face, and the first hints of grey streaked through his hair like silver. He smiled often and freely, a crooked little turn of lips that made the corners of his dark eyes crinkle with crow’s feet. All in all, he had looked like he had stepped out from the cover of some historical romance book.
After his initial flustering, Emmrich had been pleased to notice that Rook wasn’t just good looking (like one of Emmrich’s wet dreams come true, in all honesty), but intelligent as well, and pleasant to talk to. He and Emmrich had hit it right off, their fields of study offering them grounds for mutually interesting discussion and debate. It had taken Emmrich some time to realise that Rook had been flirting with him, right from the very start of their acquaintance, and even longer to finally accept the fact that the man was serious about it.
Emmrich had also met Lucanis for the first time at the gala. As The Antivan Crow was the biggest funder of The University, Emmrich had often seen glimpses of the CEO of the firm, Caterina Dellamorte, Lucanis’ grandmother. But this time Lucanis had been the one representing the business, in his grandmother’s place. (Later Emmrich had learned of all the drama that had been going on behind the curtains, and why Caterina had been absent. It was worthy of a soap opera.)
Lucanis had been the night to Rook’s day, and equally breathtaking. Where Rook’s handsomeness was wild and fierce, Lucanis’ beauty was graceful and sophisticated. He had looked so regal, the shape of his face like that of a marble sculpture, with his aquiline nose and sharply cut cheekbones. Such features would have easily looked cruel and hardened on another man, but his face was softened by his soulful, dark eyes. Eyes so dark and mesmerizing that you would think you were standing before a pond hidden amidst a forest, its dark depths deceptively inviting, luring you deeper and deeper within, until it was too late to notice that you were out of air. His immaculately tailored suit bore his family crest, and the deep blues and purples of the fabric were dark like the night itself, making him almost meld into the shadows as he quietly listened to conversations and tracked the movements of the other guests. He had looked deadly. If Lucanis was the silvery moon to Rook’s golden sun, then Emmrich was the hapless moth that had been drawn towards their light.
Lucanis had been witty, if somewhat reserved company during the event. Not quite as quick to warm to others as Rook was, but a very pleasant fellow to talk to, nevertheless. Apparently, he and Rook had met before during a shady underground auction. Rook, moonlighting as a potential buyer, had been investigating leads about artefacts that had been looted from his latest dig-site, while Lucanis had been there to deal with a rival of their family business. It had turned out that the person Lucanis was seeking was also the same one who had been behind the stolen artefacts. (Emmrich had never dared to ask what had happened to that person.)
After months of furtive glances, of ‘ coincidentally ’ running into one another at events, Emmrich, Rook, and Lucanis had started to grow closer and somehow, against all odds, Emmrich had ended up with two paramours. And he was immensely grateful for it. Baffled by his luck, perhaps, but grateful.
Lucanis was just coming down the stairs when Emmrich stepped into the hall, shaking him out of his fond remembrance. Lucanis was adjusting his high collar, straightening the golden crow-pin on his lapels, his suit jacket smartly folded over his other arm. He smiled brightly when he saw Emmrich, and came to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. His own face was just a tad flushed, and Emmrich worriedly raised a hand to his forehead to check for his temperature.
“I’m fine, love.” Lucanis shook his head, his fond smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “I was just heading out, my ride should be here any minute now.”
“Ah, yes, of course. Your meeting was with the de Rivas, if I remember it correctly?”
Lucanis had gradually started to take over his grandmother’s duties (not that he was keen about it, but Caterina’s will was like iron), and as such he had to travel more and more, usually to attend meetings with the other shareholders.
“Yes. Teia already warned me that Viago is in one of his moods again, and that the meeting will likely run late, so I’ll be spending the night at the Cantori Hotel,” Lucanis said with a dejected little sigh.
