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Year 3 - Early-Fall, 3 Days Before the Stardew Valley Fair

Elliott trailed his fingers through Sebastian's hair, reclining on the corded lounge chair in Robin's back yard. He was wearing a soft linen shirt and one of the rabbit-wool vests that Emily had made from Milo's fiber last winter, hand dyed in a lovely shade of green that matched his eyes, unbuttoned and hanging attractively from his shoulders. He also had on his favorite pair of dark brown slacks, and his walking boots were sitting on the ground in a pair at the end of the lounger with his morning coat folded on top of them, while his wool socks were on his feet. It was still a little warm these days, so he wasn't ready to switch to his wool coat, but chilly enough to start wearing layers.

Sebastian was sitting in front of him wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft sleep pants, sitting on a picnic blanket on the ground and bracing his glass water pipe between his bare feet, holding the bowl in three fingers and filling it from his grinder with a tiny spoon. There were ice cubes just inside the neck, and several inches of glass tubing swirled around inside the chamber to cool the smoke on its way through the water and up to the mouth. At his side was a bag of grocery store popcorn and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries that Elliott had provided. He'd also left a second box in the kitchen for the others in the house, since Elliott was going to demolish these ones once they were stoned.

"Do you think, if I sit perfectly still, a resplendent butterfly would bless my nose with a landing?" Elliott asked, keeping his eyes closed and basking in the warmth of the sunshine.

Sebastian snickered at him.

"It's September , Elliott," he said. "There's no butterflies right now. They're all hibernating or they're down south for the winter. Go to Ginger Island if you want butterflies."

Elliott pouted.

"But I look so enchanting," he murmured, reaching out and trailing his fingers in the back of Sebastian's hair. "Look at how cute I am, Sebastian. Go and wake them up so they can land on me."

Sebastian laughed.

"Are you sure you want any of this weed? Because it sounds like you're in space and we haven't even smoked yet."

"Don't be silly, I hiked all the way up here specifically to smoke with you," Elliott said, stretching luxuriously and turning his face to feel the sunshine on the other cheek. "What time is it?"

Sebastian looked over at his phone and tapped the screen to wake it up.

"Twenty minutes to five," Sebastian said, flicking his lighter and taking a hit. Elliott sat up and took the bong as Sebastian held it up for him afterwards.

"And Sam should be done with his meeting at five?"

Sebastian nodded, holding his breath a moment longer before exhaling a plume of blue smoke into the trees above them.

"Yeah, then Kent is taking him to pick up his meds and they're taking the train back. They should get to our station about six-thirty and then they're gonna split up when they get to the house."

"And we're waiting here so that Kent has plausible deniability because he won't see the three of us leave together? And this will magically make him not tell Jodi anything?"

"Correct. Kent will see you with me, he will not see you with Sam, and he will not mention it to Jodi."

Elliott pouted, tucking the bottom foot of the glassware between his knees.

"I thought Jodi liked me," he said, holding out his hand for the lighter. "Milo said she asked how I was doing during dinner last weekend."

Sebastian looked up at him and nodded, passing it over to him.

"She does like you, but she asked Milo how you were doing. She has no idea that you're screwing Sammy and I, and Jodi starts to spiral if she sits down and thinks about the fact that Sam has sex at all , let alone that it might be kinky, or have multiple people involved. She saw some teeth marks on his neck one time and looked like she was about to have a breakdown. I'm all scary and goth but she's known me for years , she knows that I'm just a socially awkward weirdo with issues, so she can accept that as a style thing and not a personality, but you're ten years older than us and all huge and your accent is exotic and your whole aesthetic is, like, dripping with sex and debauchery.

"Add 'Sammy is in a relationship with two guys at once' on top of that and she just sees her little boy standing under a big ass neon sign that says 'my daddy issues are bad enough to put me in therapy.' She thinks that means she did something wrong, so she wants to fix it. Not to mention the fact that 'daddy issues' doesn't even breathe the same air as 'fuck me in public so we can get caught,' which is way farther away from 'I want you to stab me for real while you fuck me.'"

Elliott's eyebrows raised up.

"He wants you to stab him?"

Sebastian bobbed his head.

"Yuuuup. Blood play isn't enough for Sammy, and he's got a major boner for a good old homoerotic stabbing. I'm still figuring that one out. Definitely gonna be a brain fuck, though. Doc Harvey put a hard kibosh on figuring out a safe place to stab. I told Sammy that he would, but he's Sammy , so he still wanted to get the lecture anyway. It was a pretty cool lecture, though. Doc drew us a bunch of diagrams of all of the blood vessels and nerves and showed us pictures from his anatomy books. Even if there's no organs in the way, it's hella easy to bleed out or just fuck up your nerves and have chronic pain for the rest of your life. Turns out getting stabbed is super bad for you."

Elliott laughed, sparking the lighter.

"Yes, I'd imagine so. And he still wants the brain fuck?"

Sebastian nodded.

"He would let me stab him for real if he thought I would do it voluntarily. I gotta find out how to make it real enough without actually doing it. Let me know if you have any ideas, because I think it would take both of us to distract him enough to believe it."

Elliott pressed his lips to the bong and inhaled deeply, and then both of them looked up towards the house as Robin's voice carried from the workshop.

"Sebbyyyyy? Is it your turn to make dinner?" she called.

Sebastian hesitated.

"...Nnnno? I think?" he called. He looked over at Elliott as he leaned forward and reached for his phone. "What day is it?"

"The fifteenth," he said, letting the smoke escape before he blew it out. "Wednesday."

"I thought we were eating with Milo this week," Sebastian called, checking his calendar. "I was gonna take off when Sam gets home."

Robin came out of the back door and looked around for them, then walked over to join them under the tree. She leered at Sebastian and put her hands on her hips.

"You do your chores?" she asked.

Sebastian nodded and Elliott held onto the water pipe while she questioned her son, for diplomacy's sake.

"Yes. I changed the oil in your jeep, turned the compost and mulched the flower beds, and I ran the dishes last night, so it's Maru's turn tonight," he said.

Robin pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes on him.

"Did you soak up the oil on the concrete from your engine leak last week?"

Sebastian grimaced.

"I put the cat litter on it, but I didn't sweep it up, yet."

"You move that box of books out of the stairwell like Dem asked you to?"

Sebastian nodded.

"They're in my closet. Don't have enough brain to sort them, but they're out of the way."

Robin narrowed her eyes even more.

"You move that autoclave out of the garage so I don't have to almost trip over your 'minifridge' when I go looking for my chisels?"

Sebastian shrugged innocently.

"Autoclave? That sounds way too big for me to have stolen out of the storage unit. It must have been some dudes breaking into the shed looking for scrap," Sebastian said, pursing his lips to match the serious face she was making.

Robin rolled her eyes, planting her hand on top of his head and scruffing his hair aggressively. Sebastian squirmed away and pouted, reaching up to run his fingers through the length and fix it.

"Is it gone?" Robin asked.

Sebastian nodded, flicking his head to toss his hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, we took it down to Elliott's on the quad on Sunday night. Thanks for covering for me. Sorry it took so long."

Robin looked over at Elliott and her eyes softened as she smiled in greeting before she put her 'mum' face back on and looked back at Sebastian.

"If Dem starts to think you took it, I never saw anything. I am not a safe port in the storm when it comes to a fourteen thousand dollar autoclave."

"I admit nothing and there is no proof unless Maru decides that she's a narc."

"Maru's not a narc," Robin said, chuckling. "She helped you get it out of the shed, so it would be just as bad for her."

"Maru's not a narc," Sebastian agreed, nodding. "It was definitely some guys in the woods who took it for scrap. Didn't even know what it was, probably thought it was some kinda fancy barbecue smoker."

"Without breaking any locks and taking anything else in the storage shed?" she mused.

Sebastian nodded.

"Craziest shit ever, right?" he agreed. "They must be the ones that broke into Milo's mining chest and took the copper but left the iridium scrap that one time. It's good that the insurance covered it, that's a really expensive piece of equipment."

Robin playfully thunked her knuckles down on her son's head and he snickered at her.

"You can't use Milo's ore actually getting stolen for your autoclave story."

Sebastian shrugged.

"And your husband can't prove it was me. They weren't even using it."

Robin shook her head and put her hands on her hips, but let the subject drop.

"Milo's in Zuzu all day at some kind of wine label design meeting for the Fair this year, so he had to cancel dinner. He called us on Monday to let us know, remember? He said he'd cover Friday instead and I asked you and Maru to figure out who was cooking tonight. She's still at the library, so I figured it was your turn. I left a note on your door to remind you and everything."

"Dammit," Sebastian groaned, his head falling forward. "I forgot to put it in my phone. We're waiting for Sam to get home so we can walk down to the river and meet up with Leah. She's foraging or something and asked for help since she has to get ready for the fair."

Robin cocked her head to the side.

"Are you already toasted?"

Sebastian pouted and shook his head.

"No, just one hit," he sighed. "I can cook something for you guys before I leave. Just gonna have stoned Elliott puttering around in the kitchen with me. I dunno if your husband will find that indecent or something."

The corner of Robin's mouth turned up and she put her hands back on her hips.

" Bro , you and Sam were both half-naked and covered in hickeys and bite marks, that's not the same."

Sebastian frowned at her.

"He didn't have to be such a dick about it while I was in the middle of making him chicken and pesto," Sebastian grumbled. "He walks around in his boxers in the morning all the time. We had pants on and nobody was home when we started cooking. He's the one who came home early and didn't use the front door like he always does. We had shirts, he just didn't give us time to put them on."

Robin sighed, nodding as if she had already had this discussion with both parties multiple times.

"Did he apologize? He promised he would."

Sebastian pursed his lips and looked down, nodding.

"Yeah," he said, begrudgingly.

"Good. And are we going to wear the shirts while we make dinner instead of leaving them on the dining table?"

Sebastian rubbed his face.

" Yes . I'm not six," he grumbled. "You don't have to act like my first grade teacher."

Robin bumped his knee with her boot.

"There's pasta dough in the fridge. I'll make veggie lasagna tonight. You can have the week off if you promise to haul everything down the mountain for me before the fair on Saturday."

Sebastian's eyes lit up, and then they narrowed on her.

"Like… as a punishment? Can I use the quad, or…?"

Robin laughed.

"No, Polliwog, it's not a punishment. I just don't wanna haul all that shit down the mountain more than I mind covering you for dinner. Since it sounds like it's just gonna be Dem and I, I'll make a lasagna big enough to have leftovers, then I don't have to cook tomorrow. That'll put us on Milo's day, and then the cycle is all caught up again back to normal. Definitely use the trailer on the quad, just get everything down there in time. Setup's gotta be done by eight. Say I'll meet you down there at seven thirty to finalize? It would take about three trips with the trailer."

"Fuck yeah! Deal," Sebastian said, holding up his hand. Robin grasped it and waved both of their arms around like one big noodle. She laughed at him and let go, and Sebastian nodded his head towards Elliott with the bong in his hands. "You want a hit so you can zone out and listen to music while you roll out pasta sheets?"

Robin looked over at Elliott as he held up the glassware and the lighter and she chuckled, shaking her head.

"I'm good for now, I gotta cut lumber tonight. Definitely after the festival, though, at Milo's after-party. I'm gonna go get that pasta dough out of the fridge. Want me to save you a plate for brunch tomorrow? You're at Jodi's for dinner, right?"

"Yes, and yes, pleeeeeease," Sebastian said, reaching for the bong from Elliott.

"I'll put it in the fridge for you," Robin said. "Are you coming home tonight?"

Sebastian hesitated and then looked questioningly over at Elliott.

"Can I… stay at your place tonight?" he asked, biting his lip.

Elliott's eyebrows raised in surprise, and he felt his heart sputter in his chest.

They hadn't slept together before. Sam and Sebastian had both visited him many times, very late at night, and there had been one delicious encounter in Sebastian's room in the basement that had ended in a lovely nap together. Elliott wasn't sure if Robin was aware of it or not, since she'd been at her aerobics class when Sam and Sebastian had pulled him inside by his waistband. 

But they'd never slept with him before. Not overnight.

"I… suppose that would be alright," Elliott said.

"You can say no," Sebastian said, shrugging and looking down. There was almost a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "But it would be easier to walk to the beach from Leah's than all the way up here."

"No! Er– I mean, yes!" Elliott corrected, clearing his throat and nodding, feeling his pulse in his ears. "You can stay at mine tonight."

Sebastian smiled softly and secretly at him and then he looked back up at his mother, his voice back to the easy conversation they'd been having a moment ago.

"I can sweep up the garage before I go if you need it done right away, but I meant to leave it until tomorrow when I got home."

Robin made a claw with her fingers on top of his head and scratched playfully at his scalp.

"No rush. Just please make sure it's done before we set up for the load-out for Saturday. El, are you coming to dinner at Milo's on Friday? Sammy's probably gonna come, and I assume Harvey will be there. I'm bringin' sides, and Maru's makin' cookies. I can always add another leaf to Milo's table and add more seats."

Elliott reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a little deeper. Weeks ago, Robin had talked him down from his nerves about their friendship when it came to his new relationship with her son, but it still felt odd, having been her friend first. For three weeks in a row now, he was at her home two-to-three times a week, visiting her son or collecting him to go somewhere else. He hardly ever saw her during those visits, except for moments like this one. Awkward, stilted little moments where he usually tried to avoid calling attention to himself.

"Leah and I have a date to finish her inventory for the sales table, I'm afraid. I'll be attending the after-party on the farm, though. I brought chocolate covered strawberries for you and yours tonight. I left them in the fridge."

"Fuck, yeah," Robin said, chuckling and putting her hands in her pockets as a breeze chilled the three of them. "And you were so worried you wouldn't know how to have a boyfriend who lived with his parents. I gotta go hide some of those for Maru before Dem finds them," she said, sticking her tongue out at Elliott. He smiled weakly at her and Robin reached out and bumped Sebastian's knee with her boot again. "Come say goodbye before you leave, Nerd," she said, chuckling. "I'll be inside. Love youuuuuu."

"Love you, toooo," Sebastian said, bending his head to finally take his second draw from the large pipe. He watched her leave through his eyelashes as he pulled out the bowl and cleared the chamber of smoke, blowing it out slowly before offering the glass back to Elliott.

Elliott took it and glanced over at him, still glowing pink. He felt breathless, his heart hammering in his chest as he fumbled through the first onset of haze from the smoke.

"You said that bit about sweeping the garage tomorrow like it was your intention all along," Elliott said carefully, studying him. Sebastian grimaced.

"I'm sorry. I… I didn't want to spring it on you like that," he said, biting his lip. "I wanted to wait for Sam to get here before we brought it up to make sure that you saw that he was okay with it. He can't spend the night because he promised his mom he would clean the living room, so… it'll just be you and me. If that's still okay."

Elliott nodded his head, not looking at Sebastian so that he wouldn't be in charge of a glass sculpture and having feelings at the same time. He took his hit, and once Sebastian took back the bong and he released his held breath, Elliott moved his hair out of his face and looked up at him, wrapping his hands around the edge of the lounge chair on either side of his knees.

"I didn't realize that we were… there," Elliott said softly, trying to interpret Sebastian's reaction so that he knew how to proceed, so that he could rein in the impulse to throw himself at him and bury his hands in his hair and moan his name into his mouth. "I didn't know that we had gotten to overnights, let alone… one-on-one overnights. The two of you have never… You've talked about it, of course, but always in the future tense, like it was some as yet unagreed upon time. I assumed there would be a discussion between us. Have you already discussed it with Sam? You seem to know that he's fine with it?"

Sebastian turned his face towards him, flicking his head again to toss his hair fin out of his eyes.

"No, not really," Sebastian said. "We haven't talked about it, specifically. It's not, like… it's no big deal, he'll be fine with it. I just… like you." he said, shrugging and looking down again. Elliott could see the barest trace of pink across the bridge of his nose again, like when he'd asked in the first place. "We don't have to have sex or anything. We probably will. We tend to do that whenever any of the three of us are alone together. I don't mind sleeping on the couch, though, if this is too soon for you. I can crash at Sam's and help him clean instead so we can get to bed faster. I don't want you to overthink anything. You're right. We should have talked about it first. I'm sorry. This was a dumb idea. I'll just stay at Sam's."

Elliott scoffed, scandalized by the very notion.

"I've fucked you with my tongue before, Sebastian. I'm not putting you on the bloody sofa, you're sleeping in the bed with me, and that's final," Elliott huffed. "I'm not a fucking animal. I'm not going to dignify the rest with a response, don't be ridiculous."

Sebastian smiled at Elliott, grabbing his tamper tool and stirring up the contents of the bowl to move the unburned sections to the center.

"Cool," he said, and his voice seemed more relieved that he behaved. Elliott tried not to project his own feelings onto Sebastian, but he couldn't help but hope that he was trying to look calm, and was actually screaming with terrified delight on the inside, the way that Elliott was. "I kinda wanted to cuddle and stuff in your bed. That nap we took the other day was really cozy. The way you just, like… fit around me. It felt really nice."

Elliott felt those words like a branding iron, searing Sebastian's name into his heart. He moved his hair back behind his ear and cleared his throat of the tightness that was clenching in his chest.

"Sebastian, I…" Elliott bit his words back, only barely managing to hold his tongue, "... like you, too, Darling."

Sebastian snickered, though his voice was also tight.

"That's super obvious. You're not subtle."

Elliott rubbed his chest, feeling his heart slam into his ribcage as he tried not to let his thoughts run off ahead of them. He was quickly settling into being quite stoned and he wanted to go back to being cozy before he became broody and needy. He wanted to think that the sound of Sebastian's voice implied that he, too, was less than subtle with his feelings, but Elliott was unable to trust his own judgment when he was like this.

