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Kinich wasn’t intending on staying in Fontaine any longer than business had required, but after his display of heroism in front of the traveler, Ifa had insisted they all head out to the nearest bar to celebrate. Kinich attempted to refuse, but Ifa didn’t really take no for an answer, slinging his arm around Kinich’s shoulder and dragging him alongside him.
“Fuck that! I’m out,” Ajaw had said the moment he saw trouble brewing. Kinich attempted to reach out to his small dragon companion, a plea on his lips, but after the treatment he had just endured the dragon just stuck his tongue out before disappearing.
“Hey man! Not cool!” Cacucu chirps, flapping stupidly next to Ifa. “Yeah! Not cool at all!” Ifa agreed immediately, of course. Ororon just rolled his eyes, keeping stride with Ifa.
Before Kinich knew it, they’d arrived at the bar, Ifa grabbing “the guys” a table while the girls chatted not too far away. Ifa had quickly sauntered off to order them some beers, leaving Kinich and Ororon alone in an awkward silence. Both of them were men of few words, so Kinich was unsure why Ifa had chosen to leave instead of sending one of them, but there was truly no understanding Ifa's actions.
“That was a nice swing… earlier,” Ororon coughed, attempting to start a conversation. “Yeah, thank you. You were good at the, uhm, detective work,” Kinich attempted, feeling his cheeks heat up at the poor attempt. Ororon notices, cheeks also turning pink in response. “Thank you,” he chokes out.
“Yo, guys! You’re in luck, the bartender gave us a round for free after I pointed to our superstar Kinich over here,” Ifa cheered, three mugs of beer and a jolly smile on his lips. Kinich and Ororon both sighed in relief that the chatty man had returned.
“Do you like beer, Kinich?” Ororon asks, taking one from Ifa’s hands. Kinich shrugs, “just as much as anything else.” Ifa groans, “c’mon! Don’t you two want to impress the ladies? Beer is a man’s drink!” Kinich raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I don’t care about the ladies,” he mumbled, raising the glass to his lips and taking a sip to hide his embarrassment.
Ororon, understanding immediately, blushed a darker shade of pink and mirrored him, taking a larger swig. “Oh, why not?” Leave it to Ifa to be unable to read between the lines. “Ifa, he’s, you know…” Ororon attempts to save Kinich the embarrassment of explaining, but his eyes flick back to Kinich, unsure of how literally the other man wants him to be.
“He’s what? An attractive young man? The ladies love him.” Ororon groans, abandoning the attempt in favor of downing his whole drink. “I’m getting another. I’ll be back.” Kinich mentally curses Ororon for the attempt to leave. “W-wait,” Kinich calls out, but Ororon has already stood and turned, rushing off to the bar.
“What is wrong with him,” Ifa chuckles and shrugs. “Anyways, what were we saying bro?” Kinich stiffens, “well I… I’m not really into ladies.” He says as straight as he can. Ifa laughs, “oh okay. I thought you were into both.” Kinich sighs and drops his chin into the palm of his hand. He suddenly felt embarrassed about being so dramatic.
“What do you think about Ororon?” Ifa asks suddenly, a certain twinkle in his eyes. “W-what?” Kinich stutters momentarily, taken aback by the directness of the question. “Well? Ororon isn’t into women either.”
Kinich struggles to find what he wants to say next, his mouth stuck between opening and closing. “He’s, uhm, attractive,” he finally admits, cheeks burning at the admission.
“Yeah? Well too bad, he’s taken.” Kinich’s eyes widened, “oh-I had no idea! I didn’t mean anything by that, I-” He’s interrupted by Ifa letting out a cackle, hunching over as laughter overtakes him. Ororon seems to take that as a sign that it was okay to return, because soon he’s back from the bar with another beer in his hands.
“Hey guys, I’m back-” Ororon too is interrupted by Ifa pulling him down and connecting their lips in a way that felt a little bit too intimate for Kinich to be witnessing. Their table was so far back in the bar that it was really only them, and nobody else could see what they were doing clearly, which relieved some of Kinich’s momentary tension.
“Oh,” Kinich breathes. The mood of the room drops quickly, and suddenly he feels small compared to the two larger men.
“Ororon can’t stop talking about you, y’know.” Ifa says after he pulls away from Ororon’s lips. “I’d be jealous if I didn’t feel the same way.” Ifa smirks, nudging Ororon playfully. Ororon blushes slightly and nudges him back harshly.