Emmrich chuckled. Their home was spacious, and they all had their own separate rooms in case anyone wanted their own peace and quiet, but usually all three of them slept in the same bed anyway. Lucanis especially loathed to spend any nights away from his lovers, claiming that he slept much better when he was squished between the two of them. Emmrich couldn’t disagree – he got cold easily, but he hadn’t needed an extra blanket ever since they had moved in together. Compared to him, the other men were like furnaces, keeping him toasty and warm even on the chilliest winter nights.
“Tell them that I said hello, and give my heartfelt thanks for the invitation to their wedding. The card was beautiful.” Emmrich smiled. The invitation itself had ended up in Manfred’s treasure hoard, the card’s gilded edges irresistibly fascinating to him.
“I will. Ah, by the way, have you eaten properly today?” Lucanis asked with a strange tone as he shrugged on his coat and grabbed his suitcase that was already waiting for him by the door.
Emmrich nodded as he handed Lucanis an umbrella. The rain was getting stronger, and it beat against the windows. “Strife and Irelin took me to lunch earlier.”
A small look of jealousy flashed in Lucanis’ eyes, just for a moment. At the University’s Satinalia party last year, Strife had confessed, a little drunkenly, that if Emmrich wasn’t already spoken for, he would have loved to ‘take him for a ride’. Rook had been good natured about it, smugly grinning when he had tightened his arm on Emmrich’s waist, but Lucanis had glared daggers at the man for the rest of the evening, and his attitude towards Strife had been a little bit chilled ever since.
“Mmh, good. There’s some dessert waiting for you in your study. Best hurry there, before it spoils.” There was a mischievous gleam in Lucanis’ eyes as he came to kiss him goodbye. Emmrich furrowed his brow in confusion, but leaned his head down so Lucanis could kiss him without craning his neck.
“And don’t worry, I’ve already had my fill of it, so enjoy. Now, I must go, lest I run late. I don’t want to listen to Viago gripe about my poor manners all evening,” Lucanis said with a grin before he took off.
Strange, Emmrich thought as he went upstairs. Lucanis was usually quite adamant that they ate in the dining room, whether it was full meals or snacks between them. (Beverages, on the other hand, were allowed out of the kitchens, and they often had to perform what Rook liked to call “the mug-walk-of-shame”; gathering all the empty coffee and tea cups that had been scattered around the house.) But perhaps Lucanis was just being thoughtful of how busy Emmrich had been for the last two weeks, and took an exception to the rules this time. With the final term approaching its end, Emmrich had usually spent his evenings in his study, grading and planning, and he had quite often forgotten to eat if no-one was there to remind him.
(Rook, likewise, was in the same predicament with his own paperwork, but he often roamed the house with a sheaf of essays gripped in his hands, muttering and cursing in Antivan as he graded, dramatically bemoaning the fact that he’d left field work for this. The griping and moaning was just an act, Emmrich knew. Rook loved his students, and he had been quite happy to leave the field for now. The final push to leave and start teaching had been when Rook had been injured during a dig, the latest accident – and they had become so frequent that one was inclined to believe in curses – almost blinding him in one eye.)
Perhaps Lucanis had baked a hazelnut torte, Emmrich thought hopefully as he made his way to his study. After the day he’d had, he certainly wouldn’t mind a piece of delicious, soft cake that would melt in his mouth. He stepped into his study, expecting to find a slice of cake waiting for him-
Emmrich dropped the folders he had been holding, the papers scattering to the floor. He flushed, and quickly shut the door behind him, despite the fact that there was no danger of anybody else seeing what lay beyond.
Rook was lying on his stomach over Emmrich’s desk, his chest pressing against the wooden surface of it, and his legs dangling over the edge, toes barely reaching the floor. He was completely naked, the only scrap of fabric on him being the soft, lilac rope that bound him. His arms were behind his back, and they were tied together with an intricate design of criss-crossing shapes and knots, the same rope looping under his chest and over his back, forming a harness-like design.
His legs had been bound as well; each leg separately tied with several loops and knots that dug into the meat of his thighs, denting the skin where the rope was pressed against his bare flesh. A separate length of rope tied his thighs together with a bridge-like design, allowing him to move his legs side to side just a little bit, but preventing him from spreading them too far apart. A pillow had been wedged under his pelvis, protecting him from the sharp edge of the desk, and canting his hips into an elevated position.
