“Give me your seed, Tedrey,” Faunus growled in his ear, stroking with a tight fist, and fucking with an otherworldly skill.

Tedrey did as told, his world exploding in an ecstasy the likes he had never experienced (not even close) as he jetted up his chest, jerking in Faunus’s hold, the seed coming, and coming, and coming some more. It finally lessened, and he could focus on the strokes up his arse as Saturn again took over and milked him dry.

Glorying in the deep groan that rumbled in his ear, Tedrey took Faunus’s offering not a minute later.

When they were done, Saturn tweaked his nipple making Tedrey’s body jolt pleasantly, before he winked at him, took his feet, slid free the toy that was inside him and sauntered to the door, tossing it to some toweling.

He opened the door, whistled, and when the servant in the hall came forth, he ordered refreshments.

He then closed the door.

But through this, Tedrey didn’t move.

For Faunus held him impaled.

And Tedrey didn’t wish to move.

But not simply because Faunus held him impaled, and being full of this man, particularly this man, he did not want to lose, even if Tedrey did not understand why this man felt so right.

Also, because Faunus held him, and he didn’t want to lose that most of all.

Which was likely why he felt so right.

“I have scars, you have seen them,” Faunus said quietly in his ear.

“From battle, training, manly pursuits.”

“What does it matter?”

Tedrey turned his head to the side.

Because it mattered.

Faunus licked him from shoulder up the tendons of his neck to under his ear before he whispered there, “I was right. You were beautiful shooting before me with me deep inside.”

Tedrey shivered.

Faunus sunk his teeth into Tedrey’s neck before he lifted him off.

When Tedrey lost him, he knew he was right, for he suddenly felt profoundly bereft.

He did not want to lose him.

Not any part of him.

He was taken from these thoughts when Saturn tossed them both wet towels before he dropped to the large, plush, fluffy, richly-colored cushions and stretched in a lounge.

Faunus cursorily cleaned his shaft and joined him there.

Tedrey was more furtive (and thorough) in his cleansing, and when he dropped his used towel in the basket that was there for that purpose, he met them on the abundant silk-covered cushions that littered the floor.

He then swiftly draped a loose silk over his hips.

Both men noted this with their eyes but neither said anything.

The wine, cheese, almonds, dates and olives Saturn ordered were served promptly, the servant backing out after he made the delivery, and Tedrey again grew uncomfortable.

For Nyx and Lorenz had talked him into meeting Faunus and Saturn, something he did on a now regular occasion.

But he’d always just watched.

So when they lazed after climax and chatted to each other and him, he was dressed, removed.