"I would like to make love to you tonight," Elliott said. "I just don't know if that's allowed without Sam being there. I don't want to violate anyone's feelings, you're both very special to me."

Sebastian shook his head.

"It's not like that, but I know we haven't really talked about it before, so you can ask him about it when we meet up if that makes you feel better. I'll need a shower before you fuck me, though, since we're doing so much hiking today."

Elliott scrunched his nose at him.

"We can take a shower because of the hike, but I have a prostate, too, thank you very much," he huffed. "I've been doing an awful lot of topping, and, frankly, I think it's time one of you put in a little effort, as well."

Sebastian laughed in surprise.

"Dude, fuck yes. I'll totally top you. Sammy's gonna be so jealous. I've never fucked a guy as tall as you, though, you'll have to help me out a little. Your torso is way longer than mine. I feel like I'm talking to your tits sometimes as it is."

Elliott nodded, feeling giddy at the thought. He hadn't bottomed in years . He didn't know why, but he also hadn't been expecting Sebastian to say yes so quickly. Sebastian topped Sam all the time, surely it wasn't much different. Still, Elliott felt excitement running in his veins as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He looked down at Sebastian on the ground beside him.

"Did I tell you my tests have all come back negative?" Elliott asked, smiling. "I have the paperwork on my table at home for the two of you to look over. If it's alright, we can… take advantage of that information."

Sebastian looked sideways at him and giggled.

"Sammy's gonna be so fucking jealous," he repeated, wiggling in his spot as he reset the bowl in the stem of his bong. "Seriously, though, let me know if you have ideas about him and the stabbing thing," he said. "It's been months and all I can think of is one of those collapsible prop knives, but I think it wouldn't hurt enough for him. It's kinda hack-y, like I think it would take him out of it."

Elliott hummed, stretching his long legs out in front of him and pursing his lips in thought.

"Do you know what he's looking for? Is it the sensation? Fear? Trust?"

Sebastian nodded, humming before he took another hit and handed the glassware back to Elliott.

He blew out his lungful of smoke and leaned back on his hands.

"All of the above," he said, drumming his fingers on the ground behind him. "Talking is gonna have to be a big part of it. Getting him in the right headspace to trick himself into feeling stabbed. We gotta sensitize him a bunch, too, probably, so that whatever we use is so painful that his forebrain doesn't wake up enough to realize it's fake."

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"I have a sensory deprivation hood that may help get him in the right headspace. He won't be able to hear us very well, but we can use it as an appetizer while we get ready, and then take it off once we want to start," Elliott said, nodding.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

"You're just… casually keeping that around? When's the last time you put someone in it?"

Elliott laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Elliott said, waving his hand and the lighter through the air beside him. "I thought I was talking to the man who smuggled an autoclave into my home last weekend so that his stepfather wouldn't find out that he'd stolen it out of the shed. The man who medically sanitizes his sex toys instead of just washing them like the rest of us."

Elliott sparked the lighter and took his last hit, burning the remaining contents of the bowl to ash. He held his smoke for a moment as he passed the bong back to Sebastian, and then slid off of the lounge chair and sat beside him on the blanket. He exhaled above his head and up into the trees before reaching over to trail his fingers down Sebastian's back, tickling him enough that he arched away on reflex.

Sebastian snickered at Elliott as he turned his face back towards him.

"That's fair," Sebastian allowed,"but I also get blood all over my sex toys on a semi-regular basis, so what's your excuse?"

Elliott chuckled at him.

"Revenge, obviously. My parents have been using their money as a balm for our lack of a rapport since I started secondary school. While I was in university, after I'd paid for my expenses, I liked to use the extra money on funding my depraved sexual interests, as my own private little 'fuck you' at their expense. Now I'm making my own money, but they still send me theirs in lieu of a relationship, and so I'll have even more money to put towards my specifically deranged brand of pleasure once my home is finished. I've been collecting kinky playthings for fifteen years, and now that I have the room, I can start on furniture, as well. I will have my sex dungeon, and you and Sam are going to have keys to it."

"So you use any of it, though? Is it clean?"

"Of course, Darling, my collection is very expensive, of course I'm going to keep it clean. I think the last person to wear my sensory hood was Leah, during a rope demo for Emily and Milo, and I washed it after. Everything in my trunk gets wiped down and completely cleansed at least once a year, and most of it hasn't been used by anyone but me, myself, and I got the last two years. Before that, probably Leah and Shane saw it the most, plus a handful of encounters with Sportsball Fuckhead, but four months isn't very long to explore what I have in that trunk, so we didn't get very far. Thankfully we mostly used rope, and I burned most of that after the whole affair and replaced it. I also burned a very nice set of leather bindings that he liked, but Milo replaced them for me, and he got them in a much sexier shade of red."

Sebastian giggled, licking his lips and looking sideways at Elliott as he leaned forward and set the bong on the side table next to the lounge chair.

"What else do you have?" Sebastian asked, arranging the pipe, his lighter, and his grinder so that they were safely away from the edge of the little table.

Elliott hummed in thought, flicking his gaze down the line of Sebastian's back beside him.

"I have a lovely face harness that I like to use as a muzzle. It's similar to the hood, but without the ear and eye coverings. It's quite easy to breathe, if a little oppressive. Especially when you're all worked up."

Sebastian snickered.

"A muzzle and a sensory hood? Are you into puppy play? Because I feel like that should have come up years ago during the kink chats around the bonfire, but this is the first I'm hearing of it."

Elliott smirked at him.

"To-may-to, to-mah-to," Elliott said. "Domination is as domination does, Dearheart. My sub is my sovereign, and whatever makes them aroused, stimulated, or humiliated enough to come is what I'm going to do to them. Sometimes that means degrading them by putting a dog mask on them and binding their arms and legs so they have to crawl around on their elbows and knees and start begging."

Sebastian's lips parted as he looked down at the blanket they were sitting on, and Elliott chuckled at him.

"That sounds really hot." Sebastian smirked a little, still blushing as he continued. "I wanna see what you have, though. Dunno why you haven't told us about your stash yet."

Elliott shrugged.

"We haven't used much in the way of accessories for our encounters so far, and you've brought any items that you were particularly interested in playing with, so I haven't mentioned it. Would you like to explore my collection tonight? I keep it in a trunk under my bed. I haven't opened it for a proper playtime in years. I only visit it to condition the leather and to occasionally get myself off. Is there a particular direction you're curious about for this knife scene with your beloved?"

Elliott reached up and tugged gently in Sebastian's hair until he tilted his head back, and Sebastian smiled at him, his eyelids heavy.

"Sam and I like puppy play," he said, blushing, "so I have masks that are already broken in to fit us. Sam usually wears his over a ball gag. He isn't really able to see much over the nose of it, and he could still look into our eyes. If he can't see what we're doing, it'll be easier to confuse him with the pain."

Elliott chuckled.

"I have two rather wolfish looking masks. He won't be familiar with them like he is yours, so it'll add a little bit of tension to help him along. We could put his mask on him, still, and we'll wear mine. Our pretty little pup, thrown to the wolves."

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully.

"That sounds really hot, but I think we shouldn't wear masks for the knife scene. I don't want to be distracted from paying attention to him in case he gets overstimulated and can't take it anymore."

Elliott nodded.

"That's reasonable. And yes, it would be quite sexy. We'll have to devour our little pup some other time."

Sebastian bit his lip, nodding.

"Do you… wanna use some of this stuff on me tonight?" Sebastian asked. "Am I dominating you or am I gonna be the king of the subs tonight? Service top all the way?"

Elliott chuckled, running his long fingers down Sebastian's spine.

"You're already my king, Darling, but I could make you feel it if you'd like to take the time. Your legs would look stunning in my leather binders, and I have a few different colors of collars. I like them to match the ambiance I'm going for, but you could pick one out to be just yours. The red one would look lovely against your skin, or perhaps the white one, so that your blush really stands out when you're reaching your plateau. Mm, and a matching length of hemp tied around an anal hook that's looped in under the collar so that you have to keep your head tilted just so while you thrust your hungry prick into me. We'll loop it around your chest to bite into your skin at the same time. You'd look fucking beautiful like that." Elliott pinched Sebastian's hip and he hissed, arching away from Elliott and grunting. Then Sebastian bit his lip, the color rising on his cheeks as his eyelids drooped, no doubt imagining the particulars of Elliott's suggestion. Elliott laughed huskily. "Another time, perhaps, when I'm feeling more sadistic. My intention with my toys was to decide what to use on our sweet boy to assist him with his violent fantasies. I meant to let you rifle around in my things and perhaps help you find some inspiration. We can do whatever you'd like when we make love tonight, but I intended to get a feel for the dynamic of the moment when we were ready to begin and go from there."

Sebastian leaned backwards into the pressure of Elliott's fingers on his shoulders, his eyes drifting shut.

"If we put him in the puppy mask we can work him up the knife and then switch it out for whatever we're actually gonna use without him seeing."

Elliott hummed.

"As long as we can look into his eyes, I think we can sell it. Surely that makes for the best homoerotic stabbing scene? We've got to look at him like the knife is our prick and we're fucking him with it. We can sensitize him first so that he feels the pain more than anything specific about what we're using on him."

Sebastian blew out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at his scalp to ground himself through the haze of his high.

"So what do you wanna use? I'm not letting you push your blunt knife into his skin like that. The point is too steep and the blade is too thin, it's too easy to actually stab him. I'm not touching him with anything that'll actually go through his skin, not when he won't know what's too far until it's too late, but that means I have no ideas for what I can use."

Elliott nodded, resting his hand on the back of Sebastian's neck and rubbing his thumb into the knots in his shoulders from sitting at his desk all morning.

"I haven't decided yet. Whatever we choose to use on him can be waiting for us in the cabin. We'll start him in my house, touching him, and kissing him, and then we'll put a robe on him and walk him barefoot and mostly naked over to the cabin. Then we can get him dressed, we'll dump a few buckets of ice water over his head to cool him down, and then slap him for a while with my vampire glove. Make a lovely little raw spot for us to torment him with on his abdomen."

Sebastian whistled.

"On his stomach?"

"Mostly in one spot, I think, to limit the damage, but, yes, I think his stomach would be the sexiest area to focus on." Elliott stroked the back of Sebastian's head, swirling his fingers to tangle them into his hair. "Normally I would use a posture collar to prevent him from being able to look too closely at his abdomen, but if he's in the dog mask, we could just stay up close and personal so that he can't see over the nose. He could probably see the gist of what was going on, but he wouldn't be able to see all the way to his stomach. If we had a dull enough knife we could put isopropyl on the blade and we could push it into his skin so that he feels the pressure and the burn will last long enough that he won't be able to feel specifics."

Sebastian sucked in a breath at the thought, and then he giggled.

"That sounds painful as fuck."

Elliott nodded.

"We'll both have to watch him very carefully, of course, between the cold and the intensity of the pain. We should have blankets and a shower ready when we're done. I can carry him up the back path to the house for aftercare. We'll need to check with him ahead of time if he still wants us to fuck him if he drops into subspace, or if we're going to stop at stabbing him."

"He's going to," Sebastian said, nodding. "Drop into subspace, I mean. He'd probably want us to keep going, too. Usually he gets super horny, but you're right, this is gonna be a lot , he might change his mind once he hears the plan. We might be able to keep him grounded with the cold water, though. We should make sure he isn't held up much, either. Let him feel his own feet under him, at least. We're gonna be close to him anyway, so we can catch him if he gets dizzy. What do we use , though? I can't think of anything safe enough to shove into his skin like that."

Elliott suddenly sat up and pulled out his phone.

"My best lesbian is a wood sculptor," he muttered to himself as he tapped on Leah's number on his contact list.

"What?" Sebastian said, frowning at him. "The fuck does that even mean?"

Elliott turned on the speaker phone as his home started ringing and Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Elliott reached around behind him and caressed his hip, smiling down at him.

"You had better not be canceling on me," Leah said as soon as she picked up, out of breath. "This is my last chance to go hiking before the fair is over."

"Of course not," Elliott huffed. "You're on speaker."

"Oh, great  there's an audience for all of my cursing at my tools," she sighed. "Great."

"It's jus' me," Sebastian said, looking curiously up at Elliott. "We're still up at my place. Sam's not back yet."

"Beloved," Elliott cooed at Leah, petting Sebastian's flank as he spoke. "You asked what you could make me in exchange for helping you this weekend," Elliott said.

Leah snorted.

"You're stoned," she said, chuckling. "I can hear it in your voice."

"That is entirely beside the point," Elliott said, pouting.

"Is sober Elliott gonna be disappointed that stoned Elliott asked for some weird fucking statue this time? I'm not remaking whatever you're about to ask me for."

Elliott rolled his eyes and Sebastian raised both of his eyebrows at him.

"That was one time, and I'm rather fond of my slutty duck, now that I've gotten to know her. She lives on my writing desk and she's a lovely muse. But, no, I need a knife , Darling. A wooden one, good for scratching at the right angle but not cutting. Not even piercing. And it's for me , so it needs to be pretty ."

The sound of Leah setting down her chisels on her desk floated up from Elliot's phone, followed by the creak of her computer chair as she sat down.

"Like for wax?" she asked, punctuated by the sound of moving pages as she opened her sketchbook. "Does it need an edge?"

"It's mostly for stabbing without penetrating," Elliott said. "Then again, maybe I will use it for wax play later. Although I prefer the metal knife for that."

" Stabbing ?" Leah said, laughing.

"Yes, we're going to mindfuck Sammy so that he believes we've stabbed him, but we need to do so without damaging him. It needs to be thick enough that it won't puncture his skin, even if I push very hard, but it's mine , so it's got to be pretty , and intimidating , and sensual ."

Leah snorted.

"You guys smoked a bunch of weed together and came up with 'let's stab Sammy?'"

Elliott huffed.

"He wants to be stabbed," he said. "He's practically begging for it."

Leah cackled.

"Oh, he's begging for it! That changes everything. Is it the way he's dressed? Is he looking extra vulnerable today? He's begging for it? Elliott, do you hear yourself?"

Elliott pouted again and Sebastian snickered.

"He's right, though," Sebastian said. "Sam has been asking me how I can stab him with a real ass knife during a scene. I just asked Elliott if he had ideas for how to not do that and still give him what he's looking for, and then Elliott just called you in the middle of our conversation. I don't know why, besides a wooden knife, I guess?"

"Nonono, Pretty, listen," Elliott cooed, and he reached up to trail his fingertip down Sebastian's jaw. "Wood is perfect , Darling, because if the tip is thick enough, we can run it down his chest and push it into his skin on his stomach and it'll hurt and we can get really up close and personal and make him feel it without actually impaling him. We can even spray rubbing alcohol on his skin and really scramble his brain at the same time."

"Alcohol is gonna ruin the finish," Leah's voice said.

Elliott looked back at his phone as if she was there to see the pout in his face and whined.

"Even just a little? What if we wipe it off right after? And if I oil it when I put it away?"

"It's a solvent, Babe. Eventually it'll ruin the stain and dry out the wood. I can varnish it, but the alcohol will still make it flake off eventually and it'll look like shit. I'm not gonna make you a sexy knife for free for you to ruin it on purpose."

" Fine , no alcohol on the knife. We'll save it for the glove. But I'd still like a dull knife from you, Beloved. Can you make me one?"

There was a series of movement noises on the other end of the line, and then Leah hummed.

"What about one of those poker things?"

Elliott knit his eyebrows.

"Surely not a fire poker? Although, now that you mention it…"

Leah snorted.

"No, not a fire poker , you fucking sadist." Leah laughed. "It's, like, a little poke-y wedge with rounded corners, it's an annoyance thing. Nico liked them, remember? I can use the offcuts from shaping the knife so they'll match, but I'll wax it instead of staining it. Then I'll stain the knife and make it pretty for you to show him, and you can use that for whatever role play, but then you stab him with the poker instead. You can use isopropyl on that . You'll just have to reapply the wax to it eventually or it might crack if it dries out."

"Oh, I've seen those," Sebastian said, pulling open his bag of popcorn. "This guy at the dungeon in Zuzu showed them to us while he was helping Sam and I figure out what kind of pain play we liked."

"Was he one of the house Doms at La Main Rouge ?" Leah said. "If it was, it was probably Nico."

Elliott nodded.

"Tall, dark-skinned black guy with massive shoulders? Long braids with a blue stripe, big pretty green contacts with little star pupils?" Elliott asked. "Little star tattoo for a beauty mark by his mouth and another one on his giant pecs?"

"Holy shit, yes ," Sebastian said, snickering and shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "He was hella chill. We went back so Sam could see him, like, four more times. We both wanted to fuck him, but that would be weird since it was like, his job , and we were, like, barely legal, so we were fine with doing the bdsm stuff with our clothes on and just having sex with each other when we got home."

Leah laughed.

"I went to art school with him," she said, and her chair creaked across the phone. "He taught me how to use the tools in the workshop by making those pokers and flogger handles."

"I was sleeping with him while they went to art school," Elliott said, laughing. "That's how Leah and I met. I screamed when I found out she was moving to Stardew Valley only a few months before I was."

"Nico's a great first Dom," Leah said approvingly. "He's super protective of baby kinksters and wants to make sure they find out what they want out of it instead of getting swept up by some shithead who'll just ruin it for them."

"And his dirty talk is delicious ," Elliott said, giggling.

Leah chuckled.

"So, anyway, yeah. I vote you use the knife to warm him up and swap it out for the poker on the wedge side. I can make a little spot for your thumb to sit on so that you can keep hold of it and really jam it into him. It's probably gonna bruise, though, not that that's a thing you guys are particularly worried about."