As beautiful as the display of skilled rope-work was, Emmrich’s wide eyes were glued to Rook’s cunt. It was flushed and swollen with arousal, the plump head of his cock hard and twitching. A toy had been stuffed inside him, the entrance of his cunt stretched wide around the silicone girth of it. Another harness-like design ran over his hips and between his legs, the ropes framing his cunt and coming to rest over the flared base of the toy, keeping it snugly pressed inside Rook.
Emmrich bit back a small noise when he realised what Lucanis had meant with his “already had his fill” comment. Lucanis' come dripped down Rook’s buttocks and thighs in thick, pearly white strings, sliding between his legs and around the toy inside his cunt, joining the slick wetness of his arousal. It was a devastating vision. Tied up and his ass in the air, Rook looked like an offering to some pagan fertility god, waiting for someone to take him. Waiting for Emmrich to take him.
Rook moved his head so he could peer at him over his shoulder. A silk cravat – Lucanis’ own, Emmrich noted – had been tied around his head and jaw to gag him, the fabric already dark with spit from where it was digging between Rook’s lips. Sweat beaded at Rook’s temples, but his eyes were bright and lucid. He let out a muffled little whine, his hips twitching a little. The voice snapped Emmrich out of his trance.
“Oh, my darling,” Emmrich said with a breathy voice as he came to the desk. He placed a hand on Rook’s ass, the skin there reddened with faint palm-shaped marks. Rook whimpered when Emmrich squeezed his ass, his flushed skin hot to his touch.
“Were you misbehaving? Is that why Lucanis had to tie you up?” Emmrich asked him, the gentle tone of his voice contradictory to the rough way he was grabbing Rook’s ass.
Another muffled moan.
“I can’t blame him, mind you.” Emmrich let go of him, and he circled the desk until he came to stand on the other side, where Rook’s head was very nearly dangling over the edge. A folded towel had been placed under his head, cushioning him. “You can be awfully bratty at times,” he tutted.
While Lucanis was the most submissive of them in the bedroom, Rook and Emmrich did play that part as well from time to time. And sometimes, Emmrich knew, when a particular mood struck him, Rook liked to be made helpless . Completely at the mercy of the other two, deriving pleasure from being used and toyed with. Debased, even. It had been somewhat difficult for Emmrich to slip into that kind of role at first, the roughness and shamelessness it required so different from how he usually conducted himself in the bedroom. But it had been worth it when he’d seen how utterly lost in pleasure Rook had become, and how relaxed he had been afterwards. Now, Emmrich could slip into the role like he was merely putting on one of his many coats.
He undid the knots of the gag and removed it from Rook’s mouth, brushing his thumb against his lower lip. Rook chased it with his mouth, but Emmrich drew it away.
“Ah, I didn’t give you permission for that yet,” he admonished him.
Emmrich sat down on his office chair and let his thighs fall open. Then he ran his hand over his groin, palming at the growing hardness there.
“Tell me what Lucanis did to you, my darling,” Emmrich ordered softly.
Rook shivered and licked his lips, his gaze glued to the movements of Emmrich’s hand.
“He, ah- told me to strip naked. Forced my arms behind my back and pressed me against the desk before he tied me. Pushed his groin against my ass so I could feel how hard he was.”
“And then?” Emmrich leaned his chin on his other hand, feigning aloofness. In truth, his heart was thrumming like a wild bird against his ribcage. He squeezed his cock briefly through his trousers.
“Fuck - he, ah, he spanked me. Because I tried to rub my ass against his cock.” Rook squirmed. His mouth fell partially open when Emmrich opened the fly of his trousers so he could slip his cock free, taking it in his hand.
Emmrich stroked his cock lazily, slow pulls of his hand up and down, Rook’s hungry eyes following every move.