“I’m flattered,” Kinich smiles slightly, watching as Ororon sat back down despite being incredibly flustered. He brings the beer back up to his lips, well aware of their gazes on him. Perhaps he was attempting to stall, or to give himself an extra moment to think, but as he raised the glass, an idea crossed his mind.
Kinich knew what he was doing was dangerous. But if he interpreted anything from Ororon’s heady gaze, it was a green light for him to continue. He takes a sip of his beer, allowing one stray drop to make its way down his chin, keeping his eyes trained on the other man. He watches as Ororon’s eyes trace the droplet, and a flush develops on his cheeks as he catches Kinich’s gaze.
A hand reaches over and touches his chin gently, swiping away the droplet and turning Kinich’s head. “Careful there,” Ifa grins, bringing his wet finger to his lips. “You’re awfully clumsy tonight. Had a little too much?” He teases. Kinich can’t help the short inhale as he watches Ifa trace his finger sensually along his tongue. “No, nothing like that,” he denies, quickly averting his gaze and bringing the beer back up to his lips in an attempt to hide his reddening cheeks. In his hastiness, he ends up missing his mouth completely and some of the liquid meant for his mouth misses and falls on his lap, soaking through his pants quickly.
“Careful, bro! Looking a little more than tipsy,” Ifa teases, resting his head on his palm. Ororon stifles a laugh as Kinich crosses his arms and looks away. “Looks like we’ll need to take you back to the hotel since you’ve clearly had too much,” Ororon joins in, an innocent lift to his tone despite what his words insinuated.
Kinich nods, “I guess that would be appropriate. If you two wouldn’t mind, that is.” They both know that walking him home isn’t exactly what Kinich is implying, and is only made more obvious by the way that Ororon gazes at him. “I wouldn’t mind at all. Ifa?” Ifa responds with a short nod, standing and making his way to the bartender to close out the tab.
The three of them exit the bar, and as they walk towards the hotel Kinich can’t help but feel small when standing between the two taller men. Heat radiates from the two of them, and Kinich listens quietly while the two of them crack jokes and laugh above him. Soon enough, they’ve arrived at the hotel, and the bright lights and clicking of their boots on the marble only make Kinich a bit more nervous about what's to come. As anticipated, he isn’t guided back to his own room, but rather they stop at the room that Ororon and Ifa share.
“Hey bro, you want to come in for a bit?” Ifa asks, and Kinich knows that he’s giving him a chance to go back to his own room if he would prefer. “Sure,” he shrugs, hoping he looks more nonchalant than he feels. Ifa nods, and unlocks the door with ease. As soon as all three of them are on the other side, Kinich barely has a second to think before he’s being pushed against the door, trapped between a body and the door. Ifa’s arm rests above his head and he leans down to be at eye level, Ororon watching carefully from behind him.
Ifa’s breath washes across Kinich’s lips, the heavy scent of beer filling his nostrils. “Can I?” He asks, an unwavering need echoing in his gaze. Kinich doesn’t answer, instead he tilts his head up to connect his lips with Ifa’s, initiating a passionate kiss. As soon as their lips touch, there is nothing gentle about the way that Ifa’s tongue tangles with his own. Ifa’s hand is immediately on Kinich’s hip, drawing him closer and deepening the kiss.
Kinich can’t help but feel breathless once the two of them part, the intensity of the kiss leaving his head spinning. He hardly notices that Ororon has shuffled towards them until there’s another pair of hands on his waist, these ones tugging at his belt. Kinich whimpers into Ifa’s mouth, the taller unconcerned with breaking the kiss. Kinich feels his belt being loosened and dropping to the ground, followed by his pants and the buckles of his shoes. Finally, Ifa breaks the kiss, leaving Kinich panting and desperate for more.
Kinich looks down at Ororon, who is looking up at him from his boots. From this angle, he looks cute, with his little ears perked up and eyes wide and dilated. He doesn’t have much time to focus on him before Ifa’s hands are at his headband, tugging it loose and allowing it to fall to the ground. His shirt is next, although it never really kept subtle ab lines secret, it too succumbed to Ifa’s quick hands.
Now Kinich was almost entirely naked, aside from his boxers, and he couldn’t help but feel a little singled out. When he tried to tug on Ifa’s shirt, however, the older man grabbed his hands to stop him.
“Why don’t you go sit on the bed and watch, hmm?” Ifa commands him, and Kinich nods and listens.
Now on the bed, he has a clear view of Ifa and Ororon, who have moved in front of him together. They begin making out passionately, hands roaming up and down the other as they slowly shed their clothes. Finally the two of them are completely naked, save for their boxers, and Kinich is rock hard. His hands are firmly clasped together to stop himself from stroking his own cock to the sight of the two of them.
