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Lyney is a show-off, that much is true. He’s shameless in all of his pursuits, unconcerned with privacy when it comes to his personal life. But that said, he cares deeply about his siblings—every member of the House, not only Lynette—and protecting them is part of that care. When Lyney hides away, it isn’t to spare himself embarrassment but rather to spare his siblings. And of all his siblings, Freminet is the most readily embarrassed. It’s easy to bring a blush to his fair and freckled face and although doing so is a hobby that Lyney loves to indulge in, he never goes beyond harmless teasing. He has always been careful of Freminet’s boundaries and never willingly pushed him out of his comfort zone.

When Lyney brings people back to the hotel for sex, he always, without fail, locks his bedroom door. Some of the younger children are prone to running from room to room without regard for who might be in it, and the last thing Lyney wants is to corrupt their innocence as his own had been at far too tender an age. Freminet, too, frequently creeps into Lyney’s room for company, for conversation and, more lately, for kisses. When Lyney is with somebody, he locks his door not for his own privacy but for the good of everyone in the hotel.

Tonight, Lyney’s door is not only unlocked but left ajar as though in invitation, so Freminet doesn’t think twice about slipping inside after lights out.

Only, Lyney isn’t alone. He’s with Itto.

Freminet doesn’t know where Lyney first met the oni, but for several months now he’s been a frequent visitor to the hotel. And Freminet likes him. He’s loud but he’s also kind and warm, great with the younger kids, and he makes Lyney smile. Sometimes when Itto laughs, Freminet can't help but smile, too. Then Lyney will look at him with his own smile, sharp and knowing, and Freminet turns away with glowing cheeks to busy himself with something else. Itto is handsome and he looks good with Lyney, too.

“It’s okay if you’ve thought about fucking him,” Lyney whispers sometimes late at night while Freminet squirms in his arms.

“I’ve thought about it, too,” he’d said, once. “He’s so big but he makes me feel so good. He’d make you feel good, too, I know it. So good you’d cry from it. You’re so pretty when you cry, Freminet. You’d look so pretty on Itto’s dick, too, wouldn’t you? Crying and coming over and over and over for us. For me.”

That night, as many others before it, had ended with Freminet whining and coming messily over Lyney’s hand while Lyney laughed affectionately and held him close.

Tonight Freminet walks in on Lyney completely naked on his bed, shamelessly bared with every light in the room switched on like spotlights illuminating a stage and making his skin glow bright. He’s kneeling facing the door, his knees wide apart and his head tipped back, one hand pressed to his mouth to keep himself quiet while his eyes roll with pleasure.

Between Lyney’s thighs Freminet can see Itto’s jaw working and hear the slick sounds of his mouth as he greedily eats Lyney out. The heavy scent of their combined arousal hangs in the air and Freminet flushes hot all over. As he stands frozen in the doorway, a pearl of precum drips from Lyney’s cock and lands on Itto’s chest. 

Before he can bolt, Lyney’s eyes snap into focus and meet his. He drops his hand from his mouth and smiles widely, then uses that hand to beckon Freminet forward in clear invitation.

Join us.

It isn’t like he doesn’t want to. They’ve even talked about it, although Freminet thought it was just dirty talk, not anything that could really happen.

But Lyney didn’t leave his door unlocked by accident.

Freminet takes a deep, steadying breath, steps into the room and locks the door quietly but assuredly behind him before any of their siblings can come knocking and before he can think himself out of it.

Itto doesn’t notice his presence at first; he’s too focused on Lyney. His big, clawed hands grip firm to Lyney’s slender waist while he licks and licks into him until Lyney’s eyes slide closed and a soft moan tumbles from his parted lips.

Freminet draws closer to the bed, his heart pounding with trepidation but nonetheless transfixed. Itto’s cock lies hard and flushed on his stomach, so long it reaches to his navel and so thick Freminet doesn’t think he could close his hand around it. Two bands of red circle it, the same markings that decorate the rest of the oni’s body. Lyney lets out another moan and grinds down onto Itto’s face and Freminet watches that heavy cock twitch with excitement.

Freminet has never wanted much for himself in life, but he does want this. Lyney is urging him to take it and Freminet trusts Lyney more than anyone else in the world.

When he gives the swollen head of Itto’s cock a tentative lick Itto groans, the sound muffled by Lyney’s ass. Encouraged, Freminet licks again and then takes as much as he can between his lips. It’s a stretch, far more than he’s used to from Lyney, but he does his best and manages to get halfway down before the tip bumps the back of his throat and he has to stop to fight his gag reflex. Itto groans again so loud it’s almost a bellow then turns his head to breathe.

“Shit, Lyney…how’re you doing that?”

Lyney laughs brightly, reaching behind himself to ruffle Itto’s white hair.

“You think this is one of my tricks?”

“How else—?” Itto peers around his hip and his red eyes go wide. “Fremi? Oh shit—” 

Freminet swallows against his cock and whatever else he might have said dissolves into a wordless sound of pleasure. One of Itto’s clawed hands unanchors itself from Lyney’s waist to burrow into Freminet’s blonde hair and finally it’s Freminet’s turn to moan as he butts up into that touch, drooling over Itto’s cock.

“Baby, that’s so good…”

The praise buoys Freminet up and drives him on; he scrambles onto the bed, straddling Itto’s shins and pushing his mouth down, down on his cock until his eyes water and he can’t breathe past the heft of it in his throat. Itto squirms beneath him and pets through his hair and all Freminet wants is to make him feel good, to make him go on cursing and praising and petting and leaking into his mouth until he finally comes down his throat. When Itto fucks upwards Freminet squeezes his own thighs together, his cock hot and hard in his shorts.

“Sorry, sorry,” Itto apologises hastily, struggling to hold still. “Sweet Archons—”

“He has a wonderful mouth, doesn’t he?” Lyney lounges at Itto’s side now, clever fingers toying with the oni’s nipples (pierced, Freminet notes). “He’ll swallow for you, if you want him to.”

Freminet draws back just far enough to suck in several noisy breaths through his nose and Itto slides his hand down to cup his cheek.