“And did he give it to you? Did he fuck you?” Emmrich asked, even if he knew the answer already. He knew that Lucanis wouldn’t have given Rook the satisfaction of it, spiteful as he was when it was his turn to tease and torment.
“No,” Rook whined, and Emmrich had to hide his smirk behind his palm. “I wanted it so badly! But he just teased me with it, rubbed it against my cunt. Then he pushed the toy inside me, and-” Rook swallowed thickly and he flushed in embarrassment.
“Yes, dear?”
“He… He called me a slut for easily I took it,” Rook gasped out, a shiver of poorly hidden arousal running through him.
Ah, so Rook was in the mood for humiliation, and not just rough treatment. Emmrich could work with that. He rose from his seat, hand still on his cock. He came to stand before Rook, holding his cock just inches away from his mouth, slowly stroking it, his thumb swiping over the blunt head to gather moisture.
“Which toy?” He asked, watching in amusement as Rook tried to strain against his bindings, trying to reach Emmrich’s cock so he could lick and kiss it.
“The purple one, with the black veins.”
Fuck. Emmrich bit back a moan. Rook had fucked him with that toy before. It wasn’t the biggest in their collection, but big enough that it was challenging even for Emmrich if he hadn’t bottomed for a while. Lucanis had never been able to take it comfortably, and Emmrich couldn’t fault him for that.
“The big one, hm? Then Lucanis was right, you are a slut,” Emmrich said with a breathy laugh. “And just look at you, so desperate to get your mouth on my cock. But that wasn’t all, was it? What else did he do? Come now, my boy, don’t you dare leave any details out!”
Rook whined, but continued talking, his eyes fluttering when Emmrich let his free hand pet through his hair, the wavy, dark locks sliding between his fingers.
“He pushed the toy all the way in, and tied it down so it wouldn’t slide out. Then he played with my cock, flicked and tugged at it with his fingers, made me almost come, but didn’t let me. Laughed at me when I begged him.” Rook wriggled in place, trying to grind himself against the toy inside him. How impatient! Emmrich let such poor behaviour slide for now. Punishments could wait for when Rook had finished talking.
“And that lovely pearl necklace dripping over your ass?” Emmrich nudged himself just a bit closer, close enough that he could brush the tip of his cock against Rook’s lips, smearing them with the moisture that beaded from the slit.
“Held my ass spread open with one hand, and stroked his cock until he came all over it. Then he waited until he heard you coming home and he left, leaving me like this.” Rook said with a low voice, his tongue flicking out to lick the underside of Emmrich’s cock, moaning when he tasted him.
“I think that’s enough chatter for now.”
Emmrich pushed the head of his cock between Rook’s lips, letting him suckle it for a moment as a reward, a pleased little noise humming from Rook’s throat. Then he gripped him by the hair, holding Rook’s head in place as he slowly slid his cock inside. Wet, soft heat surrounded him, Rook’s tongue massaging the underside of his cock, as if he was urging him to push even deeper inside. Emmrich groaned with a low voice and rocked his hips, shallowly fucking Rook’s mouth for a moment, before he pushed his cock so deep that Rook’s nose was pressed against the wiry hairs on his groin. Rook gave a muffled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to swallow around it.
“Oh, just look at you,” Emmrich crooned. He pulled back, Rook’s lips a wet drag against his shaft. He let him take a deep breath through his nose before he pushed back in, just as deep as before, the head of his cock nudging against Rook’s throat.
“You are getting off from this, aren’t you? My darling little slut, are you getting wet and aching, just from sucking my cock?” Emmrich asked with an adoring voice.
Rook’s answer was garbled around his cock, but he nodded feverishly. His face was red, and his eyes had a sheen to them as tears started to form in them.
“What would the others think of you if they saw you like this? Their esteemed teacher, dumb from lust, moaning and drooling around a cock, all trussed up and ready to be used by anyone who walks through that door.” Emmrich took his phone from his pocket, unlocking it with a swipe and pulling up the camera. “Well, I think it would be quite selfish of me to not share such a sight.”