“Kinich,” Ifa says his name like it’s a command, “come here.” Kinich obeys immediately, springing up and standing in front of the two of them. Ifa traces his jaw with a finger, then pulls him in by his chin for another dizzying kiss. Once done, Ifa’s hand makes its way to his underwear, hooking a finger over the side and pulling it down. Ororon’s hands are immediately on his cock, giving it a few teasing pumps before releasing it.
Ifa puts a hand on his shoulder and applies pressure, forcing Kinich to his knees in front of the two. He’s now face to face with their crotches, and the implication makes him salivate. “Kinich, won’t you be a good boy and make us feel good?” Ifa asks, and Kinich whines at the pet name, nodding hastily. His hands make their way to Ifa’s boxers first, pulling them down. His cock springs out, a respectable size and certainly what he expected from Ifa. Next was Ororon, whose boxers were also quickly slid down. If Kinich thought it was big from the outline, it was even bigger now that it was free of its constraints. It would have slapped Kinich on the cheek if he was any slower.
Kinich spits on his hand, and brings it up to Ororon’s monster cock, giving it a few strokes to wet the entire thing. He then got busy with his mouth, teasingly licking the tip of Ifa’s cock before taking it all the way down to the base quickly. The men groaned in unison, Ifa’s hand settling in Kinich’s hair. “God, so good for us.” Ifa moans at the feeling of Kinich’s tongue running up and down his underside. “Kinich…” Ororon calls his name, the friction of his hand sliding along the other’s cock was just so good. Kinich slipped off of Ifa’s cock with a wet pop before switching between the two men. Ororon’s cock barely fit down his throat, and he would gag every time the tip hit the back of his throat, but he’d do his best to make the other feel good still.
It was evident that he did, if the noises they were making were any proof. Occasionally they’d dip back together to press messy kisses against one another’s lips, the wet sounds of their tongues intertwining mixing with the slurping coming from beneath them.
Kinich felt Ororon’s thighs begin to tremble ever so slightly so Kinich directed more attention to his cock, wrapping his hands around the base that wouldn’t fit down his throat and stroking in time. Ifa noticed immediately, recognizing his partner’s tells immediately. Kinich feels fingers dig into his scalp before they grip his hair, yanking him off of Ororon’s cock without warning.
“Not yet, Ororon. We’re just getting started with Kinich, aren’t we?” Ororon whimpers, a sultry sound that makes Kinich’s dick twitch. He looks up at the other two from the floor, certain that he’s a mess by now. “God, you look so good,” Ifa breathes, turning his attention to how utterly debauched Kinich looks. His lips are swollen and spit covers his chin, eyes dilated with need.
“We’ve teased him for long enough Ororon, don’t you think?” Ororon nods, seemingly regaining his composure after being backed down from the edge. “Can I… eat you out?” Ororon asks, a faint pink coating his cheeks at the vulgar request. “Yes,” Kinich breathes, “please.”
“On the bed then,” Ifa commands, Kinich immediately scrambling to follow his orders. God, he was being so mortifyingly submissive he was certain the embarrassment would swallow him whole tomorrow. But that was tomorrow’s problem. Tonight’s problem was how hard Kinich was despite the lack of contact.
And tonight’s solution was Ororon, ears twitching as he crawled between Kinich’s legs, Ifa settling on the bed next to him. “You’re doing so well for us,” Ifa commented, lazily trailing his hand up Kinich’s bare chest. His hand dipped between the lines of Kinich’s abs, Kinich letting out a shudder the lower his hand traced. Suddenly his lips were captured by Ifa’s, Kinich practically melting into the contact.
Just then, Ororon pried his legs further open, tracing his hands over his ass before grabbing a fistfull and squeezing. Kinich moans into Ifa’s mouth at the feeling of Ororon’s calloused hands prying his cheeks open. A wet appendage presses at his entrance, and Kinich arches his back and grinds down his hips into the ministrations. Ororon’s tongue teases him, swiping around his entrance a few times before a finger presses inside gently. Kinich groans, Ifa’s hands making their way to his nipples, tracing a few times before rolling the bud between his fingers.
Ifa breaks their kiss and dips his head down to take one of his nipples between his lips, gently biting down on one while teasing the other. Kinich, caught between the ministrations of the two, whines loudly into the open air. “Ah… so good… please…” Kinich wants more, the overwhelming feeling encasing him as he shakes beneath the two men before him.