“He’s… Man, I can’t even find the words.” Freminet abruptly drops all the way back down on his cock and he shudders. “Fuck, oh fuck—”

Before Freminet can start to really suck him in earnest, Itto flails out with both arms and bats him away. Freminet withdraws, confused as he watches Itto cinch his hand tight around the base of his cock and squeeze hard, his face screwed up in discomfort.

“Is he alright?” He asks Lyney, alarmed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” Lyney says breezily, giving Freminet a sunny smile. “He’s just trying not to come.”

“O-oh.” Freminet stares at the oni’s cock in his fist, realising just how hard and flushed it is.

“Hnngh.” Itto lets go of himself and flops back on the bed. His red eyes flutter open and capture Freminet. “Seriously, Fremi. Who the hell taught you to suck dick like that?”

“Who do you think?” Lyney says archly, crawling on hands and knees towards Freminet. “Now. Let’s get you out of those clothes, shall we?”

Freminet can’t quite believe that he is really there with them, that it’s really happening. He’s taken aback by his own boldness, but with Lyney by his side the things that frighten him never seem quite so intimidating. His brother gives him a reassuring smile as he slides his hands over Freminet’s clothed shoulders and then to the base of his neck. He presses his fingers rhythmically into the tender skin there and Freminet feels himself relaxing under his touch.

It’s one of their old codes, a way of talking to each other without words. Lynette came up with it but Lyney had been the one to share it with Freminet after formally declaring him a sibling.

Three firm presses to form a question: are you okay?

Freminet lays a hand on Lyney’s bare thigh and squeezes him once in return, answering with a clear yes.

Lyney’s smile grows and he moves closer to whisper right against Freminet’s lips:

“I knew you would be.”

The kiss is just as sweet as any they’ve ever shared. Lyney’s mouth moves carefully against his, teasing and coaxing. His tongue, soft and slick, laps over the seam of Freminet’s lips until he parts them in welcome. Lyney slips one hand beneath the hem of Freminet's loose sleep shirt and the familiar touch is as soothing as it is exciting. With both of them kneeling it's easy to press his growing erection to Lyney's hip; Freminet wants him to feel how much he really does want this, even if he might sometimes act as though he doesn't. His hesitation isn't new but it has lessened when it's just the two of them. Itto's wildcard presence is putting butterflies back into his stomach and making him want to run away but he’s trying to swallow the feeling down, push it away until maybe he can just enjoy himself. Just be happy.

Behind him he can hear Itto shuffling around, clearly interested. Freminet isn’t startled when a hand, larger and heavier than Lyney’s, settles on the back of his head. Itto doesn’t push but only holds him in place, steady and encouraging. It’s nice. Freminet knew he would be as kind and patient as Lyney; it’s mainly what drew him in. Itto is big and boisterous but more than anything he wants to take care of his precious people just like Lyney does. And Lyney, of course, has taught Itto exactly how to care for Freminet.

“You’re so pretty,” Itto breathes, his hand dropping to finish what Lyney started and push Freminet’s shirt all the way up to his armpits. His skin is so warm against Freminet’s bare back, making him shiver with want when Itto slides that hand possessively over the newly exposed curve of his waist. Freminet’s mouth falters against Lyney’s, going slack as Itto settles in behind him. He’s flooded with so much anticipation that his whole body feels like a raw nerve. When Itto drops a kiss to his spine he actually cries out.

“Woah,” Itto murmurs, his lips tracing a maddeningly gentle path down Freminet's back. “Easy, little dude.”

“S-s-sorry,” Freminet stutters, hot shame sour on his tongue. He’s going to ruin it. His first time with anyone other than Lyney and he’s being a total sissy about it. What was he even thinking, coming in here like this? As if Itto would want anything to do with a boring, mousey kid like him when he has Lyney. He never should’ve—

“Hey.” Lyney takes Freminet’s face between both hands and frowns at him. “Don’t go disappearing on me, alright? This isn’t a magic show.”

The lousy joke makes Freminet smile in spite of himself. His lashes are damp but he isn’t crying, not quite. Lyney is here so he knows he can keep it together, he can.

“You can change your mind about this,” Lyney says while Itto’s breath warms Freminet’s freckled shoulder. “Any time. Just say the word.”

Itto hums his agreement. “Yeah, for sure. We all wanna have fun, right? So if anyone’s not having fun, then we stop.”

“Okay,” Freminet says, gazing deeply into Lyney’s familiar and comforting eyes. “Okay.”

Lyney gives him a sweet smile and then tugs the waistband of Freminet’s shorts down to his thighs.

Fight, flight or freeze has his insides dropping like a huge, cold stone but before he can freak out Itto’s big, warm hands slide over his belly and his knuckles bump Freminet’s erection, drawing a soft, involuntary sound out of him. Itto touches him more deliberately, then, brushing the backs of his fingers along his cock from base to wet tip. Freminet mewls and sinks back against his chest, arousal dominating every other feeling he has.

“Man, I really hope you are havin’ fun,” Itto rumbles against the nape of his neck, “‘cause I really wanna keep going.”

“What do you say, Freminet?” Lyney asks musically, a smile still dancing in his eyes. “Would you like Itto to touch you?”

“Y-yes.”

It comes out as a whisper, but not because he’s in any doubt. Freminet swallows and looks down at himself—the shirt pushed up his chest and the pink head of his cock just visible past Itto’s hands resting on his stomach. He needs to make it clear to both of them how much he truly wants to be there with them and if he can’t find his voice, he’ll have to show them.

Freminet pushes up onto his knees and turns to face Itto. The oni looks at him like he’s the big bad wolf and Freminet is just the tastiest little snack he’s ever laid eyes on; that look gives him the final bit of confidence he needs to pull his shirt over his head and fumble his way out of his shorts to leave him as naked as the other two.

Itto’s throat moves as he swallows hard, his red eyes crawling over all of Freminet’s newly exposed skin.

“God damn,” he says. “I wanna eat you alive.”

“Do it,” Freminet says, his voice steady even though he can feel himself trembling. “Touch me, Itto. Please.”

Itto lunges, hauling Freminet into his lap and attaching his mouth to his shoulder to suck an angry bruise into his skin. Freminet cries out but Lyney is there at his back, a sanctuary from the onslaught of new sensations while Itto leaves mark after mark on him. Marks that he’s seen Lyney wearing on his neck and his thighs and his stomach; now they’ll decorate Freminet too, as though he and not Lynette is their brother’s twin.