He pushed Rook’s hair back from his face, so that his flushed face was revealed for the camera. His mouth was ruddy, spit dripping down his chin, and his lips were stretched wide over Emmrich’s cock. Rook made a little noise of protest when he saw what Emmrich was doing, his teary eyes widening slightly. Emmrich smiled and continued, his phone making clicking noises as he took pictures of him. (If Rook was truly against this, he would’ve dropped the rubber ball he was holding in his hand: their signal for stop when one couldn’t speak or sign their agreed-upon word. Any other complaints or pleas from Rook were just an act, Emmrich knew.)
“I think Lucanis would be pleased to see the work of his hands, don’t you think?”
Rook gave a little nod, even as he whined in embarrassment. Satisfied, Emmrich sent a ‘Thank you for the dessert!’ message to Lucanis, and attached a few choice pictures to go with the text.
A moment later his phone pinged twice, and Emmrich laughed as he checked his messages. Lucanis had sent a long line of exclamation marks, and then a message that read: ‘Send me a video later. Need something to cheer me up at the hotel.’
Emmrich set his phone down, within easy reach on the desk, and continued fucking Rook’s mouth, crooning praise to him in one moment, and debasing him in the next. Heat coiled inside his belly, and he knew that if he were to continue for much longer, he would come. He had half a mind to pull out and stroke himself until he came over Rook’s face, painting it white with his release, but he steeled himself against the temptation.
He pulled out with a sigh, and massaged Rook’s jaw with his thumbs. Rook panted heavily, coughing a little from the irritation to his throat. His eyes were starting to get hazy, the pleasure and lack of air from choking on a cock undoubtedly making him woozy.
“Well done, my darling.” Emmrich caressed Rook’s hair, giving himself a moment to calm down. “Such a talented little mouth. I’m almost tempted to keep you under my desk where you could keep my cock warm when I work. Would you like that, hm?”
“Yes, mi vida.” Rook’s voice was rough, but dreamy.
“I knew you would. Always have to have your mouth wrapped around something. Better it's my cock, rather than your pipe.”
“I don’t smoke so much, not anymore,” Rook muttered when Emmrich circled the desk, coming to stand behind him once more.
“Ah, no wonder you were so desperate to latch your mouth on my cock then,” Emmrich hummed, and thought about his next move.
Lucanis had left a bottle of lube, and a hitachi vibrator on the desk. Emmrich thought about the possibilities of the vibrator, considered teasing Rook’s cock with the strong vibrations of it until he would squirm and writhe. Hm, maybe a bit later. Too much vibrations against him, and it would leave Rook too numb for other stimulation. He left the vibrator be, and slid his palms up Rook’s thighs and buttocks, slipping his fingers under the ropes and tugging at them, watching as Rook’s skin turned white from the gentle bite of them.
Then he untied the ropes that held the toy in place, slipping the knots away from the base of it.
Rook gave a wretched little gasp when Emmrich started to pull the toy out. He was so wet from arousal that it slid out easily, and he moaned when Emmrich pushed it back inside with a slick sound.
“Emmrich, ah, please- harder,”
“You’ll take what I give you,” Emmrich tutted. "And come only when I give the permission for it, understood?"
He fucked Rook’s cunt with the toy until his legs shook, the muscles on his back tensing as he gasped from pleasure, his hand squeezing the rubber ball so hard that his knuckles were white. When it looked like he was getting too close to coming, Emmrich stopped. Rook’s head hit the desk with a dull thud, and he whined in frustration. Emmrich let him gather himself, before he repeated the process, several times. Rook’s orgasm neared quicker and quicker each time, but Emmrich didn't allow him to go over the edge.
Then he let the toy be, letting it rest inside Rook with it’s flared end pressing against his folds. Rook was sweaty and gasping for breath, tense as a pulled bowstring as he fought not to come just from the weight of the toy being pressed against him.
“Keep yourself tight around it, and don’t let it slide out. I won’t let you come, if you do,” Emmrich murmured, patting Rook’s cunt with his palm for a couple of times, his fingers grazing against his plump cock, causing Rook to twitch and moan.