Ororon’s finger is quickly replaced by his tongue, the sensation of the wet appendage tracing his insides vigorously combined with Ifa rolling one of his nipples between his lips makes him cry out.
“Mmm, yes, yes!” Kinich can hardly think straight as the sensations crash over his body. And god his dick is so hard he feels like he could explode. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last between the two of them, and he reaches out to grip Ifa’s bicep in hopes of grounding himself, only finding that the solidity of the bicep does nothing but further his current arousal.
Ifa seems to notice and grins, tensing the muscle further so Kinich can feel him flexing beneath his fingers. Kinich groans, throwing his head back into the pillow. “Like that Kinich?” Ifa teases, his grin growing wider. Kinich rolls his eyes, quickly retracting his hand to not give Ifa the satisfaction.
Ororon comes up for air, quickly shoving two fingers into Kinich’s hole in place of his tongue, and scissoring gently to open Kinich further. Ifa too pulls back from Kinich’s chest, nipples puffed up from his lips.
“Ororon, dear, keep opening him up for me, will you?” Ifa asks, walking to the bedside counter to search through the drawer for lube. “Of course,” Ororon nods enthusiastically. Kinich lets out quiet moans at Ororon’s long, slender fingers massaging his insides. He can’t help but notice the man intentionally brushing by his prostate, no matter how he’d attempt to grind his hips.
“Patience is a good virtue,” Ifa teases after returning with a small bottle of travel lube. Kinich huffs, meeting his gaze, “like you’re one to talk. Couldn’t-ah-resist getting your hands on me?” Ifa smirks, leaning closer, “I’d pretend to be insulted if you weren’t just as desperate as us. Letting that beer slide down your chin, starting at Ororon with those wide eyes. He might not have seen through it but I did.” Kinich blushes deeply, unable to meet Ororon’s betrayed gaze.
He opens his mouth to utter a snappy retort but is interrupted by Ororon pressing his fingers against his prostate, and what were once fighting words was replaced by a wanton moan that he couldn’t stop. Kinich glared down at the perpetrator who just shrugs, “revenge.”
Before he can think of something else to say, Ororon pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets. “Turn over and get on your knees,” Ifa commands.
Kinich smiles teasingly, the previous discussion firing him up. “Why don’t you make me?” Before he can react, a shadow looms over him, and the once soft Ororon slams Kinich onto his stomach, hand gripping his hair and shoving his face into the pillow. Kinich can’t help but let out a loud groan, dick twitching between his thighs.
“Don’t threaten Ororon with a good time, now,” Ifa teases, that infuriating tone going straight to his dick. “Who said it wouldn’t be a good time for me too?” Kinich asks. The hand leaves his hair, snaking to his hips and pulling them up roughly and Kinich gasps. Kinich secretly hopes that the fingers leave bruises so he can reminisce when he looks in the mirror tomorrow.
“Well? Is that it?” Kinich taunts. He’s well aware of the beast that he’s poking, and hopes for the best, which is ideally a rough night that leaves him ruined after.
“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” Ororon’s deep voice rumbles from behind him, a certain edge to it now. Kinich shivers as one of Ororon’s hands grips his wrists, bringing them together in a firm grip behind his back.
Ifa tosses Ororon the lube and he catches it with his free hand, squeezing a generous amount straight on to his dick. It isn’t long before he feels Ororon’s head brush against his entrance, the dark haired man rubbing his cock teasingly along the rim. “C’mon,” Kinich attempts to command, but it comes out much weaker than he had intended, bordering a plea. He would attempt to struggle, but Ororon’s iron grip keeps him firmly in place. Just then he feels the bed shift as Ifa sits by his head, settling his crotch right in front of his lips.
“You seriously didn’t think you wouldn’t do any work, did you?” Ifa says with a playful innocence riding his tone, which was difficult considering his cock was brushing against Kinich’s lips. “I-ohhh…” Kinich can’t say anything, head dropping as Ororon’s cock slips inside of him
The stretch is unforgiving, Ororon’s fat cock dragging against his walls, forcing them to expand to accommodate his size. Kinich can hardly think beyond the fog of pain, Ifa’s hand running through his hair in an attempt to comfort him, another reaching down to pump his cock. Kinich can’t help the small grunts that escape his lips. On one hand his cock has gone untouched this whole time, on the other, there’s a monster attempting to rip him open.