Elliott hummed, leaning back on his free hand.

"So how much money do you need, my pet?" Elliott asked. "I want it to be delicious, and threatening, and beautiful, so I want you to charge me whatever extra you think is fair."

Leah hummed.

"I dunno, that could scale up really fast. It depends on how fancy the stain is, and how bitchy my sander is acting after the fair… I'll draw some stuff to show you later. I assume it's a secret?"

Elliott looked over at Sebastian, who shrugged.

"It's your knife," he said. "I just wanna get to be the one that stabs him."

"Yes, I'd like to surprise him," Elliott said, raking his eyes up and down Sebastian beside him. Sebastian smirked at him and rolled his eyes.

"Then I'll think about it tomorrow and we can iron out deets while you help me polish everything on Friday. I gotta go back to screaming at my chisels now," she sighed. "This stupid handle broke and I have to set another one before I can finish my display piece."

"Thank you, Darling," Elliott cooed. "We'll see you in a couple of hours."

They hung up with each other and Elliott looked over at Sebastian as he put another handful of popcorn into his mouth. Sebastian looked up at him and shook his head.

"No. You can't fuck me in my mom's back yard," he said, resting Elliott's mind.

Elliott hummed, tilting his head at him and reaching out to trail his fingers up the outside of Sebastian's calf.

"What if we went over to the woods by the lake for a few minutes instead?" he asked, smiling invitingly at him. "I don't mind pleasuring myself while I suck on your yummy cock if you're not interested in reciprocating at the moment."

Sebastian snickered and shook his head.

"Hedonist. You're, like, barely horny," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, if you come, you'll get all sleepy and you won't want to walk all the way to Leah's."

Elliott pouted, but Sebastian was right, of course. He made jokes about his predictability, but, still, somehow this boy had begun to anticipate his every thought– his every breath – in less than a month, and it made Elliott ravenous for him. Elliott wanted to rub himself against Sebastian and sink his teeth into him while humping each other to luscious orgasm, but it was because he felt relaxed, and cozy, and understood , not because of any impending need. The need would come after they'd started touching each other. No, he wasn't desperate for sex, it was for this boy and for Sam, both of whom drove Elliott mad by merely existing beside him. It was because Sebastian knew him.

"I'd still like to kiss you," Elliott said, leaning closer to Sebastian and brushing his lips against his shoulder.

Sebastian looked over at him and chuckled, holding his hand off of the edge of the blanket they sat on and dusting the popcorn salt off of his fingers.

"I'll make out with you, but you have to keep your hands above the waist. If I get shit from Demetrius about it, we aren't doing it again."

Elliott growled low in his throat, looking down at him through his lashes.

"I am a gentleman , Sebastian. How dare you imply otherwise," he cooed. "Now kiss me and then feed me one of those strawberries."

Chapter Text

It was eleven in the evening when Elliott stepped out into the night air and inhaled the crisp autumn breeze, finally done with helping Leah. The three of them had spent several hours foraging with her through the western stretch of the woods, and then helping her clean and prep everything for storage. Sebastian stayed behind to talk specifics about the fair setup on Saturday because Leah's booth was going to be next to Robin's, and Elliott and Sam said their goodbyes to her before stepping out to have a moment alone with each other before they separated and Sam walked home for the night. Elliott walked with him into the shadow of her cottage and then reached up and caressed Sam's cheek, smiling down at him.

Sam giggled, beaming up at Elliott and sliding his palms up his chest.

"Sorry I can't walk you home," Sam said, playing with the buttoned up front of Elliott's jacket. "Are you coming to Milo's after-party on Saturday? I heard Emily is bringing edibles to the Fair, so we can pre-game an hour before and then snuggle by the fire on Milo's farm. Everyone there will know about us, so we don't have to hide. You could even make out with me out in the open if you wanted to."

Elliott chuckled, cupping the back of Sam's head and drawing him forward for a kiss. Sam sighed happily, pressing his body up against Elliott's. Elliott broke the kiss first, pouting down at him.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to get my hands on you again until we're around Milo's bonfire, but I promise to ravish you as soon as I have the opportunity since I'll only be able to see you in passing for the next few days," Elliott said, rubbing his thumb back and forth down Sam's cheek. "Tomorrow I'll be recovering from all of this hiking, and I'll be helping Leah on Friday with her inventory and helping her prepare for the Fair on Saturday morning."

Sam laughed.

"Recovering from Sebastian railing you, you mean," Sam said. Elliott smirked down at him.

"Not entirely, but partially, I'm sure. We're both quite tired, so I imagine that will have an effect on our relations."

"Can I have pics?"

Elliott blushed in the darkness around them.

"I am not as practiced as you, Pretty. I don't think they'll come out as gorgeous as yours do."

Sam giggled, trailing his fingertip down the column of Elliott's neck and tugging playfully at the collar of his shirt.

"If Sebby takes them, they will. He takes all of my pics when my hands are busy. If you just don't wanna, that's fine, though. I know you're shy."

Elliott laughed quietly in their shared space.

" Shy is not a quality I've ever been accused of, Dearheart. I simply must appear perfect and beautiful at all times. It takes an awful lot of practice to do that for people , let alone the camera on a cell phone."

Sam slid one of his arms around Elliott's neck and used the other to move Elliott's hand lower down his back to his ass. Elliott chuckled, squeezing the flesh under his palm.

"Yeah, but cameras are way better than they were when you were experimenting in college fifteen years ago, Old Man," Sam said.

Elliott pinched Sam's hip and wrinkled his nose at him.

"Watch it, Little Boy, or I'll turn you over my knee."

Sam turned his face to brush his lips along Elliott's jaw.

"You've seen my pics. I don't edit them, they just come out of the camera like that. Cameras are way better than they were, and you're hot as fuck, so your pics are gonna be drool-worthy for sure."

Elliott nodded.

"Perhaps. That sounds like an awful lot of posing for an intimate encounter, though. I don't want it to get too clinical. It's our first time, after all."

Sam smirked.

"Like you wouldn't get off on every second of Sebby telling you where to put your legs and how far to stick out your ass so he can see you better."

Elliott purred at him, cupping the back of his head to direct his face towards Elliott's and nibbling at Sam's lower lip.

"Perhaps a few photographs, for you to drool over, Darling, but no promises on how many I let him take before I snatch the phone from his hands and demand that he look at me instead of at the screen."

Sam giggled and pulled Elliott down for a kiss, standing up on his toes to make it easier to thrust his tongue between his lips. Elliott moaned softly, lifting him by his ass and taking a step to brace him against the side of Leah's cottage. Sam sucked in a breath as his back hit the wall, and he moaned softly, giggling into Elliott's mouth.

"You can have Sebby keep them," Sam said, pulling away and looking up at Elliott. "He can use his phone to take them and just show them to me later. You don't have to text them to me. That way you know I'm only going to see them when I'm alone with him."

Elliott chuckled.

"I already agreed to take them, Pretty. You don't have to sell me on it. I draw the line at texting them to you in flagrante , but perhaps afterwards, if we don't both collapse from the effort."

Sam beamed at him.

"I'm so fucking jealous," Sam said, giggling. "Sebby gets you all to himself, he gets to sleep over, and he gets to top you."

Elliott smiled at him.

"However you want to stage your own sleepover, I'm willing to make room in my schedule," Elliott said. "My shower has been installed, Darling, and my upstairs is almost finished. I'm but a breath away from having completed my home, and now I have a lovely cabin to use as my filthy sex dungeon until my basement is completed. I imagine it would be easier if Sebastian were there, at least in terms of avoiding your mother, but we'll do whatever it takes to sleep beside you, even for a night."

Sam nodded.

"Sebby could also walk me to your place and then fuck off to Abby's or something for the night. He can come back in the morning to walk me home," Sam said, licking his lips. "Leave me to my own turn alone with you."

Elliott kissed Sam again and then pressed his lips to his forehead.

"Or we can do both of those," Elliott said, stroking his fingertips down Sam's throat. "The invitation is open for either or both of you, whenever you're free and I don't have a meeting in the morning. Perhaps even then, if you promise to sleep peacefully with me instead of keeping me up until ungodly hours, forcing me to make love to you. I should hope you'll warm my bed as often as you can."

Sam giggled, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

"You're so amazing," Sam said softly. Elliott cooed at him, looking down into his eyes in the starlight. "I'm so happy you said yes, even though my family is such a problem."

Elliott pressed their foreheads together, smiling crookedly down at him.

"Well, they haven't been a problem, yet ," Elliott mused. "You made it sound much worse than it's been so far… Does it get worse than this?"

Sam shook his head.

"No. And thank you for waiting at Robin's so my dad didn't see us together today. I know that was a pain."

Elliott felt a stab in his heart at the memory of Kent coldly assessing him as Sebastian met Sam at the gate. Elliott had waited on the lounger, very stoned, and positively vibrating with the need to receive Sam, but instead he waited under the tree, calmly eating his strawberries and not looking at anyone in particular. Kent had left without addressing him, and the second he was down the hill, Sam had thrown himself at Elliott and started on the remaining strawberries himself.

"Your father seems to be unimpressed that he continues to see Sebastian and I together," Elliott said. "I feel cruel having to pretend that I'm not enchanted by your every move, even only for his sake."

Sam nodded, sinking back off of his toes and blushing.

"Did I… tell you he asked if we were gonna keep seeing you?"

Elliott pulled back in surprise.

"He asked you about me ? I thought the whole point was that he pretends he doesn't know anything."

Sam nodded.

"It is, kinda. But therapy trips are completely confidential from my mom. Whenever we ride the train together he always checks in with me about what she doesn't want to know, and he grills me about stuff he's worried about. Last week on the way back from Grampleton, he asked if you were being good to me and if I was being careful. He asked if I liked you or if I was just doing it for Seb, since he's obviously super into you, and I have to keep my own stuff a secret." Elliott blushed in the darkness, somehow surprised that Kent was so in touch with Sebastian's behavior when Sebastian was so restrained around others. Then again, Kent had spent a long time needing to know everyone's motivation with only a glance, and he'd known Sebastian since he was a teenager. Perhaps Sam's father had read Elliott like a book as well, and Elliott had been found wanting, especially if he wasn't doting on Sam the way that he wanted to, the way that Sam deserved to be doted on by a lover. "Dad said he didn't want me to put myself in a situation where I felt like second fiddle to anyone, but I told him that I really liked you, too, and that you really liked me back, we just couldn't advertise it because of mom. He asked if it was going to be a long term thing, and I said I wanted it to be, that you were really important to me, and then he said okay, and that was kinda… it. So now my dad knows that I like you, and that I'm not just letting it happen because Sebby likes you. He knows that I… want this."

Elliott cupped Sam's face in both of his hands.

"You're not second fiddle, Precious," Elliott said firmly. " Never . I know that this is new and exciting, and I seem like the kind of man that doesn't care to entertain a relationship beyond that, but I do , Sam, and I want you to know that you are as a salve to my soul, and I crave both of you like I crave the air in my lungs and the beating of my own heart."

Sam smiled at him, his cheeks dusky pink in the dim starlight.

"Thanks," he said softly. "That's really sweet. I know you're not like that. You… you wouldn't have been so willing to wait like this for us– for me – if you just wanted to get laid a few times. You wouldn't put up with all of the shit we asked you for…"

Elliott searched his face, then bit his lip.

"It's hardly a confession, but I… quite like you, Darling. The waiting isn't hard except that I'm excited for there to be more when it's over. Truly, I adore you."

Sam nodded up at him, still grinning.

"Yeah, I can tell," he said, giggling. "It's so fuckin' cute how you're so into me and Seb. We talk about it sometimes, alone in Sebby's room, when we talk about how we're both really into you, too."

Elliott couldn't think of anything eloquent or charming to say, and he felt the urge to weep spring behind his eyes, so he kissed Sam instead, to hide his face. Sam melted against his chest, moaning quietly into his mouth. Elliott groaned softly, parting his lips and greedily sucking in a breath, pulling Sam closer to delve deeper into him.

Sam spoke to him with his body, hands grasping at his flesh and chest arching upwards to press himself fully against Elliott. Elliott answered, surging with Sam's pull against him and clinging to him as he knew the moment that they would part came closer and closer.

Sebastian came around the side of the cottage, then, and leaned against the wall beside them. Elliott moaned softly as he felt his watching them, and Sam laughed into his mouth, sinking his teeth into Elliott's lower lip as he pulled away. Elliott reached for Sebastian with one hand, drawing him closer by the back of the neck before breaking the kiss with Sam and bending down to kiss Sebastian, keeping hold of Sam's hip with the other hand.

Sebastian stood up on his toes and laughed at Elliott, too.

"It's getting late," Sebastian said into Elliott's mouth.

"I should get going," Sam agreed, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and giggled. "At this rate we'll be out here until midnight."

Sebastian turned and pulled Sam down to kiss him, fisting his hands in his shirt.

"I love you," Sebastian said, pulling back and staring up into Sam's eyes. Sam slid his arms around him, putting his hands on his waist and drawing him forward.

"I love you, too, Baby," Sam purred, rubbing their noses together.

"Dinner at your place tomorrow?"

Sam nodded.

"Yeah. My mom is making fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Probably biscuits, but she said she might buy rolls if she runs out of time."

Sebastian pressed up against him, chuckling.

"Fuck, yeah. Let me know if she wants me to pick anything up on the way over."

"Mm'kay," Sam said, giggling and reaching up to cup Sebastian's face in his hands, kissing him once more. "I love you."

Sebastian pulled away and shoved his hands in the center pocket of his hoodie, smiling crookedly at him.

"I love you, too. Go home, Sam."

Sam giggled and turned to Elliott, lifting his face and stealing a kiss.

"Goodnight, Daddy," he purred. "You're gonna look so fuckin' hot with Sebby's cock in you. I can't wait for my turn."

Elliott purred back at him.

"Goodnight, Pretty," he heard himself say, just barely audible over the rushing of his pulse in his ears. Sam pulled away, walking backwards and smirking at them.

"I want pics," he reminded Elliott. "If you're brave enough."

"Fuck off , Sam, you'll get whatever we feel like," Sebastian said, flipping the bird at him with one hand and pulling Elliott through the bushes towards the path to the beach with the other.

Elliott hurried after him, smiling to himself in the darkness.

"Would you like a nightcap when we get to mine, Darling?" Elliott asked as they reached the path and slowed to a more leisurely pace. "I have quite a few bottles of Milo's wine. We can open whichever one you're interested in trying."

Sebastian smirked at him.

"You want to sip expensive wine while we peruse your BDSM gear and talk about how we're going to trick our sub into thinking he's been stabbed ?"

Elliott smiled crookedly.

"No, Darling. We are going to drink a glass of expensive wine while we undress and then you will take photographs of me for our sweet boy. You and I will make passionate, feral love together and, when we're both satisfied, we can pull out the toys for you to look over with a clearer head. Then we'll make plans for pleasuring our little masochist while we soak together in the bath. But if you want to touch the leather first, I don't mind shuffling the cards a bit."

Sebastian nodded beside him.

"Toys first, sex after. We're gonna get all sweaty and stuff, and I don't wanna take a second shower before I touch all of your nice things, because the water and the wine is gonna make me all sleepy. I'd rather come and just be ready for bed."

Elliott's mouth turned up at one corner, and he stole Sebastian's hand from his pocket, keeping it captive in the crook of his arm. Sebastian stepped closer to him as they walked, picking carefully down the wooden steps set into the path down the cliff to the sand.

"Am I that predictable?" Elliott asked. "Or are you being pushy and bossy because you're setting the stage to dominate me before we even get home? I'm happy to serve you, Darling, you just have to let me know if that's what you're after."

Sebastian looked sideways at him, blushing a little.

"You would let me put my filthy peasant hands all over your expensive gear, even if they were all sweaty and covered in cum?"

Elliott laughed, nudging Sebastian with his elbow.

"It's what they're for , Precious. This is a courtship, is it not? It's not like you're some ruffian , putting his randomly filthy hands all over my private things. You and Sam are the official bearers of my romantic affections, Sebastian. What's mine is yours, especially if it's for pleasure."

Sebastian blushed and his eyes skirted away as he smiled to himself. 

"So what kind of stuff are we talking about here?" he asked. "It's probably better if you give me a run down before I get there so that I'm not just dicking around in your toy box for an hour."

Elliott nodded and used his free hand to open the large gate, marked "Private", that separated Leah's property from the beach so that tourists didn't wander up into her backyard or end up lost in the forest. He stood aside for Sebastian to pass, and then he pulled the gate shut behind them again. Sebastian offered his hand before Elliott could take it back, and Elliott laced their fingers together.

"They're arranged from head to toe," Elliott said. "Head harnesses and masks, followed by collars and neckwear, then arm and chest restraints, then wrists, then everything leather for the waist and pelvic area, then legs and ankles. Then it starts back at the top again with toys. Smaller gags and eye masks, nipple clamps and suckers, sensation tools, anal toys, vibrators. At the very end, my rope is arranged by color and length in cute little coils. Do you want to go through it yourself or do you only want to see my favorites?"

Sebastian hummed.

"I wanna look at all of them some other time. Tonight we should stick to what you were thinking about for Sam when we were talking earlier. I think it would take me hours to go through all of it one by one and make decisions."

Elliott laughed, squeezing Sebastian's hand as they reached the beach and passed the wire fence that marked the area that would one day be his lovers' home. Elliott judged the distance from his front door every morning on his walk to the library. He guessed it would be ten minutes at a casual pace. Five if they hurried. None of this ninety minute hike business just for a visit.