Itto’s mouth is hot and firm and the suction hurts but it’s a good kind of hurt, an ecstatic ache that pulses through his entire body and makes his cock jump against Itto’s much larger one. He shudders when Lyney reaches around his hip to take him in hand, a sure and familiar touch. A whine slips from his throat and Itto groans around a mouthful of his neck and grinds up against him, his hardness rubbing over not only Freminet’s own but also his balls and the tight pucker of his hole.

Freminet comes so suddenly that he chokes on his breath, completely unprepared for the fierce, stinging pleasure that hits him all at once.

Itto finally raises his head to watch Freminet coming all over his lap.

“Oh, man,” he sighs. “That’s so hot.”

“Good boy,” Lyney purrs, nipping at the shell of Freminet’s ear and pulling a pathetic whine from his throat.

“I—I didn’t—m-mean—”

Tears spring to Freminet’s eyes but Lyney is there, right there, reassuringly warm and solid at his back. Between the two of them he has no space to fall apart.

“You’re alright, Nene,” Lyney says, sensing his distress without even needing to see his face.

Nene is an old nickname from all the way back when Father first brought him to the hotel. Lyney was big on pet names at the time, insisting that all the others called him ‘Neenee’. He’d wanted Lynette to be Nene but she had flatly refused; somehow, the name had ended up with Freminet.

Itto grabs Lyney’s wrist to lick Freminet’s cum off of his fingers and Freminet blushes bright red. He’s still seated right on Itto’s dick, feeling its every twitch and throb against the most sensitive parts of him.

“I—I can suck you,” he offers, forcing himself to meet Itto’s red eyes. “Or Lyney could… The two of you… I could just—leave.”

Itto shakes his head, white hair swishing over his shoulders.

“Freminet… Can I kiss you?”

Freminet’s eyes widen, then Itto’s too as he tries to backpedal.

“Oh no, hey, I mean, if you really wanna go, that’s totally cool! Is that what you want?”

Lyney moves in closer and slips his arms around Freminet’s shoulders. He nuzzles his cheek.

“Is it?”

Freminet takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“N-no. Itto…” He squares his shoulders and Itto tilts his head, waiting. “You can kiss me. I want you to.”

Itto sighs in relief. He reaches up to brush Freminet’s blonde hair out of his eyes before gripping him gently but firmly by the chin.

“Good,” he says as he leans in. “Man, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”

Weeks? Freminet thinks, but a moment later he isn’t thinking about anything but how soft Itto’s lips are, how soft and how warm. Instinct has him open his mouth to welcome Itto’s tongue and it’s good. It’s really good. It’s not so different from Lyney's kisses. A tiny moan catches in his throat and Itto kisses him harder, deeper, holding Freminet in his strong arms and licking into him.

“Oh.” Lyney’s voice is hushed, almost awed. “You look good together.”

Freminet’s head is spinning; he feels weak, shaky and so very small in Itto’s hold. When Lyney presses up against his back he looses a quiet moan into Itto’s mouth. The oni pulls back to look at him and he closes his eyes, his last defence against the havoc that the two of them are wreaking on his senses. If he has to feel so much all at once then let him be blind, at least.

“Still okay?”

Freminet nods, afraid to speak.

In tandem, Lyney bites one side of his neck while Itto sucks on the other and all of his skin is alive, his whole body thrumming with electric sensation. He slumps boneless against Lyney and the two of them hold him up, mapping his skin with their hot mouths.

“Beautiful,” Lyney breathes against his cheek and Itto hums in agreement.

Then Itto and Lyney are kissing each other over his shoulder, wet and noisy, squeezing Freminet between their bodies. He does look, then, enthralled while their attention is on each other rather than him. It’s less overwhelming and Freminet thinks he probably should have stayed in the doorway and only watched. He wasn’t ready for this. If Itto is expecting him to be as confident and proficient as Lyney, he’s going to be disappointed.

“Stay with us,” Lyney whispers; somehow he always knows when Freminet is retreating into his insecurities.

I am, Freminet wants to say but his voice, his words are gone. There’s just so much hot skin against his own; Itto has pulled him even closer to get at Lyney behind him, nibbling a path along his jaw.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you. Need it so bad.”

Lyney laughs softly, tilting his head to give Itto his throat.

“Who are you talking to, Itto?”

“Either,” the oni groans. “Both. Whatever, just—”

Itto is big and Freminet has never had anything inside him before. The idea should scare him and it does but he’s also remembering all the filthy things Lyney whispers to him at night about how good Itto feels and—and how good Freminet would look on his dick, how he’d come and cry and come some more and—

He wants that. All of it.

“Okay.”

Lyney sucks in a quick breath. “Freminet.”

Itto looks at him with hazy eyes. His pupils are blown out wide, his lips kiss-swollen, parted, pink and wet.

“Yeah? You want to?”

Freminet says yes at the same time Lyney says no. Itto looks between them, brow starting to furrow.

“One day,” Lyney says. “Not tonight, Nene, okay? You’re not ready.”

“But I want to,” Freminet says, quietly determined. He hasn’t come this far to back out halfway. “You told me it feels really good. You’re the one who—”

“I wasn’t lying to you,” Lyney cuts him off, something he almost never does. There’s real worry in his rose-coloured eyes. “But it’s a lot the first time, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, or upset, or…or…”

Freminet half turns in Itto’s lap and cups Lyney’s cheek.

“I’ll be okay, because you’ll be here. You won’t let anything bad happen to me, will you?”

Lyney blows out a breath. “No, of course not.”

“Lyney?”

They both turn to look at Itto, who is fiddling with the vision hanging from his collar.

“What if you have him first? Get him ready for me?”

“Yes,” Freminet breathes, flushing hot all over and fixing pleading eyes on Itto. “Yes, please, I want that.”

“Freminet…” Lyney sounds conflicted but his stiff cock is pressing into Freminet’s back, clearly interested.

A surge of confidence he very seldom feels rolls through Freminet and daringly, even wantonly, he rises on his knees and bends at the waist, putting himself in the perfect position to rub the fullness of his ass against his brother’s erection.

Lyney stutters out a moan and bucks against him.

“Archons.”