Eventually the pain subsides, and Kinich lets Ororon know by grinding his hips back against his cock, letting out a small moan. “You can move,” he confirms. Ororon starts off slow, hips rolling languidly against his ass. “Fuuuuck, oh my god.” Kinich can’t control himself anymore, Ororon’s cock filling him up so nicely.
“Feels good?” Ifa asks, though Kinich knows the silver haired man is teasing him. “Mm-mhm. Ororon’s cock is… so good,” Kinich manages to moan out. Every drag of the man’s cock against his walls feels so good it’s beyond anything he can describe.
Kinich feels Ifa’s fingers tangle in his locks again, and he starts to think that the other man might have a hair pulling kink. When he opens his eyes, he hadn’t even realized they’d fallen shut, but he’s now faced with Ifa’s cock standing proud. Getting the hint immediately, he lays kisses along the head of his cock.
Ifa groans, “yeah, good boy. Don’t even need to tell you what to do.” Kinich blushes, the praise sending heat straight to his dick. He licks up and down the shaft, drooling on it to make it wet enough before wrapping his lips around the head and slowly sinking down. At the same time, the casual pace Ororon had been maintaining was ditched for a higher intensity. Kinich moaned out against Ifa’s cock, causing the other man to moan at the vibrations.
Kinich gets to work, bobbing his head up and down along the cock, slurping messily in an attempt to draw more noises from the man above him. It’s a little more difficult to work on Ifa’s cock when his hands are still bound tightly behind him, but Ifa doesn’t seem to mind, lust in his gaze whenever he pathetically attempts to keep his cock in his mouth.
“Look at you, getting fucked so well by Ororon. And Ororon, doing so well fucking into you like that. He’s holding back you know, if only you could see his expression.” Kinich moaned out, unable to say anything around the weight of Ifa’s cock.
Ifa once again responds well to the vibrations against his cock, thrusting his cock deeper into Kinich’s throat, who does his best to not gag against the full length. “Your throat is so good I can only imagine what your ass feels like,” Ifa gasps, sweat beginning to cover his toned chest.
Kinich stills around Ifa’s cock, hoping the other man gets the memo as he looks up pleadingly beneath his lashes. Ifa lets out a strangled laugh, “damn Kinich, I didn’t know you were such a slut.” Kinich moans, eyelashes fluttering shut at Ifa’s degradation. “He wants me to fuck his throat, Ororon.” Kinich can hear Ororon let out a low groan, hips stuttering as he grinded deep into Kinich. “God, how fucking lucky are we,” Ifa groans before tangling both hands into Kinich’s hair and thrusting deep into his throat.
His pace is unrelenting, just how Kinich likes it, and tears begin to spring up. At the same time, Ororon begins to fuck him harder, cock driving into him at an unrelenting pace. Kinich can’t help but moan around Ifa, letting his throat go slack and taking whatever the others give to him.
It isn’t long before Ifa’s groans become more frequent, hips stuttering occasionally as he nears the ledge. “Fuck, Kinich, you’re so fucking good for us,” Ifa mumbles, more praises spilling from his lips as he looses his rhythm in favor of chasing his release.
It only takes one final deep thrust before Ifa is coming down Kinich’s throat, letting out a long drawn out groan as ropes of cum pour down Kinich’s throat. He pants as he comes down slowly, slipping his cock out from Kinich’s lips. Kinich moans, opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll out, the pink surface clear of any cum.
Ifa groans in response, “you really swallowed it all?” Kinich nods in response. He had hardly realized that Ororon’s pace had slowed in favor of allowing Kinich to focus on Ifa’s release, but once Ororon releases his wrists from behind his back he realizes he’d stilled completely inside of him. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” Ifa breathes, tracing a thumb over Kinich’s lips, who takes the thumb in his mouth and rolls his tongue over it. “If I didn’t just come I’d be hard again,” Ifa says with a chuckle. “Enough about me though, you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
Kinich nods, “I’ll take anything,” he admits breathlessly. Ifa seems taken aback momentarily, pink dusting his ears. “You said you wanted it rough, right?” Ifa double checks, withdrawing his thumb from Kinich’s lips. Kinich nods, “yeah.”
“Hear that Ororon? It’s your turn.” Kinich feels Ororon’s hands tighten their grip on his hips. The man leans over Kinich, and with his full figure over Kinich he can’t help but feel much smaller in comparison. “Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Ororon’s breath tickles his ear and Kinich can’t help but tilt his head to capture his lips in a deep kiss. “Okay,” Kinich breathes once they separate.
