The sheets were already twisted around their legs, the room thick with heat and breath and the sound of skin against skin.
Keal was in the middle—completely, utterly. And he wanted it that way.
Liora was behind him now, her hands exploring the lines of his back, her lips hot against his nape. Rivan was beneath him, his chest rising in quick gasps, one leg wrapped around Keal's hips, his fingers tangled in Keal's hair.
"Don't stop," Rivan whispered, voice trembling. "Please don't stop."
"I'm not going anywhere," Keal growled, breath catching as Liora's mouth dragged down his spine. "You're mine—both of you. Every inch."
He thrust into Rivan with aching need, watching as his husband arched beneath him, moaning openly, eyes glazed over with pure surrender. Liora gripped Keal's waist, rocking with him from behind, her lips and teeth leaving marks along his back that burned in the most perfect way.
"God, Keal—" she gasped, "You feel so good between us."
Keal let out a low groan, head falling forward as his body pulsed with pleasure, caught in the feeling of them—all of them. Rivan's desperate moans, Liora's whispers against his skin, the heat of their bodies moving in sync.
It was madness.
It was love.
It was complete, reckless surrender.
Keal leaned down, crashing his lips to Rivan's, their kiss all tongue and teeth, sloppy and wet and real. Liora's hands slid around to his chest, holding him tight, grounding him as she matched their rhythm, her own soft moans breaking against his ear.
"Take us," she whispered, voice shaking. "Don't hold back."
Keal growled against Rivan's mouth. "I wasn't planning to."
He pounded harder now, deeper—until Rivan was crying out, hands gripping the sheets, and Liora was digging her nails into Keal's chest, whispering his name like a spell.
The air turned electric, every second heavier than the last.
And just as their bodies reached that edge—Keal's arms wrapped around both of them, pulling them in closer than ever—he kissed them both. First Liora, deep and dirty. Then Rivan, slow and reverent.
They shattered together.
Messy. Loud. Beautiful.
And when it was over—when they collapsed in a breathless tangle of limbs and sweat and whispered I-love-yous—Keal stayed in the middle, kissing their foreheads, rubbing lazy circles over their backs.
He had given them everything. And they had given it right back.
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The room was a haze of sweat, breath, and tangled limbs—but none of them were done. Not yet.
Keal had barely caught his breath before he shifted, turning slowly to face Liora, his hand gliding down her body like he was memorizing her all over again.
Her eyes met his—dark, needing, utterly open.
"Let me in," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
"I'm yours," she replied, her fingers brushing his jaw. "Take me."
He slid into her with a groan, the stretch familiar and perfect, like home. Liora's back arched instantly, mouth falling open as she gasped his name, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Keal leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as he rocked into her with slow, deep thrusts. "You feel like everything," he whispered. "Everything I missed… everything I love."
She whimpered, holding on to him tighter, her nails grazing down his back, but he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
And then—Rivan was behind him.
Still flushed, still breathing hard, but his hands were already sliding down Keal's back, trailing over the sweat-slicked skin with reverence. He leaned over, his chest pressing against Keal's spine, his mouth finding the crook of his neck.
"You're amazing like this," Rivan whispered, kissing down his shoulder blade. "Fucking beautiful."
Keal gasped, caught between them, buried in the woman he loved while wrapped in the heat of his husband's body. "Rivan…"
"I want you too," Rivan murmured, breath hot against his ear. "I need to feel you."
Keal's body shivered in anticipation. "Take me," he said. "I'm yours. Always."
Rivan moved carefully, lovingly, positioning himself as he pressed forward, inch by inch, until Keal let out a choked moan—overwhelmed by the sensation, the fullness, the emotion of having them both in every sense.
Sandwiched between them, Keal felt like he might come undone.
Liora beneath him, body clenching with every thrust. Rivan above him, slow and deep, holding him steady, his lips never leaving Keal's skin. They moved together in a rhythm that felt ancient—like their bodies had always known how to love this way.
Keal groaned, hands gripping the sheets on either side of Liora's head as he pushed into her, while Rivan pushed into him from behind—both of them driving Keal mad with need.
Their bodies were slick, moans spilling like music, their names whispered over and over like prayers.
Liora trembled beneath him, clutching his arms, tears welling in her eyes from how deeply she felt him. "I love you, Keal… I love you so much."
Keal kissed her, tongue deep and slow, as Rivan groaned above him. "He's perfect, isn't he?" he whispered to Liora.
She nodded, breathless. "So perfect."
Keal let himself go completely—into their love, their touch, their warmth.
And when they all reached their peak together, it was wild. Loud. Messy. Pure.
A tangle of bodies. A chorus of moans. A moment they'd never forget.
When it was over, they stayed exactly like that. Wrapped around each other. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
Keal in the middle—held by the people he loved most in the world.
And for the first time in months, maybe years…
He felt whole.