Itto grabs his arms and pulls him forward; at first Freminet is afraid he’ll overbalance but Itto’s grip is strong.

“Here,” he says. “Hold onto me and keep doing that.”

It’s more difficult now that he’s so aware of his audience, but Freminet braces his hands against Itto’s shoulders and grinds back again, again, until he feels Lyney pull him down harder with a needy whine.

“Mm, I won’t—won’t last long enough…ah, Fremi—”

Itto grins. “So what? You can come for us right now, baby.”

Lyney glares at him although it’s undermined by his desperate motions against Freminet.

“If you can wait, then so can I.”

Itto laughs at that, a full-throated thing that makes his body quake beneath Freminet.

“It’s not a competition.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re winning,” Lyney snaps. His eyes, though, are dancing with affection and humour both.

“Maybe I just wanna see you spill yourself all over Fremi, huh? Didja think of that?”

Lyney gives up the fight then, tossing his head back and arching his body to better grind against Freminet’s ass.

Freminet is no stranger to Lyney’s cock but he’s never felt it there, so close to the place it could enter him, fill him up… A thin moan escapes him at the thought and Lyney echoes it.

“Mm—You feel so good.”

Itto is wearing a goofy half grin as he watches the show happening in his lap. He looks just like the Itto that Freminet knows but he’d liked it when the oni was a little wild, a little desperate. He wants that Itto back and it makes him bold enough to reach down, wrap a firm hand around the tip of Itto’s cock and squeeze.

“S-shit.”

Itto’s hips jerk upwards and Freminet feels him thicken in his fist as his arousal ignites from the smoulder it had dimmed to. He starts to stroke up and down the length of him, marvelling at how much bigger Itto’s cock is than his own, how hot and how hard.

Itto groans, precum starting to well at his slit.

“Trying to even the score, huh?” He accuses Freminet breathlessly.

“Yes,” Freminet says demurely, watching his own hand moving up and down. “You both should come. Like I did.”

“Itto,” Lyney says, “where’s the lube?”

“Same place as always.” Itto grunts and fucks through Freminet’s hand, finding a rhythm he likes. “Use both hands, baby—yeah, like that.”

Lyney’s warmth disappears from Freminet’s back and his first impulse is to panic, feeling bereft and utterly out of his depth without his brother’s support. It’s short-lived, though, as Lyney returns and loops his arms around Freminet’s waist.

“Up on your knees for me,” he breathes over the back of Freminet’s ear, making him shiver. “There’s a good boy.”

Freminet swallows hard and complies. He’s already halfway to hard again himself, his refractory period slashed to ribbons by the overwhelming, ridiculous sexiness of the situation. He hears Lyney slicking himself up and looks back over his shoulder, seeking out rose-coloured eyes. Lyney smiles at him; there’s a flush riding high across his cheekbones and he looks beautiful beyond words. Freminet’s heart lodges in his throat and for a long moment he can’t breathe.

He’s just so grateful for Lyney. For everything he’s ever done for him, and all that he continues to do.

“I need you to close your legs and keep them tight, okay?” Lyney strokes down his back and cups one buttock. “Can you do that for me?”

Freminet nods and lets go of Itto so they can rearrange themselves, until he’s kneeling high with his legs together and Itto is kneeling with him, his cock resting against Freminet’s stomach.

He isn’t sure what Lyney is intending to do. He doesn’t think he’s going to fuck him—there’s a lot about sex he doesn’t know, but he has experimented with his body a little and he knows it wouldn’t feel good going from nothing to an entire cock in his ass, and if it wouldn’t feel good then Lyney won’t do it.

His unvoiced questions are answered when Lyney presses a slippery hand between the softness of his thighs, right at the fullest part, then replaces his hand with his cock.

Freminet’s eyes go wide while Lyney sighs shakily against his nape.

“So good, Fremi. So good.”

His first thrust startles a gasp from Freminet’s throat as he’s bucked forward into Itto who puts a hand on his head to anchor him there against his chest. Lyney in turn wraps both arms around him, pinning his arms as he starts to thrust between his thighs.

They’ve never done this. Freminet didn’t know it was something that people did. He wonders how it feels for Lyney, hoping it’s good, hoping it’s enough—that he’s enough.

Itto lets out a soft ‘fuck’ and reaches for Lyney, his long arms gathering both of them in. Lyney shifts his grip to Freminet’s hips, holding on tight while he fucks his thighs with increasing urgency. Freminet is trapped between them, his cheek pressed hard to Itto’s chest and his arms hanging uselessly at his sides, Lyney’s panting breath hot against his neck and Itto’s cock digging insistently into his belly. It makes him feel like an object for them to use and a delightful heat spreads through him as he’s jostled to and fro.

“‘M gonna come,” Lyney breathes against his skin. “Ah, ah—”

His pelvis bangs hard against Freminet’s plush ass before he switches to a desperate grind that Itto mirrors, both of them frotting against him and kissing over his shoulder, Itto roughly groping Lyney’s ass until there’s a burst of wetness between Freminet’s thighs as Lyney shudders and spills.

Itto’s dick twitches against Freminet’s stomach.

“Oh, hell, Lyney.”

Lyney sighs and eases back from Freminet who is again struck with an intense feeling of loss, unmoored like a boat drifting on storm-tossed waves. Instinctively he brings his hands up to clutch at Itto, latching onto his biceps and swallowing a needy, childish sound, lifting his head in search of a kiss that Itto gladly gives. The oni sucks on Freminet’s lower lip and then presses his teeth into that soft flesh, humming into his mouth in a way that makes his very bones vibrate.

Freminet isn’t ready for this to be over. He won’t ever have the nerve to do anything like it again, and knowing that makes him greedy. He wants to experience everything Itto and Lyney can show him, take everything they have to give and give all of himself to them in return. With that in mind, he wraps both hands again around Itto’s cock and starts to jerk him off quickly. When Itto breaks their kiss to draw in a sharp breath Freminet drops to his belly on the mattress and moves in close.

“Let me?” He breathes, gazing up at Itto through his lashes. “Please?”

Itto’s mouth hangs open; he can only nod, dazed and definitely eager. When Freminet sinks his mouth down on his cock he throws his head back and groans towards the ceiling.

”Don’t make me come, ‘kay? Not ‘till I’m inside you.”

