Keal had almost dozed off again, lulled by the warmth of their shared bodies, when he felt it—a slow drag of lips along the side of his neck.
He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open.
Rivan's mouth trailed just beneath his ear, slow and purposeful, teeth grazing skin like he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand had slipped beneath the sheets, fingers sliding along Keal's waist, exploring without urgency but with undeniable heat.
"You're not sleepy anymore," Keal murmured, breath catching.
Rivan's voice was a whisper, low and dark. "How can I be? You're here. You're warm. You're mine."
Liora stirred beside him, lifting her head, her eyes still soft with sleep but already glowing with curiosity. She watched them for a moment, the way Keal's lashes fluttered, the way Rivan's kisses grew bolder.
Her hand joined Rivan's beneath the sheets, her fingers brushing along Keal's stomach, drawing small patterns that made him shiver.
Keal sucked in a breath, caught between them again, but this time not in stillness—in fire.
"Guys…" he whispered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea.
"Shh," Liora soothed, her lips brushing his jaw. "Let us love you."
And then there was heat.
Rivan shifted closer, pressing Keal onto his back as his lips met his again, more open now, tongue sliding in with practiced hunger. Liora moved to straddle Keal's thigh, leaning over him to kiss his chest, her mouth hot and soft, her hands tracing down his ribs.
Keal's back arched slightly, overwhelmed in the best way—his heart pounding as their hands, their mouths, their bodies surrounded him.
Rivan kissed him like he was starving. Liora kissed him like she was painting him with reverence. Between their rhythm, Keal was breathless.
"You feel so good," he gasped as Liora's lips found his lower abdomen and Rivan's teeth gently tugged his bottom lip.
"You look so good," Rivan growled, pulling back just enough to let his eyes roam. "Completely wrecked already."
Liora chuckled low against his skin. "Not yet. But he will be."
Keal groaned, letting his head fall back into the pillow, completely undone by their devotion, their desire, their hands that knew him so well.
Their mouths alternated between claiming and worshipping him—Rivan's kisses turned rough, needy, possessive; Liora's touch, while softer, was no less intense, her love poured into every slow grind of her hips against his leg, every teasing flick of her tongue against his skin.
Their hands found each other under the covers, intertwining for a moment across Keal's body, anchoring him between them as his breathing quickened.
Rivan moved lower, lips dragging over Keal's chest. "Can I take him?" he asked Liora, his voice rasping.
Liora's smile was slow, sly. "He's yours. Just remember—he's mine too."
Keal could barely reply—his moans said everything.
And so, beneath the golden morning light and tangled sheets, their love turned carnal again—slow, deep, consuming. Each movement filled with longing and adoration, but laced now with the raw heat of morning hunger.
By the end, Keal was breathless, trembling, cradled in their arms as they kissed every inch of him that quivered.
Three hearts. One rhythm. No end.
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Keal lay still for a moment, catching his breath, flushed and dizzy with the fire they had lit inside him.
But then—something shifted.
His gaze turned darker, slower, filled with the kind of intensity that made both Liora and Rivan still beneath him.
He sat up slowly, muscles flexing, the sheet falling from his waist. His eyes landed on them both—Liora, flushed and breathing heavily, lips parted; Rivan, chest rising and falling quickly, eyes locked on Keal's face.
"You think I'm the one who needs spoiling?" Keal's voice was low, thick with desire. "You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment. Of having you both under me again."
Neither spoke—only watched him, transfixed.
Keal reached for Liora first, cupping her face gently, then dragging her into a kiss that stole every ounce of breath from her lungs. He kissed her like he was claiming her—like his lips had been starved for hers. She whimpered against him, melting under the pressure, gripping his arms as if he might vanish.
He didn't.
He deepened the kiss, hand sliding behind her neck, the other curling around her waist and pulling her atop him as he leaned back. She straddled him now, hands planted on his chest, and Keal kissed her until her head fell back, gasping.
"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered against her mouth. "Mine."
Then his eyes flicked to Rivan, and his hand reached out—commanding, firm. "Come here."
Rivan obeyed, crawling across the bed like gravity had changed direction. Keal pulled him close and kissed him just as fiercely—tongue deep, teeth grazing, fingers digging into his hips. Rivan groaned, his body folding into Keal's, helpless under the weight of that desire.
"Missed this mouth," Keal breathed against his lips, kissing down his jaw, nipping at his throat. "Missed the way you taste… the way you sound."
Rivan whimpered, the sound involuntary, already pliant in Keal's hands.
Keal pushed Liora gently to lie back, kissing her down until her head rested against the pillow, and then reached for Rivan, guiding him to lie on her other side. Both of them beneath him now—panting, needy, waiting.
"You've both spoiled me all night," he said, voice velvet over flame. "Now it's my turn."
He moved between them, pressing kisses—first to Liora's collarbone, then down her side. His fingers trailed over her stomach, drawing tiny circles as she arched into his touch.
Then he turned to Rivan, his mouth hot against his chest, his hand gripping his thigh as he kissed and licked lower, leaving nothing untouched.
Their breaths grew ragged, their bodies trembling under his hands.
"Look at you," he whispered, eyes flicking between them, lips glistening. "So perfect. So mine."
Then he kissed them again—one after the other—deeper, rougher, more urgent, until their hands were clawing at the sheets, pulling him closer, whispering his name between broken breaths.
Keal moved with confidence now—controlling, but gentle. Dominant, but loving. Every motion was laced with devotion. Every moan he pulled from them was answered with a kiss, a whisper, a promise.
By the time he finally let them breathe, they were undone—tangled beneath him, glowing, trembling, whispering his name like a prayer.
Keal smiled, leaning down to press one final kiss between them. "You're everything I fought for," he said softly. "Everything I'll keep choosing. Over and over."
And when they wrapped their arms around him, pulling him into their warmth again, it wasn't just about desire anymore.
It was home.
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