Ten minutes from any urge he had for his sweet young boys coming to fruition. Ten minutes from 'I'd like to be kissed' to holding them in his arms. Ten minutes from 'Darling, I want to see your pretty face' to pushing one of them into the wall and ravishing them in their own home.

A little thrill danced its way down Elliott's spine.

"What do you most often use to restrain him during your scenes? Cuffs, I imagine?"

Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "We usually use the fake leather cuffs, because they're cheap and easy to find. Easy to put on and get out of, too. I like the ones with the locks, but there's no way we're using them if there's some fuckin' little key to keep track of. Between the two of us we'd lose them in minutes. We mostly just go with the buckles. It's not like he's gonna try to get out or anything. The locks are more for me to get off on than for him."

Elliott chuckled.

"I have locks with keys," he said, "but they all have the same key, and I have several dozen copies. I only needed to break out of one set of arm binders before I threw out all of the ones with those fiddly little bullshit keys. I said fuck it and bought a case of fifty matching silver locks with a pair of keys each. They're all in a little box in the middle drawer of my armoire."

Sebastian snickered.

"How many keys do you have left, though?"

Elliott stuck out his tongue.

"Maybe thirty pairs or so? I'm sure there are at least a dozen floating around my cabin, fallen into the sands beneath the floorboards, and the rest are likely scattered across the bedrooms of various playmates I've had in the past. There's a set that lives permanently on my house keys, and a very large keychain with another set that I keep in the leather trunk, for emergencies."

Sebastian's phone went off in his pocket, followed shortly by Elliott's, and Sebastian laughed, but didn't check it.

"He's jerking off in the bathroom," Sebastian said, confidently.

Elliott chuckled at him, opening his phone. As predicted, the tiny thumbnail showed Sam's bare abdomen with his hand raking his fingernails down his chest in the bathroom mirror and the open top of his jeans showing off the trail of his neatly trimmed pubic hair above his hard prick arching out of his waistband.

"He must have walked directly to the bathroom when he got home," Elliott mused.

Sebastian plucked the phone out of Elliott's hand and opened the camera, holding it up to take a selfie of himself flipping it off before sending it to Sam and putting the phone back in Elliott's pocket. Elliott raised an eyebrow and Sebastian glanced up at him before taking his hand back and squeezing it.

"It's my turn right now," he said. "Sammy can wait before we stroke his ego."

Elliott blushed and squeezed Sebastian's hand back as they walked.

"Of course. My apologies," he said softly. "That was rude of me to check it."

Sebastian shook his head, looking up at him.

"Nah, it's not rude. I just want you all to myself right now," he said, smirking. "So, do you want me to be all pushy and bossy when I fuck you? or do you just wanna have sex however feels good in the moment?"

Elliott smiled down at him.

"I can do beautifully sweet, if that will please you, but we both freely admit that rough sex is much more our style. I'd like some biting, hair pulling, scratching, and speaking in that filthy way that you do to Sam. I find it desperately sexy when you're dominating him."

Sebastian pulled Elliott's hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, shivering against the cold breeze coming down from the mountain and rushing out to sea. The new streetlamp marking the path to Elliott's home was coming into view, and they both quickened their pace when they saw it.

"I'm just gonna do what turns me on when I'm the Dom, then, and you can tell me if you want me to do it harder," Sebastian said, squeezing Elliott's hand in his pocket.

"You're rather adept at reading me during sex, Darling. I'm sure both of us are going to have a delicious time either way," Elliott mused. "Do you prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon?"

Sebastian cackled.

"I'm five-foot-eight and you're a fucking giant, Elliott, I'm going to be the little spoon."

Elliott beamed at him, squeezing his hand.

"That's perfect, because I loved wrapping myself around you and snuffling into your hair and going to sleep during our nap."

Sebastian nodded, and released Elliott's hand to let him pull his house keys out of his pocket as they reached his front walk.

"I mean… I'd try to be your big spoon… if you wanted , but it feels kinda silly. It would look like you're wearing me like a backpack."

Elliott smiled at him as he unlocked the kitchen door.

"If you can get comfortable enough you could sleep with your head on my chest. That's my favorite position. I usually sleep on my back, and it makes me feel sexy and masculine to have a lover laying across me, blissfully fucked out and clinging to me while they dream."

Sebastian bit his lip and nodded.

"Maybe. I get hot at night, though, and you're probably a furnace."

Elliott looked over at him as he twisted the lock and bit his lip.

"I'm delighted that you asked to stay with me tonight," he said softly, opening the door and stepping inside, holding it for Sebastian.

Sebastian looked up at him as he pulled his hoodie up over his head. Elliott licked his lips, raking his eyes down his body and eating up the brief flash of his abdomen beneath his t-shirt and the blue and white ink on his flank.

"I'm really glad you said yes," Sebastian said, hanging his sweatshirt by the hood on Elliot's coat rack, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. Elliott shut the door behind him and flipped the security lock back into place, and then he unbuttoned his day jacket and shrugged out of it, laying it over his arm. Sebastian watched him. "So… you wanna go touch leather?"

Elliott nodded, sweeping his hair over to one side and gesturing towards the living room.

"After you, Darling," he said. "My trunk is in the master bedroom."

Sebastian led him through the house, and Elliot delighted in the ease that Sebastian showed in navigating. The casual grace that Sebastian demonstrated as he mounted the steps like he had every right to be there, like this was his lover's home, and he was familiar with it.

Elliott could hardly contain the sudden urge to paw at him, watching the subtle sway of Sebastian's hips as he walked until he turned to face Elliott outside of his bedroom door, opening it behind his back.

"You said you keep it under the bed?" he mused as he backed into the bedroom, looking up into Elliott's eyes without care that something may or may not be in his path, as if he knew where the furniture was, and how the room was laid out, when Elliott still ran into things in the night if he was disoriented by sleep. And indeed, Sebastian did know, because he reached out his hand at the right time to catch himself as he hopped backwards and up onto Elliott's bed, leaning back on his elbows and smiling crookedly at him.

Elliott could only nod weakly, rocked to his core by the intimacy of what, to Sebastian, must have been as easy as breathing. Sebastian had done nothing special. He had walked into the bedroom as easily as if it was his own, and sat down on the bed.

Still, Elliott was breathless, and he craved the ease on Sebastian's face. He yearned for the comfort that Sebastian showed in Elliott's private space.

He wanted this man to demonstrate his knowledge of Elliott's domestic life every moment that Elliott was breathing. He wanted this man to show Elliott that he was so intimately aware of him that he could tell him his very thoughts . Sebastian could crook his finger and Elliott would fall to his knees and lick his boots if it meant that Sebastian would smile at him like that.

Elliott thought that Sebastian could look at him like that in the right context and say his name in the right tone of voice and Elliott would come .

Elliott sank between Sebastian's spread legs, kneeling on the fine emerald and black damask rug beneath his feet and reaching beneath his bed to slide out the wheeled trunk. He offered his hand to Sebastian and drew him down to join him on the carpet.

"It's quite heavy," he said, by way of explanation. "It'll be easier to go through from down here."

Sebastian chuckled at him.

"My, what a big, expensive-looking box you have there, Mister Delacourt," Sebastian mused.

Elliott flipped open the locks on his green trunk and looked over at Sebastian, stroking his fingers along the lid.

"Anything is on the table for a future encounter, Precious. If there's something that catches your eye for another scene, just let me know and I'll put it aside for you."

"Open the box, Dude," Sebastian said, smirking at him. "You don't have to seduce me, I'm already on board. The faster we do this, the sooner we can get to the sex."

Elliott wrinkled his nose at him and lifted the lid of the trunk, revealing the neatly stacked piles of leather and individual silk bags.

"I told you we should have made love first," he sighed. "I'm only going to get more desperate to ride you while watching you touch all of my pretty toys."

Sebastian licked his lips, running his hand across the edge of the trunk as his eyes darted over the items inside.

"That's one pricey pile of leather, Babe," he said, snickering. "You could have built a house as soon as you got here if you had saved all of this cash."

Elliott laughed, reaching up to stroke his hand down Sebastian's flank.

"I chose the cabin on purpose, and it served that purpose very well. And now that I have this house, we have a space that's available for us to torture our sweet boy in, where we can pour cold water onto him and it won't damage my pretty new rug, and it'll just seep down into the sand without damaging the floors."

Sebastian nodded, flicking his head to toss his hair out of his eyes before looking up at Elliott again.

"Until you build your sex dungeon in the basement, you mean."

Elliott chuckled.

"Indeed."

Sebastian reached into the box and picked up one of the wolf masks that Elliott had mentioned.

"Yeah, this is a major quality jump from our little neoprene ones," Sebastian said, laughing as he held the mask up on his hand, running his fingers down the burnished fur texture on the muzzle. "This is sick! Sam would love these."

Elliott beamed at him, reaching his hand over and sliding it up Sebastian's thigh beside him.

"I could order a third one if you think he'll want his own," Elliott mused. "Another friend from Leah's art school makes them. Hooking up with Nico did wonders for my collection of artisan pieces."

Sebastian chuckled, setting the mask back down inside the trunk.

"So what did you wanna use for Sam? You said you had ideas."

Elliott nodded and began digging through the neat stacks of fetish gear.

"I'd like to use a combination of our things," Elliott said. "It would help put him at ease to wear items that he's familiar with, and they'd already be broken-in, so they'd fit him better."

Sebastian nodded.

"That makes sense."

"Can you tell me more about your puppy masks?"

Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, we have the neoprene lace-up kind. The muzzle snaps on, and there's a couple of stages of open pieces around the mouth, so you can either shove your dick into the muzzle, or you can take it off entirely and have his mouth free, or snap it all the way in so that he's pretty stuck in there unless we unlace him. That's his favorite, he really likes the way it hugs his head without smashing his face too much."

Elliott nodded, digging through the pile of gags.

"What are your favorite types of gags to wear? I have a few different sizes, and different styles."

"I think the bit gags feel really good, or, like, a rope or a bandana as a cleave gag. Ball gags are Sam's favorite, he really gets off on having his mouth full," Sebastian said. "It's gotta be something replaceable, though. He's bitten through three silicone balls in the last couple of years. They tend to last about six months with how hard he bites down, but that's why we keep using the silicone ones, so he doesn't hurt his teeth."

Elliott hummed.

"Like this one?" he mused, picking up a set of straps with a purple ball in the middle of the harness. "Finding a replacement ball wouldn't be difficult, we would just need to measure how big it is."

Sebastian took it and squeezed it experimentally.

"Yeah, this kind is great!" Sebastian stuck it experimentally into his mouth and Elliott chuckled, reaching out to cup his face and leaning forward to kiss him from the other side of it. Sebastian chuckled at him, and then he hummed as he pulled it back out of his mouth and wiped it dry on his shirt. "It's kinda small compared to what we usually use."

Elliott hummed back at him and looked over the rest of his gags.

"Is that a problem?" he mused. "We don't want him thinking about his jaw while we're working on him do we?"

Sebastian held up the straps on either side of his head to judge the size, and then he held it in his lap.

"Nah, it's good. It'll fit under his mask pretty well," he said, nodding. "It won't push on his nose from underneath. The noises he'll make are gonna sound extra slutty with this in his mouth, too. That'll be really hot."

"Yes, he's very vocal without one, I'm eager to hear him with his mouth full."

Sebastian chuckled.

"So what's your favorite gag?"

Elliott smiled at him.

"A silk scarf with a thumb of ginger tied into a knot in the middle of it," Elliott said. "It makes my mouth burn when the fabric gets wet. I quite like the feeling. Sometimes I get hard when I bite into a stray slice of ginger at a restaurant."

Sebastian snickered.

"So you go just as hard as a Sub as you do as a Dom, then?"

Elliott nodded, digging through the next pile.

"When I want to be fully submissive, it's because I want to be doted on. I want to feel , instead of inflicting feelings. Sometimes I get so deep into my own head that I forget that, for once, I'm the one that's allowed to be drifting in bliss. The ginger is my cue to tell my brain to shut the fuck up and focus on the things my body is feeling. It doesn't hurt so much as it makes me feel sensitive and vulnerable."

Sebastian looked him up and down.

"I love ginger," he mused. "Sam and I don't put it in our mouths, though."

Elliott chuckled at him.

"I'm sure I'd be delighted to use it wherever you'd like, Precious," he said. "There's plenty to go around. Milo gives it to me by the bag-full if I ask him before he makes a trip to the island."

Sebastian licked his lips.

"You should ask him for some the next time he's going out there."

"I'll text him in the morning, if you remind me," Elliott said, leaning towards Sebastian to press his lips to his jaw.

Sebastian giggled at him.

"You should hurry up with your show and tell so that we can get in the shower, Elliott," Sebastian said, pressing his lips together. Elliott laughed and turned back to the trunk, delighting in the sound of his name on Sebastian's lips.

"I'd like to use these arm restraints," Elliott said, pulling out a long, folded pair of black leather sleeves covered in buckles, looking rather like a pair of leggings. "They'll keep his arms warm, and they look stunning when they're on. They keep the arms back and out of the way, which will give us access to his entire chest."

Sebastian unfolded the leather arm binder and looked it over. It was two sleeves, buckled together in about nine or ten different areas that would cross behind Sam's back, with shoulder straps to hook around the arms, and places to buckle them to other harnesses.

"This is a lot of leather," Sebastian said.

Elliott nodded. From the stack of waist harnesses, he pulled out a corset-laced pair of leather underwear that had a series of small leather cuffs trailing up the front, and from the leg pile, he pulled out a mess of straps that constituted a harness. He also picked up a plug that he'd like to use on Sam– and Sebastian, for that matter, when the time came, and himself. He would have to get multiple, since there were three of them and it was one of his favorites. From the silk bags of sensory toys, he picked up a pair of red leather gloves and set it on top of the other items. Then he pulled out a set of leg harnesses with long, curved metal bars going up the backs that he placed away from the others, merely wanting to show it off to Sebastian because it sounded like something he would like.

"These won't really work for what we're going to do to Sam, but they're gorgeous , and I want you to see them anyway."

Sebastian inspected them, raising his eyebrows as he held it up and looked at the steep arch of the sole, and the buckled straps to keep the foot in place

"That's a hell of an angle."

Elliott nodded.

"Ballet splints," he explained. "They lock your feet into the pointe position. Unfortunately you can't put any weight on them except for your toes, but they're mouthwatering . In the past I've used them for suspension rigging and bed scenes, times when I don't intend for my sub to be going anywhere for a long while. I'd love to worship you with these on. Either of you, really, but you , in particular. The piece I've picked for Sam is just a set of thigh garters, mostly for decoration. I want him to have control of his legs. The real star of his show is the sleeves and his mask." 

Sebastian held up the splints, his eyebrows knit together as he held up the straps to get a better idea of the orientation of where his foot would be.

"They look like they're gonna make my feet hurt."

"Maybe a little, after a long time, but your feet are rather flexible. It's not painful , it's more like some light predicament play. Then I would give your feet a sexy massage afterwards to make it all better. I think they'd look positively sinful strapped around your strong, sumptuous calves, Precious," Elliott hummed, reaching his hand out and caressing the shape of Sebastian's calf inside the leg of his jeans. "The arch of your foot would be pornographic with your legs up in the air with your little black polished toes."

"Yeah," Sebastian said in a rough voice, his eyelids heavy and his tongue sweeping across his lower lip. "That would look dirty as fuck."

"I want to leave them out for you to wear the next time we're having a threesome, Precious," Elliott offered, smiling wickedly at him. "It would be intoxicating to be fucking Sam while you're on your back in front of him and tied to the headboard with your feet in the air while uses his mouth on you."

Sebastian licked his lips again and he nodded.

"Y-yeah," he breathed. Then he shook himself and grabbed both splints, setting them aside. " Later . With the ginger."

Elliott chuckled and picked up the leather underwear. "These are technically for chastity, but I just think they're gorgeous. His cock goes into the straps here, and this plug can be fitted into the back strap to keep it in place. It doesn't do much for chastity when Sam can come without touching himself, but they'll look beautiful on him anyway. The plug is remote controlled, with beads that spin around the rim. It's one of my favorites. It would make him squirm while we're working him up."

"Yeah, that would be really hot," Sebastian said, picking up the gloves and turning them in his hands, looking at the sharp spines along the inside. "Your hands are huge," he mused, smirking to himself as he slid his hand into one of the gloves, giggling at how much room was left around his fingers.

Elliott nodded, taking the other one and slipping it onto his hand, wiggling his fingers to show off the perfect fit.

"Do you have your own?" he asked. "I'd be happy to put in an order for some if you don't."

"Yeah, I have some. The gloves themselves aren't this nice, but the spikes are the same."

Sebastian pulled the glove off by the fingertips and handed it to Elliott, who set them both aside with the other items before he shut the trunk and set the pile of their selections on top of it, sliding it back under his bed before turning to face Sebastian.

"Come and join me in the bathroom, Sweetling," Elliott said, crawling towards him to press his face into Sebastian's neck. Sebastian sucked in a breath, shutting his eyes and moaning softly. "We can talk about how vulgar you're going to look in those splints when it's your turn to take it up the ass, and where exactly you'd like me to put the ginger while I'm fucking Sam."

Sebastian hummed in pleasure, and his eyes slid open to look over at Elliott.

"It's so hot how you're so fucking good at being a top, but then you turn around and you're also a power bottom," Sebastian purred, reaching up to fist in hand in Elliott's shirt and pull him up to his face.

Elliott growled quietly in his throat, kissing down Sebastian's jaw.