Freminet squeezes his thighs together with a soft whine; he wants to make Itto come in his mouth but he wants Itto inside of him even more. He wants it just like Itto said: Lyney will have him first, will take him apart just enough for Itto to finish the job.

”You’re sure?” Lyney is by his side, laying soft kisses across his shoulder.

Freminet draws off of Itto, who to his credit sounds only mildly disappointed, and rests his forehead against his hip.

”Don’t you want to, Neenee?”

Lyney is quick to answer, his breath warm against Freminet’s skin.

”You have no idea how much I want to. But I want to look after you, too.”

”You will be,” Freminet says, turning his head to look his brother in the eyes. “I really want to as well. I just—I didn’t know how… I—I was afraid to ask, before.”

Lyney’s gaze softens immensely.

”I’ll always give you what you want. You don’t ever have to be afraid.”

A large hand settles on Freminet’s head, ruffling his hair tenderly.

”Let’s clean up a little, yeah? Take a quick breather.”

Freminet feels the fear again as Itto moves away from the bed, but he swallows it down hard. He knows—he knows this isn’t over, he has ample evidence of how much Itto wants him, and Lyney, too. He can believe in them. He has to.

”Okay,” he says barely above a whisper, letting Lyney tug him towards the pillows.

Itto returns with a warm, damp washcloth. The three of them really are a mess, especially Itto who has both of their cum drying on his thighs and his dick. Itto cleans Lyney up first, though, then looks at Freminet with a question in his eyes. Freminet nods and forces himself to relax on the bed, letting his thighs roll apart. He closes his eyes and that makes it okay to have Itto’s attention on him.

The washcloth feels good against his skin, pleasantly rough. Itto wipes down his belly and thighs and then retreats, Freminet assumes to give himself the same treatment.

”Are you sleepy?” Lyney asks, lying beside him with a hand pressed over his heart.

”No.”

Itto kisses right above Lyney’s hand and Freminet sighs in a way he hopes is encouraging. It must work because Itto kisses him again a little lower down, then again. He trails kisses down Freminet’s chest and when he reaches his belly he opens his mouth there and sucks at the tender skin until Freminet shudders.

With his eyes closed every sensation is magnified. He feels his cock filling out until he’s completely hard again and Itto’s mouth is so close and moving lower, never leaving his skin.

”You’re so soft,” the oni murmurs against his hipbone and then flattens his tongue to the thin skin there in a slow, luxuriant lick. Freminet gasps and reaches for Lyney’s hand to squeeze while Itto nuzzles his inner thigh with a soft hum.

”Can I mark you here, baby?”

Oh, he likes being Itto’s baby. He likes it very much.

”Y-yes.”

Itto groans his gratitude and pulls a mouthful of Freminet’s flesh between his lips, between his teeth. He sucks hard enough to make Freminet squirm on the bed, his heels dragging against the sheets.

”Good boy,” Lyney croons into his ear. “Just relax. We’ll take care of everything.”

Freminet has almost forgotten what all of this is leading to when the pads of Lyney's fingers ease between his cheeks to nudge at his hole, slippery-cold with lube. He whines in shock but Lyney is there to kiss his trembling mouth.

”If it’s too much, just say ‘stop’,” Lyney murmurs in between kisses. “Say it any time. Or use our signal, okay? I promise, we won’t push you.”

But Freminet wants to be pushed, at least a little.

”M-More,” he stammers, fisting his hands in the sheets and spreading his legs wider. “I want more.”

”That’s my boy,” Itto’s voice rumbles, then Lyney is easing one slim finger into Freminet.

It feels foreign and strange, at least until Lyney circles the finger around and then it’s good. Freminet’s eyes fly open and he stares wonderingly at Lyney who smiles knowingly.

”Yes?”

”Oh…” Freminet’s eyes flutter closed again as Lyney starts to thrust his finger in and out.

”You’re doing so good, Fremi,” Itto says. “Think you were really made for this, huh?”

Made for this. Made for them. Maybe Freminet was, maybe he’s always been waiting—

Itto sucks Freminet’s dick into his mouth and shocks a cry from his mouth. Lyney shushes him with a kiss, pets him until he’s as relaxed as he can be under the dual assault of a hot mouth and a probing finger wreaking havoc on his nerve endings.

”He’s so good at that, isn’t he?” Lyney pats Itto’s hair with pride as the oni bobs slowly on Freminet’s cock. “Are you ready for another finger?”

Freminet doesn’t trust his voice so he only nods.

”Bring your knees up,” Lyney tells him and Freminet obeys.

With his body even more exposed, Lyney wastes no time kneeling between his legs and sliding a second finger in alongside the first. Freminet can feel the stretch of them then, but it isn’t bad.

”You can pull on his hair,” Lyney says, reaching to guide Freminet’s trembling hand down to Itto’s head. “Or his horns, if you want to. He likes it.”

Itto hums around his cock in agreement and a whimper slips from Freminet’s lips. He finds his fingers curling tentatively around one curved red horn and Itto makes another sound closer to a groan and sucks hard while Lyney’s fingers go on pushing in and irrevocably in. A moment later Lyney presses upwards and the warm coiling pleasure building in Freminet’s belly immediately turns molten.

”Ah—!”

”Too much?” There’s a little worried crease between Lyney’s brows but his hand is still working between Freminet’s thighs, thrusting now and staying away from the place he’d touched.

”It—“ Freminet coughs to clear his throat and presses a hand to his flushed face. “It felt good. I liked it.”

Lyney breathes out a sigh and circles his fingers, stretching Freminet’s rim until he can add a third.

Freminet’s trembling becomes a constant, full-bodied thing. He’s clinging to Itto’s horn, almost yanking on it, but Itto doesn’t seem to mind. He draws back to tongue at the head of Freminet’s cock and when he sinks back down and Lyney’s fingers once again find what Freminet knows must be his prostate, all at once it is too much.

”Coming, I’m coming—!” He cries urgently before Lyney presses a soft but insistent hand over his mouth.

”It’s alright,” he whispers. “Go on and come.”

Freminet couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried, but as it is there’s no time to even make the attempt because he’s already spilling into Itto’s mouth, clenching around Lyney’s clever fingers, heaving in lungfuls of air like he’s been underwater without his Vision as fierce heat spreads through his body.

