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Mydei’s eye twitched, a common occurrence when he was around the two of you. He often wonders how he came to be entangled with two buffoons such as yourselves, but then he sees one of your faces and he can’t help but sigh in resignation. What was the point in trying to intervene in your nonsense? All he wanted was a little bit of relief, and then Phainon had to butt in and make things complicated- as usual.
“HKS,” he murmurs, glaring at the two of you as you argue about which part of Mydei you get. He couldn’t believe such a fuss could be made over him. He glances down at himself briefly. He clicks his tongue, having half a mind to leave the two of you alone and take out his stress on a training ground.
“He chose me first, you just came in and invited yourself, so I get to pick!” You jab an accusing finger at the chest of the pale haired man in front of you, whose mouth gapes.
“You act as though I’m some stranger! Has it occurred to you that I’m hurt? Leaving me out of the fun?”
“You say that as if you’ve never had him to yourself-“
“HKS,” Mydei bellows over your bickering. “You,” he grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his lap. The beds in Okhema left much to be desired, so the three of you were currently lounging on a nest made of pillows and blankets on the floor of Mydei’s room. It was oddly comfortable, being on the floor, and there was plenty of room for the three of you. You obediently straddle the prince’s lap, instinctively grinding against him, Mydei guiding you against him with the same hand that led you to him. Phainon was the only one dressed, though he was wearing much less than usual.
Mydei groans, his eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before Phainon crawls over, staring at the two of you with pitiful puppy eyes. He lays his head atop your thigh, gazing up at the two of you as though you were purposefully keeping him out of the fun. Mydei tugs at his robes, a smirk dancing on his lips. “What is it?” he teases, a hand coming down to push the hair from Phainon’s eyes, revealing his forehead. The teasing only makes Phainon whine louder. You cast your gaze down at him from atop Mydei’s lap, and you stifle a giggle at the sight of him. “Phainon..” Who could say no to a face like that? You extend a hand and caress his cheek as Mydei tugs on his hair.
Phainon sits up, following your hand as you guide him to your height. He meets your lips in a deep kiss, nipping and licking at your mouth before pulling away from you and turning to Mydei and kissing him just as fervently. Mydei hums into his mouth, as he usually does. Surprising to most, Mydei tends to be the most vocal of the three of you. While he may not be loud, he has no shortage of purrs and moans to spare you. Phainon praises his beautiful throat for gracing your ears with such godly music.
Phainon makes quick work of shedding his garments while Mydei fingers you. Unlike Mydei’s broader, thicker muscles, Phainon leans toward the leaner side. Still, despite this, he lacks no strength in comparison to his rival. Thick, calloused fingers. Mydei rubs at your clit with his middle finger, dipping into your core with every other stroke, like a fixed pattern. “Feel good, hm?” He purrs into your cheek. You brace your hands on his thighs, moving your hips to meet his strokes. He crooks his finger inside you, rubbing at the soft spot before pulling back out and rubbing circles around your clit. He has you whimpering into his shoulder as Phainon begins his whining once more, upset at being left out (again).
Phainon paws at you, grabbing at your thighs as he watches Mydei unravel your senses. He’s jealous of both of you, desperate for some of his own attention. Mydei grasps his cock when he feels you’re ready enough and teases the tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick before guiding you down slowly, allowing you ample time to get comfortable. The stretch is always new. No matter how many times you take him, there’s always a sting that bleeds into pleasure. When you’re able to rest your hips against his, he lets you go and lies back. You rest your hands on his waist as you adjust to his length inside you, eyes squeezed shut.
Mydei crooks his fingers toward Phainon, the same ones that were just inside you, and Phainon obeys, pulling away from your neck and taking his fingers in his mouth and licking off your taste. “Good boy… Come here.”
Phainon slowly moves to hover above Mydei’s head, glancing between you and the Kremoan beneath him, already fuzzy brained just from watching him take care of you. You’re already moving your hips against Mydei’s, your clit rubbing deliciously against the patch of hair that travels up his abdomen. Phainon braces himself against the blanketed floor as Mydei takes him into his mouth, teasing his tip in a similar fashion to how he teased you. Phainon buckles at his waist, putting pressure on his knees so as not to close on Mydei’s head. Mydei hums around his length, smug as always, as he places his hand on Phainon’s ass to guide him deeper in.
You get the view of Phainon’s ass as it flexes, he whimpers every time he pushes in and out of Mydei’s mouth. Your own noises mingle with his, the prince’s name dancing on both of your tongues. When you lean down to kiss at Mydei’s chest as you ride him, you can even hear his own purrs and stifled breathing. If Mydei were any less of a man- or any less of a Chrysos Heir, you wonder if he’d have tapped out by now. Your legs begin to shake as you near your peak, the euphoric steady rhythm of his cock filling you and the sight of him hollowing his cheeks around Phainon… It’s always the visuals these two give you that really push you over the ledge. Mydei’s eyes flick toward yours, and they squint smugly. They know when you’re watching. Somewhere far away, over the sound of your breath, you can hear Phainon’s laugh.
You blink wearily, your hips growing slower against the prince’s. Phainon is practically lying on his face now, no doubt deep inside his throat. Despite this, he thrusts upward slowly, meeting your pace and allowing you a moment of reprieve without the loss of pleasure. It makes your stomach flutter, as it does every time that he remembers you while he should be distracted. You wonder if he had done this often enough in his past to know how to properly entertain two lovers. He must think the two of you child’s play. Two desperate puppies, vying for his attention. Easily manipulated into silence by simple stimulation and guidance.
You’re shaken from your thoughts when Phainon’s hips stutter, to no one’s surprise, and he lets out a whimpering moan. Phainon can hardly move, but he manages, falling into Mydei’s side. Mydei sits up slightly, propping onto his elbow, his lips shiny and Phainon’s come still dripping down his chin. You lean forward, no longer moving your hips on your own anymore. Mydei flips the two of you over so that you’re now on your back next to Phainon, and you let out a cry as Mydei lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, properly fucking into you. Phainon leans over, mouthing at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, laving his tongue across your dampened skin, drinking up the sounds that Mydei is forcing out of you.
Mydei leans down for a kiss, and you lick at his lips, cleaning his chin, licking into his mouth. He smiles as much as Mydei can smile, and he opens his mouth when you kiss him, pushing the last of Phainon’s little gift into your mouth with his tongue. You moan at the salty sweet and familiar taste, turning your head to kiss Phainon. He happily meets your lips, leaning up a little, nearly pushing Mydei out of the way. When your tongue meets his, he almost recoils at the feeling and taste of his own cum entering his mouth, but you sling a nearly limp arm around his neck, and he stays still, content with swiping his tongue against yours. When you part, he trails his kisses down your neck and between your breasts, dragging his tongue across your skin. You wonder if he’s doing that to discreetly get rid of the taste of himself. Mydei busies you with another kiss, Phainon traveling lower still until you feel his tongue at your clit. Your hand shoots to his head, fingers traveling through his hair, and you tug, pulling a moan out of the man as he latches onto your clit and sucks.
You come, gushing around Mydei’s cock and onto Phainon’s face.
“You are insatiable,” Mydei grumbles as Phainon’s lips meet his base before sucking and pulling off, licking his lips.
“Just a little clean up, what’s so wrong with that?” Phainon purrs before nestling between your legs and lapping at your slit, causing your legs to jerk.
“Phai- Phai, too much-” You whimper, pushing at his face. He rests his cheek against your thigh, and he licks his lips like a pleased cat.
“Tell me when you’re ready for more then,” he hums.