"You're going to look delicious ramming your fat little prick into me, Sebastian," Elliott said in his ear, reaching up to tangle his hand in the hair on the far side of Sebastian's head, capturing his entire hair fin and grasping it firmly in his fist. "Fucking me like you're addicted to the feeling."

Sebastian growled back at him in pleasure.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm addicted to you. You're gonna look so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air covered in red handprints and my teeth marks."

Elliott laughed huskily and reached down to stroke Sebastian's flank.

"I'd like to carry you to the bathroom, Darling, is that insulting?"

Sebastian shook his head.

"Nope," he said, getting up and pulling Elliott to his feet. He slid his arms around Elliott's neck and smirked at him, standing up on his toes. "I'm your king, right? Kings don't walk ."

Elliott growled low in his throat and swept Sebastian into his arms. Sebastian squeaked, and then laughed as he caught himself on Elliott's shoulders.

"Mm. Imagine if you were in a big beautiful gown, Precious," Elliott said, nuzzling into Sebastian's neck. "I'd love to carry you up the stairs holding you like this. I'd lay you out on the bed and burrow into your skirts to suck your prick and then we can make love while you're swathed in lace and silk, like a duke ravishing a young maiden who has a fat, luscious prick between her legs."

Sebastian hummed as he tilted his head to give Elliott more access to his throat.

"No, you're the Knight-Captain of the kingdom where I'm the Crown Prince. You saw me across the ballroom at a party three weeks ago and you've been shirking your duties ever since to have filthy gay sex with me in the bathhouse. You pulled me out of a garden party full of important diplomats so that you could suck my cock in the stables because you couldn't stand to spend another minute there without me fucking into your mouth. You want me so badly that you dropped everything at the chance for me to fuck you."

Elliott chuckled and carried Sebastian out of the room towards the bathroom.

"And Sam?" he mused. "A prince from a neighboring kingdom? Perhaps it's an international scandal for the two of you royals to be lovers with a mere knight, even one as distinguished as myself."

Sebastian chuckled.

"You're right, Sammy does need to be a prince. Okay, okay. I'm a foreign prince that's visiting and Sam is the Crown Prince. Yeah! Sammy's the Crown Prince that I've been courting for a few years. We're betrothed, and you're his hot older tutor who left his wealthy parents in a foreign land to dedicate himself to his work, but then you caught the two of us having sex up against the shelves in the royal library when you went looking for historical texts. Prince Samson had already confessed to me about having a crush on you, and I wanted you, too, so we asked you to join us. You were hesitant at first, but you gave in, anyway, and now you're obsessed with us. The King and Queen tolerate me because it's a good political move for Prince Samson and I to be married, but if they find out that we're both secretly fucking the Prince's brains out, all three of us would be banished from the kingdom. War could even break out, since I'm royalty and your father is such a famous foreign dignitary. But someday Sam is going to be King, and then we won't have to hide from anyone."

Elliott licked his lips, using his foot to kick open the bathroom door.

"But tonight, our future King is away on a diplomatic mission, settling a trade agreement for his mother, so the visiting Prince and I are going to keep each other company in my estate along the seashore just outside of town," Elliott purred, sweeping Sebastian into the bathroom and setting him on the counter.

Sebastian giggled, fisting his hands in Elliott's shirt and holding him close as he brought his legs up on either side of him, tilting his face up to speak into the soft skin beneath Elliott's ear.

"I asked if I could join you in your home for a private meeting after we escorted a local artisan through the forest and left our lover to finish his mission. You assumed that I wanted to discuss the very important trade route that Prince Samson was busy securing, but once we both got here, I began to aggressively seduce you, because I know that the Prince is perfectly capable, and I'm far more interested in finding out how it feels when I plunge my cock into our erudite tutor. I also want to hear the filthy sounds he makes while I fuck him in the ass until he comes all over his own face."

Elliott purred, catching Sebastian's thighs and leaning over him.

"You're very good at this, Dearheart," Elliott said, licking his lips. "If you aren't careful, I'm going to have to rent out some magnificent chalet somewhere and bring the two of you on a fantasy getaway for a romantic weekend of filthy roleplay."

Sebastian laughed, reaching up to unbutton Elliott's shirt.

"Sam would eat that shit up," he said, nodding. "That would be fun. We could get fancy outfits to tear off of each other and everything."

Elliott hummed in pleasure at Sebastian as he parted Elliott's shirt and ran his hands up his bare chest.

"I'd love to dress the two of you in fine historical clothing for me to peel you out of and then fuck you in a botanical garden."

Sebastian moaned softly.

"Sammy would put a dress on for you," he said. "As long as you tell him how gorgeous he is and promise to make him come, which is already a given, anyway. He'd look really hot, too. I don't really like wearing dresses, though. Skirts move too much on my legs and it bothers me, like, sensory-wise.  I like the messy punk look better. Ripped jeans and falling apart t-shirts, and tattoos and safety pins and bite marks."

Elliott chuckled.

"There's just so many layers , Darling," Elliott cooed. "Bodices, and chemises, and petticoats, and pantaloons, and corsets, and bustles. Miles and miles of lace, and silk, and velvet. Beautiful and flouncing and soft fabrics to rub up against and take pleasure in. The decadence of it all." Elliott chuckled. "Perhaps it's a dig at my upbringing that I want to take all of that expensive nonsense and make it about my own deviant sexual interests. To corrupt it into something hedonistic and filthy."

Sebastian laughed as he pulled his shirt up over his head and reached for Elliott's waistband.

"Well, if you wanna put all of that shit on Sam, I'll put on some fancy historical menswear with you and we can double team the princess in the library. We'll come in her ass so many times that it's like we're trying to get her pregnant."

Elliott raised his eyebrows as he reached for Sebastian's waistband.

"Do you also have a breeding kink, Darling? It's pretty clear that Sam does, but you haven't been as explicit."

Sebastian licked his lips.

"Well, yeah ," he said, laughing. "I'm into the domination part, and the mindfuck. What about you? You're the one about to take a shot in the ass."

Elliott nodded.

"Yes, in the sense that I want to be fucked so full of your cum for so long that I forget where you end and I begin, Dearheart. I haven't had a raw cock inside of me in years and I desperately miss the feel of it."

Sebastian purred at him.

"Oh, yeah?" Sebastian growled. "You want me to fuck you with my raw cock until I shoot my cum into you?"

Elliott cupped the back of Sebastian's head and pressed their foreheads together.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Darling. We still have to shower before we can give in to our baser instincts."

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Elliott laid back on his bed, clad only in the towel around his waist as he watched Sebastian dry his hair with Elliott's blow dryer on low. They'd ultimately elected to take separate showers so that they would actually wash instead of touching each other the whole time, so Elliott had already dried his hair while Sebastian took his turn. Normally he would have put it up in a bun for bed, but he wanted Sebastian's hands in it.

Sebastian turned off the dryer and placed it in the silicone holder that Elliott had draped over his vanity, running Elliott's hairbrush through it once more to break up any remaining bits that were stuck together with styling foam.

He turned to Elliott as he set the brush down, and he leaned back against the vanity, smiling at him.

"So this sex you wanna have," Sebastian said, cocking his head to the side. Elliott looked up at him, smiling back at him as he sat up on the end of his bed.

"Yes, Darling?" he said. Sebastian crossed the room to stand in front of where Elliott sat, looking down at him on the bed. He reached out and cupped Elliott under his jaw, peering down at him through his lashes.

"You said you wanted it to be feral?"

Elliott nodded, looking up at Sebastian and leaning into his touch, letting his eyes grow heavy as he reached up to trace his fingertips around the outline of the tattoo of Sebastian's flank.

"I think both of our love making strategies could be considered rather animalistic, Sebastian, don't you? We both enjoy biting, and grabbing, and scratching, and hair pulling. We both tend to make rather bestial noises when we're in the throes of passion. What did you think of when I said feral?"

Sebastian bent his head and kissed Elliott, then straightened again and slid his fingers through Elliott's silky hair, slipping all the way to its ends and then twisting it back up around his fist and tangling it before he let it fall away from his hands. Sebastian licked his lips.

"Do you want marks?" he asked.

Elliott chuckled.

"You can mark however your heart desires, except for my face. Do you want marks, Precious? I can rein myself in, of course. Nothing that won't be gone by morning."

"No, I want it. I want you to bite the shit out of me. Fuck me up , Babe," Sebastian said, shaking his head as he cupped the back of Elliott's head. "Also not my face, obviously, but my arms, everything from the neck down is fair game. You've seen the things Sam does to me. You can draw blood if you want, with your nails. Maybe we should put something down for that, though. Don't wanna bleed on anything."

Elliott rested his hands on Sebastian's hips and looked up at him, laughing deep in his chest.

"My sheets are made of cotton instead of silk for a reason , Darling, so that they can be cleaned," Elliott purred, holding Sebastian's gaze as he pulled at the towel around his waist and set it beside him on the bed. "Do you want protection? I know I said I wanted it raw when we were flirting, but I don't want to pressure you if you aren't ready."

Sebastian shrugged, blushing a bit.

"You got tested, like I asked. That paper looked pretty negative to me. Unless you wanna use 'em for the convenience. You're the one who has the bigger clean up job."

Elliott ran his hands up Sebastian's thighs, still humid from his shower, and he pressed his lips to the deep valley of Sebastian's pelvic line.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to save it for a shared encounter with your Beloved."

Sebastian smirked down at him.

"Nope. I got dibs. Sammy'll have his turn eventually."

Elliott ran his hand up Sebastian's stomach, pouting at him.

"I would be devastated if I accidentally hurt either of you," he said softly. "My relationship with you and Sam is very precious to me."

Sebastian shook his head.

"It's not like that. We can hook up, we just gotta keep him in the loop. We can tell him ahead of time if we planned it, like tonight, but, you know… shit happens. We might end up alone together and wanna fuck around and that's okay . Same if you hook up with him. I wanna know all the sexy details, like when we tell you what we get up to together. We don't wanna blow each other off if we already had plans, but otherwise it's pretty much whatever sex happens, happens. No secrets. Only surprises. You're our boyfriend , Elliott. That's been the idea the whole time, since I gave Sam permission to text you before we hooked up."

Elliott dug his fingers into Sebastian's thighs.

"However was I so lucky as to end up with two beautiful young men who can leave me so breathless?" Elliott said, gazing up at Sebastian above him.

Sebastian trailed his fingers through Elliott's hair and licked his lips.

"I'm just glad you agreed to all of my crazy demands," Sebastian said. "Plenty of guys would have heard half of the shit I had to say in the saloon and passed on the whole thing. Sam and I are a complicated buy-in."

Elliott shut his eyes in bliss as Sebastian's fingers scratched along his scalp.

"It doesn't feel complicated, Darling. It feels natural, like I've been waiting for it my whole life. It makes me wonder if I could be missing something that's supposed to make it difficult."

Sebastian smoothed Elliott's hair beneath his palm.

"No, not really. You already know all of the hard parts."

Elliott nodded, looking up at Sebastian through his lashes.

"The hardest part I've found is stopping myself from showering the two of you with affection in certain mixed company, but that's mostly a sign of how selfish I am. I find it slightly vexing, but not difficult ."

Sebastian smiled crookedly down at Elliott as he played with the ends of his hair.

"Are you still good with pics?" he asked. "I know you talked to Sam about 'em, but he'll be fine if he just feels jealous before he gets his turn with you. Just because he and I fuck on camera doesn't mean you have to do it if you're not comfortable. I'm not gonna make you take pics if you don't want to, and he wouldn't either. Your  privacy is more important than Sammy's spank bank."

Elliott blushed for the first time, and he dragged his nails down Sebastian's thighs, looking up into those cobalt blue eyes that so easily commanded his attention. Sebastian stroked his hand down the back of Elliott's head, and Elliott moaned quietly.

"I'd like you to take a few photographs," Elliott said, his lips parted as his breath grew rough in his chest. "But I don't want it to take up the whole encounter. I want you to focus on me , not on your phone screen."

Sebastian smirked.

"You wanna get up on the bed while I go get my phone and I'll help you into some slutty poses? I'll rub my dick on you for some, just for show, and then we can put the phone away before we really get started."

Elliott laughed and nodded, lifting his face as Sebastian bent to kiss him before leaving the room to retrieve his cell phone.

Elliott leaned back on his hands, looking over at the neat pile of leather they'd set aside for their scene with Sam. He licked his lips, imagining the way that Sam would look standing in his cabin with them on, the way that his breath would catch when he saw them laid out on Elliott's single bed down there, and the way that he would hum and coo at Elliott as he fastened him in. Elliott shed his towel, trailing his fingertips down his belly and lazily squeezing his half-hard prick to relieve the growing tension in his belly.

Sebastian returned soon afterwards, holding his cell phone and a pair of water bottles from the pantry, which he set on the nightstand before opening the drawer and pulling out the lubricant, setting it next to Elliott on the bed. Elliott looked up at him and smiled crookedly, trying to temper the roaring need in his head as Sebastian continued to prove that he was intimately familiar with Elliott's home and the inner workings of their encounters together.

"I think they should be decadent, shouldn't they?" Elliott asked, reaching up to run his hand up Sebastian's chest and trail his fingertips along his shoulder. "Paint me like one of your Gotoran girls?" he teased.

Sebastian laughed and nodded, reaching up to cup Elliott's cheek.

"It would be hot as fuck if your lips were swollen," he purred, and he took Elliott's mouth. Sebastian sucked at his lips, then nipped at them with his teeth, and Elliott moaned, chuckling into the kiss as he pulled Sebastian closer. Sebastian pulled away after a moment and traced the shape of them with his fingertip, then moved his hand down to slide around to the inside of Elliott's thigh. "You can get hard if you want, but I think half-hard is sexy for the first few shots. A little showy, but still getting started."

Elliott nodded, and Sebastian moved away, grabbing the pillows from the headboard and arranging them around the bed. Elliott crawled over to him, smiling at him.

"I am yours to pose however you see fit, Darling. I've sat for Leah's sketches for years, so I'm very good at following directions."

Sebastian stuck the tip of his tongue out through his teeth and ran his hand down Elliott's side, then shoved him onto his stomach across a couple of the pillows. He arranged his legs so that one was bent out to the side and the other was straight behind him, looking rather like he was grinding his prick on the lower pillow. He arranged Elliott's arms, too, so that one was crooked in the air behind his head, and the other was pulled up towards him, and he looked at Sebastian over the top of it, the bottom of his face hidden behind his bicep. Sebastian stopped for a moment to look at him.

"Of course you look like some kind of classical mythic painting," Sebastian said, smirking. Elliott chuckled, watching him lift the phone and move it around, deciding on framing.

"Thank you, Dearheart. I do my best."

"Look at me," Sebastian said, when Elliott tracked to the phone. Elliott lifted his eyes, and heard the quiet shutter on the camera app. Sebastian licked his lips, taking a shaky breath. "Fuck, your eyes are so insane. Stay like that."

Sebastian moved behind him, and Elliott watched him over his shoulder, but kept his legs and arms arranged, and then Sebastian grasped him at the hips and lifted them a few inches, arranging his legs once more so that the front one pulled closer to his chest and he was half-rolled onto his side. Sebastian dragged his fingernails down the inside of Elliott's thigh as he sat back on his heels, and Elliott sucked in a breath, then chuckled as he released it, and Sebastian grasped the wrist on his front arm, drawing it up.

"Run it through your hair," he said. His voice was rough, like his mouth was dry. Elliott threaded his fingers into the front of his hair, and then Sebastian tilted Elliott's head with his hands so that he was looking at him through the triangle space of his arm. Sebastian slid off of the bed and framed him again, and Elliott kept his eyes on Sebastian's face, knowing that his own cock would be very hard soon, and Sebastian would be inside of him not long after that. Elliott smoldered up at Sebastian, and Sebastian groaned as he hit the camera button. "That's so hot," he breathed. "Yoba, you're so fucking hot, Elliott…"

Elliott's prick jerked at the sound of his name on Sebastian's lips, and he dropped his arm, lifting up on his elbows and arching his back, looking over his shoulders at him.

"I want your cock in my mouth," Elliott purred, the corner of his lips tilted up in a smirk. Sebastian sucked in a breath, and took another photo before stepping forward, his own prick standing eagerly out from his body.

"Do you wanna stop?" he asked.

"No," Elliott said, laughing. "Unless you aren't able to pose me while you're in my mouth at the same time."

Sebastian knelt on the bed beside him and slid his fingers into Elliott's hair.

"We should hide your face."

Elliott looked up at him.

"Why? Is someone besides you or Sam going to see them? Milo and Leah, maybe? That would be fine, it's nothing they haven't seen before. I suppose Abigail would be fine, especially if she's going to rub it in Alex's face."

Sebastian blushed.

"No, just the three of us would see them," he said. "It's just a good practice, in case something gets hacked. No face, no case."

Elliott wrapped his hand around Sebastian's thick cock and stroked him, watching his foreskin slide back off of the head.

"To be honest, Darling, I couldn't give less of a fuck about that. I'm thirty-five years old and we're both consenting adults, and I think leaking my sex tape would only help the sale of my novel at this point. You've been driving me mad for you since you asked to stay over this afternoon, and now I'm very turned on, and I need something to do with my hands and my mouth before I become ravenous ."

Sebastian shivered and giggled as Elliott pressed his lips to the head of his cock. He lifted the phone and Elliott groaned, taking him into his mouth. Sebastian fisted his hand in Elliott's hair and snapped a photo.

"Shit, El…" Sebastian cleared his throat and giggled like he was lightheaded. "I wanna rub my dick on your ass and take a couple more pictures, but then I wanna put the phone away and fuck you already."