When he feels Itto swallowing, he can’t hold back a whine.

”Perfect,” Lyney is murmuring against his burning cheek, his half-hard cock rubbing against Freminet’s belly. “You’re perfect, Freminet. So beautiful. Such a good, good boy.”

Freminet’s breath hitches over the threat of tears but he forces his words out, hiding behind his hand.

”Lyney, I—I still want—Inside. Want you inside. Please?”

Lyney kisses him hard and hungry, distracting him from the empty wanting feeling when he pulls his fingers free and Itto releases his softening cock from his hot mouth.

”I think he’s ready for you, baby,” Itto says. Freminet can feel him hovering above him and the feeling of safety that Lyney always instills in him is intensified. He might not always be able to use his words but he hopes Itto knows how much—how much he—

“Um.” Unusually, it’s Lyney who falters. “How should we… What position, do you think?”

It strikes Freminet then that Lyney doesn’t have all that much experience of his own. There were a handful of partners before Itto, but none were that serious. Lyney could never trust them with the truth of who he is and what he does. Freminet doesn’t think he slept with all or even most of them.

There were the honeypot missions, of course. Freminet isn’t supposed to know about those, but he does. Lynette was always so worried about Lyney and she needed someone to worry alongside her. Freminet isn’t sure that they really count, doesn’t know how far Lyney would have gone.

It’s nothing like this, here and now, between the three of them.

”It’ll be easier on him from behind,” Itto says, wandering to the head of the bed to look down on both of them. “But it’s up to Fremi, right? How d’you want it, baby?”

Freminet swallows thickly as he sits up. He doesn’t have any more of a clue than Lyney, he just knows that he wants as much of their skin against his own as possible.

”Not on my hands and knees,” he blurts out, staring fixedly down at his toes. “I—I want—“

”You want to be held,” Lyney finishes for him, combing gentle fingers through his hair. Freminet nods, gnawing on his lower lip. “Okay.”

”I might be having an idea,” Itto says. Lyney smirks up at him.

”Oh, really? Sure there’s enough blood left in your brain for that, big guy?”

”Oi,” Itto says with no heat. He gives his cock a languid stroke, reminding Freminet of how hard Itto still is and how very big. “I can hold Fremi for you, yeah? Like—Hey, scooch over, little guy.”

Freminet is the little guy; he moves to the side and Itto sits on the bed and fluffs the pillows before stuffing them behind his back and holding out his arms.

”Here,” Itto says. “Come cuddle with me while Lyney fucks you. And then, if you still want—“

”I do,” Freminet cuts him off and then covers his mouth. “Sorry, I—“

Itto shakes his head, grinning, and pulls Freminet into his lap.

”It’s really hot when you tell us what you want.” He presses a kiss to Freminet’s forehead. “Sure you don’t need a break first? You came pretty hard in my mouth, ya know.”

Freminet is about to apologise again but Itto is still grinning and he knows it wasn’t a criticism.

”No break,” he says instead, glancing over his shoulder at Lyney who has moved in behind him. “You’ll stop if I ask you to.”

Lyney nods, his rose-coloured eyes brimming over with affection and desire. He uses a hand to guide his cock between Freminet’s cheeks and sucks in a breath.

”Hey, maybe I should use a condom.”

”No,” Freminet says, looping his arms around Itto’s neck and kneeling firm and strong over Itto’s thighs. “I don’t want to wait. Please, just—t-take me now.”

”Oh, Archons,” Lyney breathes and pushes forward just a little, just enough for Freminet to suck in a breath of his own at the pressure against his hole, so much more than a finger.

”Now,” Freminet says against Itto’s neck. “Lyney, please, now.”

Lyney pushes again and Freminet holds his breath and tries to relax, tries to will his body to accept—

A heartbeat later, Lyney is inside him.

Partly, at least. Freminet feels himself clenching down reflexively and Lyney curses and pulls back onto to push back in harder, further, more.

Freminet hears somebody whining and it must be him but he doesn’t care, can hardly make it out past the roaring of his blood in his ears. Itto is stroking his hair and murmuring soft encouragements while Lyney shudders at his back and eases in a little deeper, fucking Freminet open as his cock bullies its way inside and makes a home for itself and Freminet can barely breathe, it’s like nothing he’s ever felt, not even three of Lyney’s fingers could prepare him for what it would feel like, how hot and thick and—

“That’s it, baby boy,” Itto says into his hair, wrapping his arms around Freminet’s back to hold him tightly as he starts to shake. “It’s a lot, huh? But you look so good like this. Bet it feels good, too, don’t it? Don’t run from that feeling, alright? Just let it happen.”

”Freminet,” Lyney says behind him, reedy and urgent. “Oh, you’re so—It’s so—nngh.”

”Go on and fuck him like you mean it,” Itto says, so cavalier with Freminet’s body as though it belongs to him. “You know he can take it.”

Lyney shoves forward and fully seats himself and Freminet cries out and burrows harder into Itto’s arms. Not to get away, though, no, not at all. Just for the warmth, the safety, the security while he’s falling apart and unsure of what he feels. His body is still squeezing down and he can feel all of Lyney inside him, every inch, every ridge and bump pressing back against him.

”Oh,” Lyney says again. He pulls back and gives a jerky little thrust back in. “Oh, Archons, I—Fremi, I won’t last long.”

”Have you ever done this before?” Itto asks but Freminet doesn’t know whether Lyney nods or shakes his head in answer. He only knows that Lyney starts to fuck him in earnest after that, using Freminet’s hole the way he had earlier used his thighs to get himself off. He only knows that he’s caught between the two of them like a mouse in a trap, ready and willing to be swallowed whole, devoured—

One of Lyney’s clumsy thrusts hits his prostate dead on and he claws at Itto’s shoulders as for a second all of his senses white out.

”There,” Itto says and hoists Freminet a little higher in his arms. “Lyney, do that again.”

Lyney gives a strangled laugh. “I’m—not sure I can.”

”Do you wanna come in him before I have him?”

Lyney’s thrusts get faster and with Itto’s direction he’s hitting Freminet’s prostate more often than not, making pleasure burst inside him like waves of static. Freminet’s cock is already almost hard again and leaking onto Itto’s abs.