Emmrich uncapped the bottle of lube, and squeezed some of it to his fingers. He didn’t bother to let it warm before he pushed a finger against Rook’s asshole. To his surprise, it sank easily in, the hole already loose and wet with lube.
“You didn’t tell me about this, you lying little cad!” Emmrich hissed as he pushed two of his fingers inside Rook’s ass. He was hot and slick around his fingers, and his hips jerked when Emmrich fingered him roughly.
“Ah! Well,” Rook laughed through a moan, “that’s because Lucanis didn’t do that; he just watched as I used my fingers to open myself, before he tied me up.” He peered at him over his shoulder, his sweat-damp hair falling over dark eyes that twinkled with mischief.
“Don’t get smart with me, boy.” Emmrich growled, but he grinned at Rook’s audacity. He’d always had a clever way of skirting around the truth.
“Mmh, you prefer me cock-dumb and fucked out of my mind instead of smart, right? Better get to it, then,” Rook said, panting in effort as he kept his cunt tight around the toy.
“Tch, cheeky. You’ll come to regret that.” Emmrich took a hold of his cock, smearing the rest of the lube on his fingers over it. It wasn’t as much as he usually would've used, but seeing as Rook was already so open and ready, it shouldn’t be an issue. And the boy clearly was begging for the sting and ache of it with his brazenness.
Then Emmrich remembered Lucanis' request. He took his phone from the desk, and set it to record, aiming the camera at Rook’s ass.
“Look at our darling Rook,” Emmrich narrated for the video, “so beautiful and hot-blooded. Begging to be filled even further.”
He spread Rook’s buttocks with his hand, smearing the remnants of the lube over his cheek as he let his cock tease and rub between the cleft of his ass in a blatant show for the camera. Then he let go of Rook so he could take his cock in his hand, his other occupied with the phone. He lined himself against Rook’s hole, and pushed the blunt head inside with a wet pop. Emmrich didn’t give Rook the time to adjust, sinking himself fully inside, groaning when Rook’s body yielded for him like warm silk.
“Oh, Maker-!” Rook gasped with a shudder when Emmrich bottomed out.
Emmrich took measured breaths through his nose to calm himself, lest he spill himself too soon, his cock already wildly throbbing. Rook was clenching down on him with a vice-like grip, the toy inside him making him so much tighter. It was a wonder he could even fit Emmrich inside him, with the toy already stretching and filling his cunt.
“Andraste have mercy, it’s so much…” Rook whimpered with a hitching voice, shaking and trembling around Emmrich like a leaf.
Emmrich pulled out and drove himself back in one smooth movement, making Rook shout.
“You’re asking for mercy from the wrong person, Liebling.” Emmrich let the phone clatter to the desk. He took a wider stance, and put his hands over Rook’s bound wrists, holding him by them as he started to fuck him with an unforgiving pace.
Rook’s sobbing moans were loud and high, but he valiantly kept himself tight around the toy, not letting it slip out as Emmrich fucked him roughly, the desk creaking against the hardwood floor from the force of it. He never let go of the ball either, fingers gripping it tightly.
Emmrich could feel sweat sliding down his neck, and his dress-shirt was starting to stick to his damp back. His glasses had been knocked askew when he had hastily swept hair away from his face, his carefully coiffed hair coming loose from its hold. His own gasps and moans were drowned by Rook’s babbling, his stream of Antivan words incomprehensible to Emmrich.
“Use words I can understand, Rook,” Emmrich choked out. His own Antivan was getting better by the day, but Rook’s words were so quick and muffled that he couldn’t keep up.
“Near, oh gods, I’m getting so near , Emmrich, please, mi vida, please, I'm going to come-” Rook cried out.
“Not yet.” Emmrich was near to release himself, the pressure building behind his spine unmistakable.
“Please, I’ve been so good, let me come-”
Emmrich’s arm slid around Rook’s waist, his other hand bracing itself against the desk. He slid his hand down Rook’s stomach and between his legs, where he pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, rubbing it in quick movements.