Elliott purred in his throat, rubbing the flat of his tongue along the underside of Sebastian's prick and looking up at him. Sebastian snapped a photo, and Elliott lifted up off of the pillows, putting his hands on Sebastian's hips and drawing him forward, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks. He realized that this was the first time they'd ever touched skin-to-skin, and he moaned quietly, stroking their lengths together. Sebastian sucked in a breath, taking another picture and then shoving Elliott backwards onto the bed. Elliott laughed, landing on the pillows behind him and spreading his legs, grasping at the blankets beneath him. Sebastian planted his hand on Elliott's stomach and dug his fingers in, moving his hips forward until his cock rested neatly between Elliott's cheeks, and he took another photo before wrapping his hand around Elliott's cock and stroking him.

Elliott moaned, pitching his head back into the mattress and arching his back. Sebastian's cock slotted between his cheeks, and he heard the shutter again, and then his head pressed against Elliott's rim, and Elliot moaned louder, running his hands down his own chest and arching his back, displaying himself for Sebastian.

He heard the shutter click again, and then something thudded on the floor, and he looked up. Sebastian slid both of his hands up Elliott's chest and raked his nails down his abdomen, eating him up with his eyes. The phone was nowhere to be seen.

"Tell me I'm beautiful," Elliott cooed. Sebastian grasped him by the hips as Elliott reached up to cup his face.

"Fuck off," Sebastian said, giggling. "You know how fucking beautiful you are, you don't need me to say it."

Elliott wrinkled his nose at him and sat up on his elbows, grasping Sebastian at the back of his head and drawing him forward, kissing him before pressing their foreheads together.

"If you're going to fuck me on a regular basis, Sebastian, you had better tell me I'm the most gorgeous fucking creature you've ever laid eyes on," Elliott growled.

Sebastian moaned, his fingernails biting into Elliott's thighs.

"You are," Sebastian groaned, breathless.

"I'm what , Darling?" Elliott moaned, capturing Sebastian's lips. Sebastian mewled into his mouth, reaching up and fisting his hand in the back of Elliott's hair. Elliott's eyes drifted shut in pleasure as he let Sebastian pull his head back and nip his teeth down Elliott's jaw.

"You're so beautiful," Sebastian said, and he shoved Elliott down onto his back in the pillows. Elliott sucked in a breath, and then laughed as Sebastian sank his teeth into his breast.

"Yes, Precious," Elliott purred, drawing his legs up to plant his heels on either side of himself. Sebastian prodded at his rim with the raw head of his prick, just barely lubricated with the precome drooling out of his slit. Elliott groaned at the friction of it.

"Do you want me to finger you?" Sebastian asked, sitting up and looking around the bed for the lubricant with his face flushed pink from his arousal. "No, wait. Better idea."

Sebastian grasped Elliott under the thighs and dove between his legs, holding his legs up and burying his face between his cheeks. Elliott cried out and pitched his head back onto the bed as Sebastian's tongue swept over his rim.

"Oh, yes ," Elliott groaned, and he fisted his hand in Sebastian's hair, holding his head down between his legs. The warmth of his mouth sent shivers down Elliott's spine, reminding him that it has been far too long since he'd had someone's tongue inside of him. "Oh, yes, Darling, harder ."

Sebastian moaned into his flesh, bending Elliott's hips upwards and delving his tongue inside of him, digging his fingers into the backs of Elliott's thighs. Elliott wrapped his hand around his own cock, sinking his teeth into the knuckles of his other hand and moaning as he brought his hand up his length and squeezed his head, watching Sebastian lick at him as a shimmering pearl of slick beaded up from his head. Elliott moaned encouragingly as Sebastian sucked at him, and then Sebastian pulled away from his hole with a wet, slurping sort of noise, panting for breath and looking around the bed again.

"Wanna fuck you so bad," Sebastian grated, and his eyes finally landed on the bottle of lube. He leaned over Elliott's leg to reach for it and put it into Elliott's hand. "You're so fucking beautiful, El."

Elliott laughed, and grasped Sebastian's chin before he could go back down between his legs again.

"That's perfect, Dearheart, keep telling me how deliciously enchanting you find me," Elliott purred. He reached up with his hand and wiped the smears of saliva off of Sebastian's cheeks and wiped it onto the bed beneath him. Sebastian licked his lips and leaned into Elliott's hands, shuddering as he stroked his face. When he finished wiping away the spit, Elliott drew him closer, kissing him once more. "Would you like to fuck me, now?" he said against Sebastian's lips.

Sebastian moaned into Elliott's mouth, nodding and pushing Elliott down onto his back.

Elliott chuckled, fumbling behind his back to find the bottle of lube that had slipped beneath him before shoving it into Sebastian's hand. Sebastian popped the cap and poured it onto Elliott's prick, making him hiss at the chill. Sebastian grasped him and pressed their cocks together, holding both in his hand as he spread the lube over himself, and then he backed up and rubbed it into Elliott's hole.

"You still want feral, right?" Sebastian asked, sticking his tongue out through his teeth. "You sure you don't wanna feel it out first since it's been a long time?"

Elliott nodded eagerly.

" Yes ," Elliott purred. "Give me a moment to get used to you and then you can be as rough as you'd like."

 Sebastian stroked his prick and planted his  other hand on Elliott's thigh, lifting it out of the way and slotting his prick between Elliott's buttocks, thrusting against his cheeks and sliding his shaft across his hole. Sebastian licked his lips, slapping his hard prick against Elliott's entrance and smirking at him.

"You want me to come inside you?" he mused.

" Yes ," Elliott moaned, drawing one of the pillows into his arms and sitting up on his elbows. "It's been over a decade since I've had a man raw, and I intend for the two of you to make up for lost time."

Sebastian leaned over Elliott and rubbed his cock against his rim, nuzzling his chest.

"Are you hungry for my cock?"

"Oh, get on with it," Elliott huffed. "Put it in my ass before I pin you to the bed and do it myself."

Sebastian growled at him and pushed into Elliott's hole, and Elliott groaned as he slid inside.

" Fuck , El," Sebastian whined, wrapping his lube covered hand around Elliott's prick.

" All the way, Dearheart," Elliott moaned, reaching down and grasping Sebastian's buttocks, pulling him closer. Sebastian bucked his hips and Elliott moaned as the head of him rammed into Elliott's prostate, his eyes squeezing shut as his body clenched around Sebastian's length. Elliott drew his legs up around Sebastian's form between his thighs, his toes curling on top of the mattress. "Oh, Yoba, that's delightful . I could come right now."

"I'm not gonna stop if you do," Sebastian murmured, cupping the back of Elliott's head and nuzzling into his neck. "I'm gonna keep fucking you until I've had my fill."

Elliott moaned out a laugh, and his body trembled as Sebastian slid out of him and then thrust back in up to his hilt.

"Ahh~! Of course, and I want you to, Sweetling," Elliott cooed, and he moaned again as Sebastian began to stroke Elliott's prick between them. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. I want you to fuck me until you're so desperate to come that you can barely speak."

"So what's the best way to make you come when you're taking it up the ass?" Sebastian said, sliding his other hand up the back of Elliott's neck and leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "What feels good for you?"

Elliott shook his head, sliding his arms around Sebastian waist and looking hungrily up at him.

"I can handle my own orgasm, Poppet. Tonight, I want you to do what makes you feel good, Darling, and I'm going to come whenever I've had my fill of you and your fat prick."

Sebastian giggled breathlessly, sitting up and hooking his arms beneath Elliott's knees, drawing them closer to his chest.

"Is it fucked up that I'm getting off on how much bigger you are than me?" he said, rolling his hips into Elliott's body. "It's feels like I'm fucking a giant, and you aren't even that tall."

Elliott shook his head, running his hand up Sebastian's back and then raking him with his fingernails. Sebastian grunted, bucking into him and falling against his chest, and Elliott held him close, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"It's lucky that I've got as much of a thing for short, beautiful shy boys as I have for tall, slutty little twinks who call me Daddy. I'm delighted that your cock isn't as little as you are, Sweetness. I get to have the best of both worlds," Elliott purred into his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Sebastian blushed, grabbing Elliott under the jaw and shoving his face aside, attacking his neck with his mouth. "Oh, Sebastian, yes ."

Sebastian sank his teeth into Elliott's shoulder, punching forward with his hips at the same time. Elliott cried out, and Sebastian slid his hands into Elliott's hair, stroking and tangling his fingers in it as he began to hump against him.

"Your ass is so tight," he grated. "Are you sure you want me to go faster than this? If Sam was this tight I would pull out and stretch him more."

Elliott nodded.

" Yes , Darling, I do," Elliott breathed. "Just a bit longer like this and then you can grab me by the thighs and really give it to me. It feels lovely . I want you to fuck the life out of me, I can take it."

Sebastian shivered above him, giggling into his chest and looking up at him.

"I feel like I could hit you with a cane and you would tell me the ways I was doing it wrong and how to do it better," Sebastian said, moaning out a laugh. "It's so fuckin' hot."

Elliott cupped Sebastian's face, pulling him forward and capturing his lips.

"I don't care for canes, but I would like you to wrap your hands around my throat and choke me," Elliott purred. Sebastian moaned into his mouth, sliding his hands up to caress Elliott's neck, rubbing his thumbs up and down on either side of his Adam's Apple. Elliott sucked in a breath. " Yes ," Elliott cooed, and Sebsatian tightened his hands around his neck. "Harder, Darling, like you fucking mean it."

Sebastian's moan shuddered out of him and he tightened his grip further, and Elliott's lips parted as he felt the blood rush inside of his head. Elliott moaned, shutting his eyes and raking his fingernails down Sebastian's hips as they stuttered in their rhythm. Elliott felt Sebastian's prick bottom out inside of his channel, and he flexed his ass around him and then squeezed with his core, delighting in the feeling of his shaft inside of him. Sebastian moaned lewdly above him, his fingers spasming. Elliott slapped him on the ass with his other hand and Sebastian sucked in a breath and released his grasp on his neck.

Elliott greedily sucked in a lungful of air, sliding his hands up Sebastian's back and pulling him into a brutal kiss as the oxygen rushed back into his brain. Sebastian fisted his hands in Elliott's hair, drawing Elliott's head back and panting down at him until Elliott opened his eyes and looked up at him through his lashes. Sebastian sucked in a breath as he looked down at him.

"Goddamn," Sebastian said under his breath, his eyes stormy and hungry. Elliott swallowed, licking his lips and still panting up at him as he caught his breath.

"Is something the matter, Precious?" he said, letting the corners of his mouth curl upwards. "Don't pretend like you don't casually choke Sam at the slightest opportunity. Or is it different because I didn't melt into a submissive puddle? Am I too bossy while you hurt me?"

Sebastian shook his head, staring at him with those eyes .

"You look at me like I hung the fuckin' moon or something," Sebastian breathed. "It feels like a bomb goes off in my chest every time. Makes me wanna come from how much you look like you would do anything for me."

Elliott licked his lips, burning with need for the man above him, and he struggled again to take in his next breath, and not because he'd just had his throat squeezed. He barely managed to laugh huskily at him as emotion flooded him.

"Let's not get into how fucking devoted I am to you and Sam, Dearheart," Elliott said softly. "For every flowery thought I give voice to, there are dozens that I hold back to avoid sounding positively deranged . You tease me enough for what I do say."

Sebastian tightened his hands in Elliott's hair.

"Tell me," he murmured. Elliott shuddered, bucking his hips on Sebastian's cock and trying to distract him. Sebastian ignored him, the bastard, and swept Elliott's hair behind his ear, cradling him close like he was precious, like he was cuddling him on the sofa, not spearing him to the root of his girthy prick. "I promise not to tease you."

Elliott stared up into Sebastian's eyes, his head swimming and his heart thudding in his chest. He was supposed to be getting fucked right now, not fucking interrogated. They were supposed to be growling and clawing and moaning, desperate to make the other come in wretched agony. Sebastian was supposed to be in charge of this. Elliott was supposed to be telling Sebastian how good he felt inside of him, not being bullied into reciting fucking poetry. Still, the words left him without thought, without restraint, looking up into those cobalt eyes. Those fucking vicious orbs that lacerated his soul with their gaze.

"I feel as if I'm an empty husk in your absence, burnt to cinders by my need to see your face," Elliott breathed, aware that his voice was breaking, and that he was treading dangerously in the emotional waters that had begun to rise around him. The kind of waters that made him sound like a horrific, love-obsessed lunatic. "And yet, the moment I hear your boots on the wood of my porch, my soul rises from the ashes on gilded wings. My heart feels so cold and lifeless, Sebastian, and then I look at you, or at Sam, and I feel such radiant warmth inside that I could burn for you all over again. I would grovel at your feet for the scant possibility that you would look upon me and let my name escape your lips. Hearing my name come out of your mouth makes me ache for you so desperately that I could weep ."

Sebastian cupped Elliott's face and rubbed his thumb across his lower lip.

"Elliott," Sebastian said, and his voice was rough, thick with emotion that Elliott desperately tried not to assign premature meaning to. Elliott's eyes drifted shut at the sound of it, his fingers digging into Sebastian's hips, willing him to go back to thrusting inside of him instead of sitting there , and letting Elliott feel him . "Look at me."

Elliott tilted his face up to Sebastian's above him, looking up at him through his lashes, growing damp with tears. Was this bastard trying to make him cry ? Now ? Of course he wasn't , Elliott was just a foolish, needy romantic who had been stupid enough to let his heart run rampant instead of bothering to restrain himself.

Elliott was the one that made men cry through their orgasm, not the other way around. And Sebastian had chosen to tear Elliott to pieces right now ? He couldn't wait ten fucking minutes for them both to climax? Elliott would happily weep for him after they'd assured their pleasure in each other's bodies.

Still, Sebastian stared at him as if he were truly an angel before him, and Elliott would burn the world if it meant that Sebastian kept looking at him like that.

"You may as well have hung the moon for how I feel about you, Sebastian," Elliott choked. "You hung the moon and Sam placed each and every star in the sky to keep me company while I muddled through twenty years of heartbreak for the two of you to come to me."

Elliott whimpered as Sebastian's eyes smoldered down at him. Elliott's pulse felt like a freight train in his ears, and he reached up to cover the quiver of his mouth, turning his face away. Sebastian grabbed him by the chin and pulled his face back. Elliott covered his eyes with his hand so that he could try and catch his breath.

"I told you to look at me," Sebastian said in frustration.

"Darling, I can't ," Elliott breathed, his lips parted as he shuddered for breath in Sebastian's grasp. This man, who was buried to the hilt inside of him, who had stopped fucking him to make him suffer like this. Sebastian grabbed him by both of his wrists and pinned them down to the mattress with one hand. Elliott shook his head, struggling weakly against him and looking back up into those eyes , those oceans of deep, frozen darkness that haunted his every thought. Elliott whimpered as he gazed at Sebastian, pleasure flooding him to look into those eyes, even as he wanted to flinch away from him. "Sebastian, please. I'm a fucking embarrassment as it is, let me keep this for myself. I will be weak for you, I will cry for you, I will grovel at the altar of your divinity, but do not humiliate me further by making me confess that I am in love with you."

Sebastian hovered above him, and Elliott squeezed his eyes shut, setting his jaw tightly and bracing himself for Sebastian to pull away. Sebastian's hand released his wrists and slid down to his throat again. The other one joined it, and Elliot shuddered in pleasure and vulnerability. Yes . He wanted to hurt , he wanted to be ravaged , he wanted Sebastian to devastate him. Let this be swept away. Let him find footing in being deviant and ravishing .

Sebastian only squeezed his neck affectionately, and then his hands slid further down to Elliott's chest, then back up again until he cradled Elliott's face.

"It's not a confession if I already know," Sebastian finally said.

Elliott felt as if his chest was imploding, and his fingers dug into Sebastian's thighs. He felt tears streak down his face as he let his head fall back into the pillows, taking a shuddering breath. If Sebastian's cock wasn't throbbing so fiercely inside of him that he could feel the man's pulse, he would write the encounter off as lost, his weakness for this man having sabotaged any hope of appearing mysterious and beautiful while they made love.

"Of course," Elliott finally said, wishing that he wasn't pinned to the bed so that he could rub his face and pretend that he was irritated instead of devastated. "I'd be more alarmed if you hadn't noticed, Precious. Of course I'm in love with you. As both of you said: I am not subtle."

"You're not subtle, but you're mine," Sebastian said. Elliott shuddered out his breath and his eyes shot to Sebastian's face above him. Sebastian leaned over him and nuzzled into the soft area underneath his jaw before sitting up again and commanding him with his gaze. "You're mine and Sammy's. You belong to us, now, Elliott, and we don't wanna let you go. Ever . That okay with you?"

A sob wracked Elliott's body, quite without his own consent, and Sebastian grasped his face, turning it to kiss him tenderly. Elliott's free hands flew to Sebastian's shoulders, biting into the muscle with his nails before Sebastian sat up again and gently pulled out of him. Elliott whimpered and reached for him.

"Yoba, no , Darling, please don't stop, I didn't mean to get emotional. I'm just a fool, ignore me and my ridiculous feelings . I'm not asking for everything, or even much of anything from you, I want nothing more than to be allowed to be in your lives–"

"I'm rolling you over so I can fuck you harder," Sebastian murmured, and he grasped Elliott by the hip, spinning him onto his belly. Elliott sobbed as Sebastian arranged his legs and straddled him from behind, slapping Elliott's buttock. Elliott squealed, looking over his shoulder at Sebastian and biting his lip.