”Can I?” Lyney asks breathlessly, his fingers digging in at Freminet’s hips. “Can I, please, can I?”

”Yes,” Freminet almost sobs, his voice thick and watery with overwhelmed, joyous tears. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Lyney all but collapses against him, his thrusts slowing down but his cock staying sinfully deep inside as he ruts into Freminet. Itto yanks Freminet into a fierce kiss, clumsy and full of teeth but so good, exactly what Freminet needs as he surrenders to the shuddering, crying mess that Lyney is making of him. Plastered between the two of them, he feels whole.

”It’s so good…oh, Fremi…oh, Archons it’s so…you’re so…”

Lyney is babbling against his skin, sounding more discomposed than Freminet has ever known him to be with no possible explanation besides the fact that it’s because of him, that he is the one who’s made Lyney sound like that. Freminet’s breath stutters as Lyney kisses and bites at his shoulders and the back of his neck, his hands dragging down his flanks.

Itto tears himself away from plundering Freminet’s mouth to speak.

”Lyney, hurry up. I need him so freaking bad.”

Lyney huffs out a laugh and presses in even closer.

”But I don’t want it to end.”

”Listen here—“ Itto snarls but then Lyney groans and—and—

It’s so warm when he comes, Freminet can feel it. His cock twitches with each spurt and Freminet can feel that, too. He can feel everything Lyney feels. They’ve never been closer together than this.

Hazily, Freminet’s eyes lock with Itto’s, his mouth slack, his thoughts almost completely absent in the wake of such an onslaught of sensation.

Itto has that look in his eyes again like he’s about to eat Freminet alive and leave not a crumb of him behind.

Freminet shudders with pure, undiluted want.

”You really think you can take me?” Itto asks and Freminet knows that if he said no the oni wouldn’t push it but there’s a plea in his eyes like he needs Freminet to say yes.

Lyney clumsily pulls out and for a second the emptiness is so awful it makes Freminet grind his teeth.

”Please,” he gets out, pressing his hands to Itto’s heaving chest.

Itto closes his eyes and swallows hard.

”Can one of you…uh, lube?”

”Don’t need it,” Lyney says, reaching between Freminet’s thighs to take hold of Itto’s straining cock. “Both of you are soaking wet.”

Itto tips his head back at Lyney’s touch, baring his teeth.

“Archons, don’t—Just help me turn him around, alright?”

Turn him around? Why? Can’t Itto just slide into him like this?

But Lyney seems to understand, tugging gently at Freminet’s shoulder.

”Come on, Nene. Let me see your pretty face.”

Almost all of the usual composure has returned to Lyney’s voice but when Freminet turns he sees the blotchy pink flush still staining his cheeks and the drying tears staining the corners of his eyes and he knows that he didn’t imagine how wild his brother was just a minute before.

Freminet kneels awkwardly over Itto’s thighs for only a moment before the oni pulls him back and manhandles him into the position he wants.

With Itto’s hands in the pits of his knees, Freminet understands. Lyney smiles at him gently as his eyes go wide.

”Alright?”

Freminet nods; his tongue feels too big for his mouth. He can’t make words any more but it’s okay, it’s alright. They still have him, both of them. He won’t fall.

”Baby, baby, shit,” Itto half-groans against his neck, fingers squeezing at his thighs, “I want you so damn bad.”

”You’re beautiful,” Lyney says softly while he holds Itto’s cock in place.

It slides in easier than Lyney’s had, at first. Freminet’s body hasn’t yet forgotten the shape of Lyney inside him and it’s ready to welcome Itto in its place.

But only at first.

Lyney is perfectly average sized, but Itto most definitely isn’t.

The head of his cock squeezes inside and Freminet already feels almost full, a heavy drowsy satisfaction bedding into him at the already familiar feeling.

Then Itto keeps going.

”Fremi,” the oni breathes against his temple. Freminet can feel his hands twitching, almost trembling on his thighs and just barely inside him Itto’s cock is twitching, too. “Once I’m in you, I’m not gonna stop. Last chance to change your mind.”

Freminet shakes his head even though he honestly isn’t sure if he can handle it. Despite what he’d said Itto is still pulling him down, his thick cock sinking into Freminet inch by solid inch and it seems like it’ll never end. Itto will slide in deeper than Lyney had and then deeper still—so much deeper, so much more, just. So much.

”Fremi?”

Itto does stop then, waiting for his answer. His breathing is ragged, his body tense at Freminet’s back.

”I want it,” Freminet whispers, clinging to Itto’s forearms and feeling the muscles flex just before Itto yanks him down.

Freminet’s eyes roll back in his head. It’s all pleasure and no pain, like he truly was made for this. A blissful moan leaves his lips as Itto buries himself all the way inside.

”Freminet,” Lyney breathes, cradling his face in both hands. “You really took it all.”

Overwhelmed hardly describes it. Freminet is untethered from the world, from himself, reduced to a screaming ball of nerves that can only react to every tiny shift inside him. He fleetingly wonders if this is what dying feels like.

Itto has stopped moving, strong arms holding him close to let him adjust but it doesn’t help at all. Freminet is so full that he’s shaking uncontrollably and the shaking jostles him around on Itto’s cock so that it’s rubbing and pressing at every place inside him and—and—

His orgasm is like being stabbed in the chest—that happened to him on a mission once, so he knows. He can’t breathe past the impact of it, the ecstatic shattering of tension as with a yelp he shoots sticky white all over himself.

Itto curses behind him and Lyney sighs in front of him and kisses away the tears that stream down his cheeks.

”I’m not stopping,” Itto says, his voice as shaky as Freminet feels. “I meant it, I—“

”Do it,” Freminet whispers, finding Itto’s hand on his sternum and squeezing his fingers as hard as he can. “Fuck me.”

And Itto does.

It’s far too much. Freminet is as sensitive as an open wound and Itto’s cock drags over his pleasure-engorged walls until his vision blurs and his feet kick out where they’re draped over Itto’s arms. Itto bounces him on his cock like a ragdoll and all Freminet can do is cry and take it.

He does cry, a lot. He can’t stop the hot tears that stream down his face but for once he doesn’t want to hide them behind his hands.

”I can come inside, right?” Itto asks urgently, after Freminet’s overstimulated aftershocks have circled back around to pleasure so intense it makes his toes curl.