He hardly has a second to regain his breath before his head is shoved into his bed and Ororon sets an unrelenting pace, driving into him like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh-OH! Ororon, fuck, fuck!” Kinich can’t help the obscenities and moans that tumble from his lips. The sheer size of Ororon’s cock combined with the depth of his thrusts is a maddening combination, and Kinich feels himself grow dizzy. With his head still being shoved into the pillow and Ororon still towering over him, he’s sure he hasn’t ever arched this far in his life.
“Like that?” Ororon growls, the sudden change in character melting Kinich’s brain. “Yes-yes,” Kinich gasps out, eyes rolling back into his head and fingers tightening around the sheets. “Tell us how much you like it Kinich, go on,” Ifa encourages, watching closely from his spot at the head of the bed.
“Love it, love your dick. Feels so-ohhh-so fucking good,” and Kinich couldn’t lie even if he tried. Nor could he control the pleas that tumble from his lips at each thrust.
Ororon's free hand comes down on his ass with a crack and Kinich nearly shouts at the sensation. “A-ah! Again, please.” Ororon abides, raising his palm to connect with his ass cheek. Kinich whimpers as the contact sends waves of arousal straight to his dick.
Kinich knew Ororon’s resolve was slipping when the previously quiet man began to break into deep moans. He hunched down deeper, pressing his chest against Kinich’s back. Kinich could hardly form sentences at this point, ah’s and oh’s leaving his lips like prayers. All it took was Ifa reaching over and stroking his cock a few times for him to see stars.
“Going to-gonna-ahhh!” Kinich couldn’t finish his sentence before breaking off into a scream as come spilled from his cock. He twitched in Ifa’s hand, soaking the man’s palm with bursts of come.
It only took Ororon a few more thrusts before he came with a deep groan, shoving his impossibly large cock deep within the smaller man. Kinich whimpered at the sensation of Ororon pulsing within his walls, warmth filling his gut as Ororon released.
Kinich groaned as Ororon pulled out slowly, the feeling of his warm come dripping down his thighs following. Nothing but their breath fills the air for a bit, the three men coming down from their arousal driven high.
“That was really fucking good,” Kinich was the first to break the silence, Ororon smiling and flopping down next to him on the bed. “Agreed,” Ifa says from above him, “let me get you two cleaned up.”
Ifa scampers away to the bathroom, leaving Ororon and Kinich alone momentarily. “You looked so hot,” Ororon said, voice barely above a whisper. Kinich, despite their beyond lewd actions just a moment ago, blushes at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Would you ever want to do this again? With us?” Ororon asks, biting his lip to attempt to control his nerves. Kinich nods back immediately, “of course. You’re both really hot, and…” Kinich trails off, eyes flicking down to the now softened monster that Ororon had between his legs.
Ororon, catching his gaze, began blushing madly, hiding his face in his hands. “I’m glad you liked it,” he finally got out just as Ifa returned from the bathroom.
“Got some warm washcloths for my bros.” He grinned, completely unaware of any awkwardness between the two. Ifa’s hands were gentle and the washcloths were a perfect temperature, a testament to his attentiveness.
“Do you want to stay the night, bro?” Ifa asked Kinich after he finished cleaning them both up. Kinich glances at Ororon, attempting to gauge the other man’s comfortability with the proposed plan. Ororon tilts his head, arm snaking around Kinich’s waist, “please?” Ororon’s eyes are so soft and Kinich can’t help the flutter in his heart at the way the other man looks. He has to force himself to tear his eyes away from the other, mumbling out a “sure,” attempting to seem as nonchalant as possible.
Ifa chuckles, immediately seeing through his facade. The silver haired man crawls into bed next to Kinich, and suddenly he’s aware of just how short he is in comparison when he’s pressed between the two taller men. Kinich lets out an embarrassing sound as Ifa grabs Kinich’s waist, pulling his back flush against his chest. Ororon rolls his eyes but shuffles closer, hesitantly reaching out to grasp Kinich’s hand in his own and pull the man’s arm across his abdomen. Kinich raises his head and Ororon gets the hint, laying his muscular arm beneath Kinich’s neck so his head can rest on the other’s shoulder.
Ifa lets out a loud yawn, burying his head deeper into the crook of Kinich’s neck. “G’night bros!” He says, but his usual enthusiasm is weighed down by the obvious exhaustion laced with his words. “Goodnight,” Ororon responds, Kinich echoing him. The heat of the two bodies was comforting beyond what Kinich would admit, and once he closed his eyes, the warmth combined with his exhaustion made him fall asleep immediately.