Sebastian's eyes burned up at him when they flicked up to his face, and then he guided his prick between Elliott's cheeks to his entrance and pushed inside. Elliott moaned lewdly, burying his face in the pillow and sobbing again, half in pleasure, this time, as the new angle brought the head of Sebastian's prick gliding across his prostate more directly. Sebastian's hand fisted in his hair, and his other hand pulled Elliott's hips up to meet him as he began thrusting, letting his hips swing punishingly into Elliott's body.

Elliott sobbed again, arching his back up and turning to watch Sebastian's frantic pace inside of him, panting from the feel of it plunging into his body and drilling against his prostate. This new position left room for Elliott to stroke his cock, and he reached one hand beneath him to tug at his length, trying to distract himself from the spectacle he was making by burying his face into the pillows as he tried to wrestle for control of his emotions.

"Elliott," Sebastian growled, leaning across him and snuffling into his ear. Elliott whined, canting his hips backwards up onto his knees, pushing himself against Sebastian's rhythm, desperate to feel as much of him as he could. " Fuck , Elliott ."

"Oh, fuck , Sebastian," Elliott huffed. "You feel so good inside me," Elliott gasped, whimpering as Sebastian hooked his arm across the far side of his shoulders and down his chest, lifting him up towards him. Elliott slid his hand down to the head of his own prick and squeezed it until his eyes watered once more. "Your prick is so thick , Precious, it drives me to madness when you fuck me."

Sebastian groaned into his ear, sinking his teeth into the shell of it. Elliott whined, fisting his free hand in the blankets.

"Call me your beloved," Sebastian growled. Elliott sputtered.

" S-Sebastian ," he whimpered, even as his hand swirled wetly around the head of his prick, sending sparks behind his eyes as Sebastian moaned lewdly in his ear.

"You'll call me a whore and a slut at the drop of a hat but you can't say that I'm your beloved? You can't tell me that you love me while I'm fucking the shit out of you?"

Elliott buried his face in the pillow beneath him once more, then cried out as Sebastian yanked his head back up. The ache in his neck went straight to Elliott's prick, making it jump in his grasp.

"A dozen men have left me for far less than that, Darling," Elliott breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as he panted rhythmically under Sebastian's exertions. Sebastian stilled above him, and Elliott whined, bucking his hips back against him and squeezing the base of his own prick. "Don't stop," he gasped. "Yoba, please, don't stop, Sebastian, I'm so close. Your fat prick feels fucking breathtaking inside of me, Dearheart, don't stop."

Sebastian pulled out to the head of his prick and slammed himself all the way to the root, tearing a hungry moan from Elliot's throat.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you, Elliott," Sebastian murmured in his ear. Elliott's breath hitched, and Sebastian's hands slid down his arms, pinning him down to the bed at his biceps as he began thrusting into him again. Elliott cried out, his feet kicking up behind them and squeezing against Sebastian's thighs with his calves. Elliott's hand was trapped now, squeezing at the base of his cock between his torso and the mattress. Sebastian kissed Elliott's temple and pulled out as far as Elliott's legs allowed, rolling his hips slowly in and out along almost the full length of his prick, nuzzling Elliott's jaw. "I didn't know I could want two people this much until you looked at me after you came in my mouth that first night on the couch and I realized I would do fucking anything for you to look at me the way you did right then, and just now. The way you look at me makes me feel like I'm gonna die from wanting you so badly. I cried while I railed Sammy in my bedroom that night, because all I could think about was getting you to look at me like that every second that I'm breathing. Getting you to tell me that you love me. Making you come so hard that you see stars until you want to give me everything ."

Elliott felt tears run in steady tracks down his cheeks, and then he moaned as Sebastian swept one of them up with his tongue.

" Yoba ," Elliott sobbed. "It's yours , Sebastian, everything , my body, my heart, my life, my very soul . Please , yes, make me come , Darling, I want to come so badly."

Sebastian buried himself as far as he could into Elliott, then nuzzled into the hollow behind Elliott's ear.

"You're the most gorgeous fucking creature I've ever laid eyes on," Sebastian growled at him.

Elliott cried out, bucking his hips into the mattress beneath Sebastian's form above him, gripping the cock inside of him and riding the violent waves through his entire body as he climaxed.

" Fuuuuck ," Elliott growled, vaguely noticing that Sebastian had started moving inside of him, humping him from the root of his cock and sending sparks behind his eyes.

" Elliott ," Sebastian sobbed into his hair, and his breath left him in a rush beside Elliott's ear, his prick kicking in his rim. "It feels so fucking good inside of you when you come. I'm– fuck – You're making me come inside of you, Beautiful."

Elliott was aware enough to realize that Sebastian had just called him beautiful as he bred him raw, and a second, sweeter orgasm triggered in him, sending tremors of lightning down his spine as his prick erupted all over again across his blanket and his abdomen. Elliott buried his face in the pillow in his arms, whimpering into the softness.

" Sebastian ," he sobbed, letting the pillow swallow his weakness.

Sebastian stayed locked above him, one hand grasping him by his hair and the other biting viciously into Elliott's hip, his nails no doubt leaving deep, violent-looking cuts. He breathed raggedly into Elliott's hair for several moments and Elliott nuzzled into his pillow, permitting himself to take stock of every desperate, agonizing sensation he was feeling, committing it to his memory to revisit when he was feeling masochistic.

Slowly, finally, Sebastian carefully pulled out of Elliott's spent body and pulled at Elliott's side until he rolled onto his back, taking the pillow clutched in Elliott's arms and shoving it beneath his head. Elliott couldn't face him, reaching up to throw his arm across his eyes as he gasped for breath.

Sebastian slid off of the bed and Elliott heard him moving around the bedroom for a moment, and he startled as Sebastian gently wiped the mess off of Elliott's stomach with the towel he'd abandoned on the floor. The crushing silence that fell on the room after such a vocal interlude let Elliott hear the gentle brush of terry cloth as Sebastian folded the towel in on itself, and then the light sound of it landing somewhere near the laundry hamper.

Elliott trembled, and Sebastian's hand ran up his thigh.

"Come and take a bath with me," Sebastian said, his hand coming up to rest on Elliott's chest. Elliott shook his head and Sebastian grabbed his thigh, pulling at his leg. "It's not a suggestion, Babe," he said. "Come get in the tub with me."

Elliott blushed, covering his face with both of his hands as he shook his head. His legs felt weak. His spine felt weak. Elliott felt like he was made of ashes after burning so brightly under Sebastian's ministrations, and that moving would send him crumbling into dust on the wind.

"I don't think I can walk, Dearheart," Elliott finally said in a small voice, feeling distant in his own body. Sebastian stopped pulling on his arm and stood next to him for a moment, not letting go of him.

"Then lean on me," he seemed to settle on, crawling onto the bed and pulling back the duvet, putting his back against the headboard.

Elliott hesitated, then shook his head and dropped his hands from his eyes, waving one of them through the air.

"Precious, don't be silly, I'm twice your size. Just give me a moment to breathe and I'll be alright."

Sebastian held his hand out to him.

"Elliott, get up here and cuddle with me because you're shivering so hard that your muscles are gonna cramp. At best you're in sub space and at worst you're having a panic attack. Either way, you need to drink some water and settle down and get warm. You're too big and muscley for me to manhandle you the way I can with Sammy, so I need you to work with me."

Elliott blinked at him for a long time, realizing that he felt cold and he was shivering. He blushed and carefully obeyed, using both of his hands for balance as he clumsily crawled across the bed and turned to lean back against Sebastian's chest under the blanket.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I feel very foolish."

Sebastian shook his head, gathering Elliott's hair and putting it over his shoulder so that it didn't get trapped between them.

"Sorry for what?"

Elliott couldn't think of anything besides his own confession, which already wasn't a secret. For weeping on him during the sex that he'd initiated? For dismantling the illusion that he had any semblance of control over himself? For failing spectacularly at acting charming and debonair about the whole thing?

"Am I crushing you?" Elliott asked instead of answering, not looking at Sebastian.

"No," Sebastian said, reaching for the water bottles on the nightstand beside them and setting them on the blanket at their side, opening one and taking a drink, then holding it upright on the blanket beside them, still open.

Elliott watched Sebastian's hand, chewing his lip.

"I don't think I'm in sub space," he said after a moment. "And a panic attack seems extreme."

Sebastian shrugged, his hand stroking slowly down Elliott's bicep with his free hand.

"Maybe not, but you're still freaking out," Sebastian said. "I've seen you come enough times to know that this isn't normal for you. I don't think getting fucked in the ass is going to make your orgasm so different that you start to dissociate. So, aftercare it is."

Elliott blushed, reaching up to rub behind his neck.

"The orgasms were the good part," he muttered. "The orgasms were incredible . There were two of them, I don't know if you noticed. I climaxed a second time, after you… called me beautiful again."

Sebastian nodded.

"Oh, I noticed . Your ass squeezed my cock so hard that I thought it was gonna hurt you."

Elliott hummed passively, frowning at the blankets.

"I'm sorry for… that."

"Elliott, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry I pushed you," Sebastian said. "I shouldn't have tried to make you say that stuff when we haven't talked about it before. That was really selfish of me. I feel like a dick."

Elliott dropped his hand from the back of his neck, shaking his head.

"But you're right . I do love you," he said, keeping his eyes on his own legs under the blankets. Sebastian took another drink from his water and then held up the bottle, shaking it at Elliott.

"And that… humiliates you," Sebastian said.

Elliott heard the way he guarded his voice, and he wished that he could soothe it away, but Sebastian was still right . Elliott did feel ashamed that he'd fallen this desperately for the first warm embrace that had shown him the barest scrap of attention without having to be seduced first. It had only taken an incomprehensible set of text messages and a twenty minute conversation for Elliott to fall hopelessly, recklessly in love. He was so desperate to hold onto them, and that terrified him, because it meant that if something ended it, he would have to cobble himself back together from the ground up. He could do little but marvel at the miracle before him and try his best not to spoil it with his crippling yearning for the two of them, and the first opportunity to be primal and loving with one of them had turned into… this .

Elliott sighed, taking the water bottle that Sebastian held up at him and sipping at it. It was room temperature, and it felt like nothing in his mouth, but he guzzled half of it, then held it in both of his hands on top of the duvet.

"You shouldn't take my humiliation as a personal affront, it has nothing to do with you or your actions. I often humiliate myself with the absurdity of my own emotions," Elliott said, hearing how dejected his own voice sounded. He longed to wallow in his sadness, but he couldn't, not with Sebastian cradling him like he was something precious. "I was in love with you the moment you stripped my spirit bare with your gaze in the saloon. The last three weeks have left me so raw and desperate for the two of you that, whenever I see you, I think surely the next time we part will be the death of me. It happens so many times that, when we're apart, I can hardly think of anything besides when I next get to look upon your faces. It's been twenty days, Sebastian. What kind of lovesick fool makes declarations like that , like I just did, while you were inside of me , and means them with his whole heart after less than three weeks? I can think of at least a dozen men who have left me bereft for far less than pretty words, and that was without this depth of feeling in my heart. I'm meant to be mysterious, and exotic, and sensual, and instead I am a caricature of beauty and romance and love, and I am a fool . But you are my beloved, and I have little power to tell myself otherwise. If you meant even a fraction of what you said to me a moment ago, Sebastian, I…"

Elliott trailed off, unable to find a suitable demonstration of his devotion besides weeping. He was going to weep plenty at the intensity of his need for these men, as he had wept dozens of times over, usually hidden carefully behind closed doors. Sebastian already knew that, though.

Sebastian knew everything.

Sebastian's arms slid around his shoulders and pulled him back against his chest, nuzzling into his hair.

"Of course I meant it. Why would I lie about it? I'm trying to keep you, not impress you."

Elliott stared down into the remaining water in the bottle in his hands, feeling hollow inside.

"You said… you said that this could remain between us?" he said, his voice raw. "You won't tell Sam?"

Sebastian hesitated, his body almost imperceptibly stiffening behind Elliott's back.

"What do you want to keep from him? Which part?"

Elliott blushed.

"That I sobbed poetry at you and wept while you fucked me. That I fell so deep into my own heart after you bred me that you had to bully me into cuddling with you. As I said, I have appearances to uphold. That wasn't very confident and dominant of me."

Sebastian laughed gently behind him.

"Oh, that . Yeah, that's fine. I won't tell him that you said he hung the stars. You should tell him, though, sometime when you guys are getting all cuddly together. It would make him go all soft and giggly. He'd probably cry, too. You should tell him everything . Sam's a huge sap."

Elliott bit his lip.

"What did you think I wanted to keep from him?"

Sebastian wrapped his hands around Elliott's shoulders, pulling him against his chest and nuzzling into his ear.

"That you dropped the L word. I'm not going to make a big deal about it, but it's a big step. He needs to know where everything stands."

Elliott smiled sadly at his blanket-covered legs.

"And where is that, Darling? Where do we stand after… that ?"

Sebastian kissed the back of Elliott's head.

"You and I had one-on-one crazy hot sex without any condoms, I got to top you and nut inside you before he did, and you're in love with us as much as we're in love with you. You dropped the L word before Sam did, so he doesn't have to hold onto it as hard as he has been, and our mission to seduce you into being our second husband is going very well. I would even call it 'ahead of schedule.'"

Elliott blushed, reaching up to grasp Sebastian's hands on his shoulders. Husband . Forever . Obsessed . Addicted . Sebastian was a master at finding the exact words that gave hope to Elliott's fool heart. Too much hope.

"If I hadn't said so just now, would you have told him that I had said that I love you? Have I incriminated myself by clarifying my besotted ramblings?"

Sebastian took the water bottle from Elliott and finished it, then put the lid back on it and tossed it in the general direction of the towel on the floor.

"You dropped it pretty fuckin' hard while I was fucking you, Babe, I don't know if you were listening to yourself. You definitely said it more than once in the middle of all of the flowery shit coming out of your mouth after I choked you."

"Of course," Elliott whispered. "I suppose I did. How silly of me to forget."

"Hey, I like when you tell me the flowery stuff in your head when we're together," Sebastian said. "I tease you, but I like it."

Elliott squeezed Sebastian's hands.

"I think of them when I'm away from you, as well. Shall I pen the depths of my weakness onto parchment and give them to you when I see you? Leave them in your mailbox as pathetic, enamored love notes?"

Sebastian nuzzled into the base of Elliott's skull, his warm breath ghosting down his spine.

"If you want to. I don't really get a lot out of reading poetry, but I'll listen if you read it to me when we're together. I'm gonna tease you about it, but I wanna hear it. But Sam would lose his mind if he started getting random love poems from you. You'd just have to read them to him, with his dyslexia. You could record it on your phone and send it to him. He's fucking obsessed with your voice already, he'd probably come in his pants listening to you speak to him in his headphones."

Elliott turned beneath the duvet and slid his hand up Sebastian's chest, looking up at him for the first time since they'd settled together.

"I didn't dislike when you pushed me," Elliott said softly. "It was no small party to my arousal. Making beautiful boys cry while I'm pleasuring them is one of my favorite pastimes. It appears to go both ways."

Sebastian smirked.

"Let me know when you wanna explore that and I'll help you figure out how you want me to be mean to you."

Elliott hummed, pressing his lips to Sebastian's shoulder and then pulling the blanket back and slipping out of the bed.

"I don't know that it's cruelty, so much as forcing me to confront that I am a hopelessly romantic fool and continuing to fuck me anyway. At least you still want to associate with me in spite of that shortcoming."

Sebastian hummed, leaning his head back against the headboard and shutting his eyes.

"It's not a shortcoming. Cruel or not, let me know when you're feeling subby and we can do that thing with the ginger gag and I'll slap you around."

Elliott rubbed his face and picked up the bath towel that Sebastian hadn't used to wipe him down with, then he saw the mess he'd left on the duvet cover. He grimaced.

"I wish I'd bothered to put down a towel."

"Sorry," Sebastian said, snickering as he raked his fingers through his fringe, resettling his hair into place. "I guess you were on your back until I flipped you over. That was probably on purpose, huh? My bad."

Elliott sighed, then started untying the corners of the cover.

"Curse my yearning for beauty over modernity," he grumbled, shaking his head. "I wonder if I can pay Emily to install a zipper into this cover since I'm going to be entertaining you two boys from now on. Surely these ties can be moved to a single side and sewn in place for the aesthetics."

Sebastian laughed, pulling the far corner of the duvet towards him to help Elliott untie it. He finished both of his sides, and then he watched Elliott fumble with his ties for a moment.

"Hey," he said, reaching out and grasping the duvet in front of Elliott's hands. Elliott looked up, smiling softly at him.

"Yes, Darling?" he croaked. He heard his own voice and cleared his throat, repeating himself slightly louder. "Yes, Darling?"

"Go clean up. I'll take care of this. Is there another one you want me put on?"

Elliott stopped his awkward fumbling, looking down at it. Then he blushed as Sebastian gently pulled the duvet out of his hands and untied the neat bow holding it on.

"Erm… not really. I didn't…." Elliott shook himself and cleared his throat again. "No, I only have the one. I was going to leave it bare for tonight. Unless you think we may make another mess of it?"

"Probably not," Sebastian said. He chuckled. "I'm pretty wiped."

Elliott smiled at him.

"Same," Elliott said. "I'm rather worn out."

Sebastian nodded, getting to his feet and joining Elliott at the end of the bed. He rested his hand on Elliott's arm, looking up at him.

"You go and wash up," he said. "Rinse, and take care of whatever you want to take care of, and then come back, okay? Do you… want me to come with you?"

Elliott looked at him in surprise.

"No," he said, laughing breathlessly. "Wh-why would I need–" Elliott caught himself, hearing his own voice again and realizing that he sounded half-hysterical and Sebastian was trying to care for him. Elliott sounded like a mess. He could only imagine how he must look at the moment. Elliott looked over at Sebastian and finally smiled awkwardly at him, bringing his hands up to hold Sebastian's face. "No, you don't need to assist me," he said. "Thank you. I'll return shortly."