”Yes,” Freminet urges, blindly reaching out for whatever he can grab. Lyney goes into his arms at once and lets Freminet clutch desperately at him while he falls apart on Itto’s cock.

”Good, ‘cause I’m about to—“

”One minute, Itto, just one minute,” Lyney says.

Itto curses but he listens to Lyney and slows his frantic thrusts down to a tortured grind.

”Dammit, this better be good.”

Lyney bats his lashes at Itto. “Don’t you want to feel him come again on your cock? I can tell he’s close.”

“W-Wait,” Freminet stammers, trying to push Lyney away. “I—I can’t—“

Lyney hums and kisses him sweetly on the mouth. “Trust your big brother, hmm? Your body can never lie to me, Nene.”

A warm hand curls around Freminet’s cock and he realises, with equal parts wonder, excitement and horror, that Lyney is absolutely right. He’s still so hard it hurts and leaking so much precum it makes the slide of Lyney’s palm easy, so easy, so hot and good and—

“Can’t,” he sobs even as he feels yet another climax rushing up to meet him from the inside. “I can’t, Lyney, I can’t.”

”Yeah, you can,” Itto rumbles at his back, nosing at his ear. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Let’s finish together, yeah?”

Freminet is actually afraid of what will happen, not only when he comes but when Itto does. It’s been so long since they started playing and Itto has been so patient—

“Freminet,” Lyney breathes against his slack mouth, flattening his palm to Freminet’s belly, “I swear, I can feel him inside you.”

With those words, Freminet is completely undone.

With a wail he comes one more time, his cock burning and his hole clenching hard. It’s just a pathetic dribble into Lyney’s hand but the sensation is no less intense, almost painful now as his body screams for respite.

”Freminet,” Itto groans, resuming using Freminet like a sex doll as he drags his limp body up and down his cock that is, impossibly, growing even thicker and harder, “Fremi, oh hell—“

He goes completely still as he finally comes, buried bruisingly deep and flooding Freminet’s overworked hole while he gasps against his freckled shoulder, fangs grazing skin.

”Oh, Archons,” Lyney says, his hand between Freminet’s legs. “You’re so full, it’s already leaking out.”

Itto groans and fucks in a final time and as the head of his cock batters Freminet’s abused prostate, Freminet screams and then—

Everything goes white.

Waking up is like surfacing from beneath the water. His hearing and vision take a minute to settle and until they do the world is muffled and smudged around him. All he knows is the warmth of skin against his own and the most complete satiety he has ever known.

He didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

”Welcome back to Teyvat,” Lyney says with a smile in his voice when Freminet finally blinks his eyes open.

Freminet realises he’s sprawled on top of Itto, one of the oni's arms loose around his shoulders. Lyney is nestled beneath Itto’s other arm, his face close to Freminet’s.

”Do you feel okay?”

Freminet isn’t sure he can speak and he’s certain he can’t move. He gives Lyney a tired smile and his brother’s eyes soften.

”You were incredible, you know. I’m so proud of you, Freminet.”

It seems an odd thing, to be proud of your brother for getting fucked by your boyfriend, but Freminet understands why Lyney would say it.

One of Itto’s hands slides down his back to fondle his ass and Freminet’s breath shudders out of him. He can still feel the phantom presence of them inside him and, almost deliriously, he thinks his body was changed forever by their sex. Their cocks have a permanent home inside him now; his ass won’t ever forget the shape of them. He’ll open up like a trapdoor any time they want him.

Going again tonight might genuinely kill him, but if they want to, he will.

Itto gently pulls his cheeks apart; Freminet can feel how soaking wet he is, still slowly leaking cum. He shudders and his soft dick gives an angry, painful twitch against Itto’s stomach. Itto’s fingertips play over his sore hole and Freminet lets out a tortured moan.

”Next time,” Itto murmurs into his hair, “I wanna fuck you open with my tongue.”

Mercifully, his hands retreat to Freminet’s back.

”N-Next time?” Freminet asks. It comes out as a squeak.

”If I didn’t scare ya off,” Itto says.

Beside him, Lyney looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

Freminet closes his eyes.

”You—want that?”

Itto carefully rolls them, letting Freminet down onto the rumpled, sweat-soaked sheets. Lyney crowds in behind him at once, all warmth against Freminet’s back. With Itto’s bulk in front of him, he’s completely shielded.

”Hell yeah, I do,” Itto says, hooking one long arm over both of them. “If you’re down.”

”I do, too,” Lyney says. He presses a lingering kiss to Freminet’s back. “Do you not understand how good this was? You have to know.”

Inside his head, Freminet struggles. Yes, it was amazing for him, but Lyney and Itto already have each other. Why would they possibly need—?

”You can be here every time,” Itto says, “if you want. We’ve talked about it, Lyney and me. I know what you guys do when I’m not around, so.”

”Will you?” Lyney breathes, holding Freminet tightly. “Be our boyfriend, Nene?”

Boyfriend. Not just someone they play with, but actually—with them.

”Yes,” Freminet says. It comes out as a whisper; he swallows, wets his lips and tries again. “Yes, I—I’d like that a lot.”

”Sweet,” Itto says. Freminet raises his eyes to see his cocky grin.

”Go run a bath already, you big idiot,” Lyney says, snuggling into Freminet more securely.

Itto jerks away with a hiss and Freminet thinks Lyney probably pinched him. He hides his smile against the pillow as, grumbling good-naturedly, Itto leaves the bed to do as he’s told.

When Freminet turns over in Lyney’s arms Lyney smiles and cradles his face. He kisses Freminet’s lips.

”I love you, you know.”

Freminet blushes hotly and keeps his eyes lowered.

”And Itto?”

”Hm, he’s okay.” The dismissive words are belied by the softness in Lyney’s voice.

Freminet’s head is swimming with exhaustion both physical and emotional. There are a thousand doubts and a hundred protests he wants to voice. Lyney shouldn’t want him. He and Itto don’t need Freminet to be happy. He won’t be a good boyfriend for so many reasons.

But, with Itto whistling in the en suite and the warmth of Lyney’s arms lulling him towards sleep, for once in his life Freminet opts to ignore it all.

Maybe he can be this happy, at least for a little while.