“So gut zu mir, You can come, mein Schatz.”
Rook’s moan turned into a long wailing sob when he came, his hips trashing and bucking like a wild horse. Emmrich didn’t even have to keep thrusting, Rook’s body clenching and unclenching around him so strongly that it pushed him over the edge as well. He bowed over Rook’s back, legs shaking as he came inside him with a stuttering gasp, Rook’s pulsing grip milking every drop out of him. He heard the silicone toy clatter to the floor when Rook finally relaxed.
“Oh, Maker… Maker, Emmrich…” Rook was still gasping weakly, his body twitching in the little aftershocks of his orgasm, oversensitive and overwrought. He hissed when Emmrich pulled out from him, and then he slumped against the desk, breathing harshly.
Quickly, instead of basking in the afterglow, Emmrich grabbed the safety scissors Lucanis had left on the table, cutting through the ropes rather than wasting his time trying to unknot them with his shaking fingers. Rook groaned when he was released from the bindings, and he started to stretch his arms while Emmrich cut the ropes on his legs.
Rook’s skin was slightly reddened from where the ropes had dug into him, the rope-marks pressed onto his skin like tattoos. Emmrich’s seed and his own slick started to drip sluggishly down his thighs, making his skin glisten. Emmrich reached for his phone.
“One more picture, is that all right, my darling?”
“Take as many as you like,” Rook hummed, stretched out on the desk. He pushed his hips up and let his legs spread open, offering a better view.
Emmrich stifled a laugh when he noticed that he had left the video recorder on his phone running for the whole time. He snapped a few pictures of the marks on Rook’s skin, and of Rook’s dazed, fucked-out smile.
Then he checked Rook’s arms and legs, making sure that he could rotate and move them, massaging his stiffened joints and muscles, coaxing his circulation back to normal. There was a little chafing on his wrists, but the skin hadn't broken otherwise, Emmrich was relieved to see. Rook stood up a little gingerly, mindful of his sore ass. He rubbed the crick on his neck.
“I think we’ll have to mop the floor,” Rook snorted when he saw the fallen toy and the various fluids that had dripped on the floor.
“That can wait. It’s a good thing I don’t keep a rug under the desk.”
“Mmh. Your cock is still out, by the way.”
Emmrich flushed and tucked himself back inside his trousers. He'd need to throw them into the wash, their front was sticky with lube and come, and Rook's wetness. And his shirt was damp with sweat. But first, he'd draw a bath for the two of them.
He wrapped a blanket that he kept in his study over Rook’s shoulders, and steadied him as he took shaky steps.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked worriedly. Now that they were out of the scene, he felt a bit flustered by all the things he had said and done.
“You weren’t. It was perfect, querido.”
After Emmrich had fussed over Rook until he was satisfied that he was all right, they curled on the couch in their living room, both tucked under a thick, woollen blanket. They had looked over the pictures and videos together, selecting the best ones to send to Lucanis, before Emmrich saved copies of them to a password-protected folder, and deleted them from his gallery.
(He had learned his lesson dearly. Once, during lunch with their friends, he had meant to show Harding a picture of an interesting bug he had seen in his garden, and had by accident pulled up a picture of a very scantily clad Lucanis instead. Rook and Taash had howled with laughter at the look of horror on Emmrich’s face, and the way Harding’s freckles had been overtaken by her fiery blush.)
They ordered take-out and, after making a solemn vow that neither of them would mention this part to Lucanis, ate it in the living-room, while watching mind-numbingly dumb documentaries about mummies. They both cried out in dismay whenever the host of the show said something outrageously stupid about ancient burial rituals.
The rain continued its heavy beat against the windows.
Soon, summer would come. Lucanis would grow his prized tomatoes, and Emmrich would tend to his flowers. Rook would push Manfred on the swing by the elm tree, higher and higher until his peals of laughter would ring through the yard.
Emmrich sighed happily and drew Rook tighter against his chest.
What an amazing family he had found for himself.