The bedroom was hushed and warm, lit only by the gentle flicker of a bedside lamp. The outside world had faded—no deadlines, no masks, no audience. Just the slow, rhythmic sound of breathing and the brush of skin on skin.
Keal lay in the center of the bed, bare to the quiet night, his chest rising and falling as his fingers curled into the sheets. His eyes were half-lidded, watching the two people who meant everything to him move with love, care, and desire across his body like sacred music.
Liora sat at his side, her legs tucked beneath her, golden hair falling forward like silk curtains as she pressed a kiss to his throat—soft, sweet, almost reverent. Her hands caressed the line of his collarbone, each motion feather-light, as if she were memorizing him with her fingertips. There was a certain tenderness to her touch, but fire burned just beneath it.
Rivan leaned over Keal from the other side, darker in presence, his gaze smoldering. His mouth met Keal's in a kiss that was deep and desperate, his hands firm as they roamed Keal's torso. Where Liora was silk and starlight, Rivan was storm and flame—both opposites, and both utterly his.
Keal let out a breathy moan as their mouths and hands moved in tandem. "Liora… Rivan…" he whispered, his voice hoarse with want. "This feels like a dream."
"You're not dreaming," Liora murmured, her lips brushing his chest. "You're ours."
"Always were," Rivan added, his lips ghosting over Keal's jaw before he pressed another fervent kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Their hands met over Keal's heart, and he looked at the two of them—so different, yet perfectly balanced—and felt his soul tremble.
"I don't want to be without either of you," Keal said, voice cracking. "I need both of you."
"You'll never be without us," Liora replied gently. "Not for a second."
Rivan nodded, pressing his forehead to Keal's temple. "We're yours, Keal. All of us. Every breath, every touch."
They continued slowly, like waves lapping against the shore—Liora's lips trailing down his abdomen while Rivan kissed him senseless, possessive and protective. Keal arched into every touch, body alive with heat and the overwhelming swell of emotion. He was wrapped in both of them, their scents, their breath, their love—until the lines between them all blurred.
Liora took his hand and kissed each knuckle, her voice a whisper. "You hold us together."
"And you drive us wild," Rivan added with a smirk, though his voice was thick with tenderness.
Keal could only nod, eyes glossy with feeling. "Then don't stop. Don't let go."
They didn't.
They loved him—slow and passionate, steady and wild. Keal lost track of time, of where one kiss ended and the next began. Their bodies tangled, their hearts beat in rhythm, and they moved as one.
When it was over, they collapsed together in the warmth of the sheets—Keal in the middle, Liora curled against his chest, Rivan wrapped around his back like armor.
Keal pressed a kiss to Liora's hair, his fingers brushing Rivan's wrist.
"I love you both," he murmured sleepily.
Liora smiled against his skin. "We know. And we love you more than anything."
Rivan's voice came softly behind him, low and full of promise. "Tomorrow, the world can try and take you—but tonight, you're ours. Entirely."
Keal smiled into the silence. For the first time in a long time, he felt complete.
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The silence in the room wasn't hollow. It pulsed with life, heavy with warmth, and held the echo of laughter, kisses, and whispered names. It was the kind of stillness that came after the storm—the kind where hearts beat loudest in the quiet.
Keal lay between them, breath slow, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. His skin still tingled with every place they had touched, every kiss they had pressed to his body like a benediction. He didn't move. He didn't need to. He was wrapped in love—body, soul, and everything in between.
Liora was curled into his right side, her leg draped over his, hand splayed over his heart like she was keeping it steady with her touch. She moved her fingers in lazy, slow circles against his skin, so light it tickled. Her lips brushed his jaw when she spoke.
"You okay?" she whispered, as if even sound could disturb the peace they'd created.
Keal didn't open his eyes, just let the words sink into him. "Better than okay. I don't even have words."
Behind him, Rivan shifted slightly, arms tightening around Keal's waist, his chest pressed flush against his back like armor. "You're too warm now," he grumbled, voice lower than usual, still coated in sleep and satisfaction.
Keal gave a soft, breathy laugh. "You're the one holding me like a blanket."
Rivan's voice rumbled again, closer to his ear now. "Can't help it. You're mine. Ours. Not letting go anytime soon."
Liora smirked, lips still near Keal's cheek. "He spent every night clinging to your hoodie while you were away last month. It barely left the bed."
"Liora," Rivan groaned, a note of warning—and embarrassment.
"What? It was adorable," she teased. "He got sulky if the scent faded."
Keal finally cracked one eye open, turning slightly so he could see Rivan's faint blush in the dim light. "You really did that?"
"Shut up," Rivan muttered—but his grip on Keal didn't loosen.
Keal twisted in his arms, facing him now. He reached out, brushing a thumb across Rivan's cheek. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
Rivan stared at him for a moment, lips parted, before slowly leaning in. This kiss was soft—nothing like before. No fire, no urgency. Just reverence. Promise. A slow surrender to everything unspoken.
Liora's hand glided up Keal's chest, tracing each breath. She nestled closer, her presence like sun-warmed silk, her lips brushing the space behind his ear.
"You're glowing," she whispered. "Like the moon's jealous."
"I'm not glowing," Keal murmured. "Just… whole."
Rivan pressed their foreheads together. "You make us feel whole too."
They stayed like that—Keal in the center, cocooned by everything he loved. Liora's fingers tangled with his, Rivan's arms around his middle like a vow. It wasn't just their bodies that were intertwined now—it was everything.
Keal turned his head to Liora, brushing a kiss to her lips—gentle, steady. She responded like a sigh, fingers tightening briefly on his chest, like she didn't want to let go of the moment.
"I love you," Rivan said first, voice quiet but fierce.
Liora echoed, softer. "I love you."
Keal didn't need to think. He pulled them both closer and whispered, "I love you both."
Outside, the night continued. But here, in this bed, under tangled sheets and hearts that beat in time, there was no need for time. No ache. No pretending.
Just them.
And when sleep finally found them, it did so softly—like a lullaby only the three of them could hear.