Elliott bent his head and kissed Sebastian before he retreated to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it for a moment. He crossed to the sink and turned it on, planting his hands on either side of the counter. His hands were still trembling, and he tried not to wallow in self-pity. Arguably, this was the best reaction and experience he could have hoped for in the face of such a ridiculous confession.

He grabbed a face cloth and soaked it, then squeezed it out, grounding himself on the heat of the water as he wiped down his chest and stomach, and then he carefully cleaned his cock. Then he toileted and finished tidying himself and returned to the bedroom.

Sebastian had folded the duvet cover in on itself so that neither of them would touch the mess on the inside, and he'd re-folded the soiled towel as well, and set them both on top of the laundry hamper.

Sebastian looked up at him from under the bare duvet, holding his phone.

"Hey," he said, smiling at him and lifting up the covers for him to slide beneath. "Did you wanna send these to Sammy? Or do you want me to hold onto them? We can send them tomorrow, or we can wait until I get some time alone with him and show him in person. I can also send them to you and delete them off of my phone and you can think about it on your own and then do whatever you want to do with them."

Elliott looked over at the phone and bit his lip.

"I don't know that I can take a hit to my ego at the moment if they're unattractive. Will I regret asking to see them before you send them?"

Sebastian smirked at him.

"You can vet them, if you want, but, trust me, they're plenty hot. If you don't like any of them, we should wait until tomorrow before I delete them, so you can sleep on it 'cuz you're kinda raw right now, but tomorrow I'll delete whatever ones you want me to. Even if it's all of them. You should look, though. Take the ego stroke. You deserve it, it feels really good."

Elliott raised himself up on his elbow on one side, with Sebastian curled up against his chest, holding his phone where Elliott could see it. Elliott looked down at the photos as he slid his hand down Sebastian's bare flank.

" Well ," he said, blinking down at the one that Sebastian had open. The first one, with him lying in repose across the pillows, looking up at Sebastian. "It's good to know I've still got it," he said, chuckling. "I don't often see myself at that angle."

Sebastian licked his lips.

"Your ass is incredible , El," he said.

Elliott hid his face against the back of Sebastian's head, blushing.

"Thank you, Dearheart," he said softly. Sebastian swiped to the next photo of Elliott's green eyes smoldering at him over the top of his bicep. Elliott caught his breath. "... Oh . I see."

"Your eyes are fuckin' intense," Sebastian said, nodding. "It only gets stronger the more turned on you get."

"No wonder you insisted I look at you," Elliott murmured. Sebastian swiped through the next few photos, and then got to the one of his cock pressing between Elliott's lips. " Goodness ," he chuckled, slipping his hand around Sebastian's waist and pressing up against him from behind so that he could crane his head over his shoulder. "I may have to convince myself not to seduce you for another round," he mused, trailing his fingers through Sebastian's nearly trimmed pubic hair.

"I told you," Sebastian said, ignoring his hands. "These pictures are crazy hot."

Elliott pressed his lips to Sebastian's shoulder, giggling.

"Perhaps I should start an EveryFans to promote my books," he said.

Sebastian looked over at him.

"I mean, you could . Sammy and I would model with you. We'd just have to wear masks, and you gotta cover his tattoo so he doesn't get recognized. I don't really give a shit if I get recognized, though."

Elliott frowned.

"Then why hasn't he started his own account wearing his puppy mask?"

"Jodi would wonder where the money is coming from, and if it was tied to him at all, his job could get tied to it, too. If it's for you, though, and all the money is in your hands, then it's easier for him to fade into the background as just the model guy that you're fucking."

Sebastian kept swiping through the photos, but Elliott stopped looking at them, nuzzling into the base of Sebastian's neck.

"You can send them," Elliott said. "Though I don't know that I want to wait around for a response. I'm quite tired."

Sebastian shrugged.

"He's just gonna send us a picture of the cum all over his chest," he said. "He's gonna run straight to the bathroom to jerk off."

Elliott chuckled.

"Yes, I imagine he would," Elliott said. "Receiving such beautiful photos. I am very beautiful, but you are a very talented photographer. Both of you are."

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at him and chuckled.

"Thanks." He handed Elliott his phone, open to Sam's text messages, with the photos of Elliott already attached. "You wanna say anything?" He asked.

Elliott shook his head and hit send, then held onto the phone as he reconsidered.

He tapped the little microphone on the side of the keyboard and held the bottom of the phone towards his mouth, making his voice husky and tired sounding. It wasn't a far stretch from where it was already.

"We're going to bed now, Pretty," he said. "Sebastian has fucked me so well that I cried, and I've had two orgasms. I'm quite tired from the effort."

Sebastian chuckled.

"Fuck off," he said, rolling over to face Elliott and putting his arm around his waist, snuggling down against him.

Elliott smiled at him.

"Someday it's going to be you cuddled into my chest like this, but until then I'll simply bid you to enjoy the photographs and go to sleep. Goodnight, my pet."

"'Nihht, Smmeh," Sebastian said, his face buried into Elliott's breast.

Elliott ended the recording and hit send.

"We should plug in your phone, Beloved," Elliott said.

Sebastian peeked sideways up at him without moving his head.

"Say it again," he said softly.

Elliott stroked his fingers through Sebastian's hair.

"Say what, Darling?" Elliott teased.

Sebastian huffed and reached above his head, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into Elliott's face.

"Tell me you love me," Sebastian said, sitting up and looking down at Elliott. "Call me your beloved."

Elliott pulled the pillow away from his face and cupped Sebastian's face, sitting up to meet him.

"I'm not sure what you're implying. Surely it's too soon, Darling," Elliott mused. "I couldn't possibly be in love with you after only twenty days. If you want to confess your feelings to me, of course, I'd be delighted to humor you–"

Sebastian grabbed the pillow again and shoved it into Elliott's face.

"You dick," Sebastian huffed, and he started to crawl over Elliott to head for the small nest of phone cables on the dresser.

Elliott caught Sebastian by the thighs as he straddled him and he sat up, letting the pillow fall beside him. He reached up and cradled Sebastian's face, gazing up at him. Sebastian bit his lip, blushing.

"Oh, Sweetling, don't be cross," Elliott cooed, rubbing his thumb back and forth on Sebastian's cheek. "Forgive me. I'm trying to scrape together the final shreds of my dignity. It was in poor taste."

Sebastian rested his hands on Elliott's shoulders.

"Tell me you love me so I can say it back," he said.

Elliott sucked in a breath and dug his fingers into Sebastian's hips.

"Darling, if you aren't ready, I don't want you to feel like you have to–"

"Stop it, Elliott."

Elliott pressed his lips together, sliding his hands up Sebastian's waist and pulling him close.

"I love you," he said softly.

Sebastian whimpered, pressing his forehead to Elliott's.

"I love you, too," he murmured.

Elliott shut his eyes, feeling high on the rush of air inside of his lungs, and the force of his pulse in his ears.

"I want to be inside you, Beloved," Elliott cooed, and Sebastian laughed, shaking his head.

"Like you could stay awake long enough for us to come."

Elliott chuckled at him.

"Probably not, but the sentiment is there. I want to fill you so full of me that you get drunk on it."

Sebastian nodded, sliding his fingers into Elliott's hair and capturing his lips. Elliott moaned into his mouth.

Sebastian pulled away and slid out of bed, walking over to the dresser to plug in his phone. Elliott grasped his hand to pull him into the bed when he returned, and he manhandled him into spooning. Sebastian giggled, snuggling back against Elliott's chest and burying his face into the pillow with a sigh.

"I'm so fuckin' tired," Sebastian groaned. "That hike kicked my ass."

Elliott purred at him.

"Well you have my permission to sleep as late as you need to, Darling. I don't generally feel motivated to leave the bed until at least ten in the morning."

Sebastian's text alert went off over on the dresser, and Sebastian's grasp on Elliott's arms tightened, keeping him in the bed as four more messages followed in quick succession. Elliott's phone started pinging at them, as well.

Elliott trailed his hand down Sebastian's flank, tracing little stars with his fingertip.

"He'll stop in a second," Sebastian said. "Then he'll text again in five minutes when he comes, and then he'll text again before he goes to bed once the living room is clean. He's just leaving them there for us to read in the morning."

Elliott chuckled.

"Remind me never to text you if I need help in the middle of the night," Elliott teased.

Sebastian laughed tiredly.

 "If he calls we should pick up, but if it's just texts, he's fine. We know he's at home, so it's not like he's out in the woods or something."

Elliott hummed.

"Then I suppose we'd do well to get to sleep so that we can wake up to morning sex all the sooner."

Sebastian moaned sleepily.

"Fuck, yeah, morning sex." Sebastian giggled. "G'night," he murmured.

Elliott gazed down at him, nuzzling his face into his hair.

"Goodnight, Precious."

Chapter Text

Mid-Fall, The Night After Spirit's Eve

Elliott looked up as his kitchen door opened, and smiled warmly as Sebastian set the keys on the kitchen counter and Sam came in with two bags of food from the Saloon. Sebastian shrugged off his backpack and held it up for Elliott, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Thank you, Darling," Elliott said, taking the food bags from Sam and leaning down to kiss him. Sam giggled, surging up to meet him and grabbing onto either side of Elliott's coat. "You can set your backpack in the guest room, Beloved," Elliott purred, looking over Sam's head at Sebastian. He nodded and walked over to kiss Elliott's shoulder before disappearing into the main part of the house.

"Gus had a special on the eggplant parmesan, it came with a blackberry cobbler," Sam reported, purring into Elliott's mouth. "He even gave us a container of ice cream, but it might have melted a little on the walk over. Gus said to put it in the freezer for a while, and to put the cobbler in a bowl and microwave it next to a mug with some water in it to heat it up when we were ready."

Elliott chuckled at him, pulling away and setting the food on the counter for plating.

"It sounds delicious, Beloved," he said, locating the ice cream and opening the lid. It was slightly soupy in the paper to-go cup, having been sitting on top of the warm food. Elliott replaced the lid and handed the ice cream to Sam, who walked over to the fridge on the tips of his toes, dancing across the kitchen and pulling open the freezer door.

"Are you hungry right now?" Sam asked, shutting the freezer and heading back over to Elliott as Sebastian returned without his backpack. "I could go either way."

Sebastian grunted.

"'M starving," he said. "But I can wait until after we talk."

Elliott looked over at him and pouted.

"Are you sure, Precious?"

Sebastian shrugged.

"I really wanna tell him," he said.

Sam bit his lip.

"Really?" Sam asked, blushing. "Is it time?"

"Sam, Darling, I've set out some items on the bed that I'd like to show you," he added, cupping Sam's cheek as he joined Elliott and Sebastian again. "You must promise not to peek as we walk in."

Sam giggled at him.

"Is it the thing Leah made for you?" he asked. 

Elliott nodded, reaching up to trail his fingertip down the length of Sam's nose.

"One of them, yes, still in its box. Sebastian, were you able to find everything you wanted to bring?"

"Yeah, the masks and my gloves, plus some stuff that would just be cool to keep at your place, since we're doing most of our more intense scenes here nowadays."

"What sorts of items are those, then?" Elliott purred, smiling at him.

Sebastian shrugged.

"Sammy's rug beater," Sebastian said, smirking and putting his hands in the front pocket of his jacket. "It's kinda big to use in the basement, and it makes a weird noise that I don't need to get asked about during breakfast."

Sam shuddered and giggled.

"It stings ," Sam said, licking his lips. "But if we get to use it more because it's here, then I wanna ."

"And then some extra blindfolds, a few of our CBT toys, and the leash that I like," Sebastian mused. "Not that you don't have alternatives. These are just familiar, is all."

Sam shifted on his feet, biting his lip.

"Did you bring my paddle?" he asked, blushing.

"No," Sebastian said. "Because Elliott has one you're gonna like and I still wanna have stuff at my place."

Sam's eyes lit up and he looked over at Elliott for confirmation. Elliott almost blushed, but he managed to maintain his level head by focusing on his demeanor for the discussion they were about to have.

"I wasn't aware that you had looked at them," he mused, looking Sebastian up and down. "We only went shopping in my leather."

"Your closet was open upstairs last night and I was bored and stoned while you and Sam were doing your vampire thing," he said, shrugging, and then he set his jaw like he was trying not to get embarrassed either. "It was the one on top, so I didn't, like, go digging or anything. Just a light snooping."

Elliott hummed at him, reaching out to hook his fingers in Sebastian's belt loop and pull him closer to the two of them.

"Were you the type to go snooping for Winter Star presents, as well?" Elliott teased.

Sebastian shrugged.

"Don't gotta," he mused. "Mom stopped trying by the time I was seven. Now she just makes me promise not to look in her woodshop cabinet after she starts buying presents."

Elliott hummed.

"And what else did you find in there, Beloved?" Elliott asked.

Sebastian stuck the tip of his tongue out through his teeth, smirking at Elliott.

"Do you really wanna talk about it or do you wanna tell Sammy how we're gonna make him come tomorrow?"

Elliott's eyes sparkled and he nuzzled the back of Sam's head, deciding to let the subject drop because he knew it would drive Sam to madness.

"At least tell me which paddle you think Sam would like?"

Sebastian licked his lips, the corner of his mouth turning up.

"The red one with the drill holes. It's gonna leave fun marks."

Sam looked up at Elliott, biting his lip.

"Yeah?" he asked.

Elliott hummed in pleasure, nodding.

"It would make for a delightful photo series." He slid his hand down Sam's back and cupped his buttock. "We'll have to make a point to do that."

Sam giggled, pushing back into Elliott's hand.

"One scene at a time," Sebastian said, standing up on his toes and cupping Elliott's face, drawing him into a kiss over Sam's shoulder. Elliott smiled into his lips and dragged his eyes down Sebastian's body as he sank back down on his heels. "Let's go tell him what Leah made for you."

Elliott took Sam's hand and led him into the guest bedroom, going slowly so that Sebastian could follow with his hands over Sam's eyes. They both blocked his view of the bed as they crowded him towards the armchair next to the bookshelf and sat him down to face them.

"Look at me, Precious," Elliott said, kneeling in front of him. Sebastian moved over and leaned against the footboard at the end of the bed, more effectively blocking the items spread across it. Elliott looked up at Sam and took his hand in both of his, trailing his fingers across the backs of his knuckles. Sam smiled at him, giggling.

"Can we do all of our kink chats like this? You two look like you have a sexy business proposal for me and it's pretty hot," he mused. Sebastian smirked and Elliott chuckled at him.

"It is quite the proposal," he agreed. "This is going to be very involved, Samson."

"Samson?" Sam said, one eyebrow raising. "Am I in trouble?"

Elliott shook his head, still smiling softly at him.

"No," he said. "This is a very serious matter, but it is also a gift."

"A gift?" Sam was blushing now, and his eyelids had grown heavy.

"Yeah. A gift." Sebastian said, nodding. Sam's eyes flicked over to him.

"A gift," Elliott repeated, and Sam looked back at him. "It's going to take about an hour to give to you and it will take some recovery. It's convenient that it's lined up with the weekend that I already have you both staying here with me."

"... What is it?" Sam said, excited, but still hesitant. Elliott reached out and cupped his face, tilting his chin upwards.

"I need you to listen very carefully to my instructions, Sam."

"...Okay," Sam murmured, and his breath left him as Elliott's fingertips traced down the length of his neck.

"You will not look down," Elliott said seriously. "What we're going to do to your abdomen is for the two of us to worry about and for you to feel . You may not look . You must promise not to look down."

"Promise," Sam breathed, his eyes flicking over to Sebastian as he stepped closer until he squatted down beside Elliott. Elliott grasped his chin, drawing his gaze back to his face with a needy little whimper.

"You will not twist, or thrash, or any other dramatic movements," Elliott said. "You will stay as perfectly still as you can. You will be standing, supporting your own weight. Your arms will be lashed to your thighs at the wrist, but your legs will be able to move freely. Except for your arms to your thighs, you will not be tied to anything, by anything, you will only be restrained by us if we decide to hold onto you. You are free to pull away at any time, and we will stop, and we will end the scene immediately if any of the three of us are not comfortable with moving forward. Sebastian and I will be watching you very closely, Beloved, and we must trust you to end the scene if you do not wish to continue."

"Okay…" Sam said, shifting in his seat. Elliott could see the swelling in his jeans, and he smirked, reaching up to rest his hand on Sam's cheek.

"Would you like to know more?"

Sam nodded eagerly.

"What are you gonna do?"

"We're going to give you a serious working over, my love. We're going to walk you to the cabin, we're going to cover you in quite a lot of leather, and we're going to hurt you, Sam."

Sam whimpered, swallowing and looking over at Sebastian, and then back at Elliott.

"Yeah?" he said, choking back a moan.

" I'm going to cover you in leather, and I'm going to hurt you," Elliott repeated, leaning closer. "And then Sebastian is going to give you your gift after I've warmed you up."

Sam's lips parted, his breath rushing from his lungs.

"Alright."

"You're going to put on your pup mask, so that you won't look down."

Sam whimpered. Elliott knew he wouldn't look on purpose, but he could still look without realizing until it was too late. That mask would prevent any accidental peeking.

"Okay," Sam said, nodding.

"You're going to put on one of my silicone ball gags, so that you cannot scream."

Sam shivered, nodding.

"Okay."

"We're going to empty a bucket of ice water over your head. Two of them, if we need to cool you down further. We want to make your skin especially sensitive for this scene."

Sam flinched.

"That's… okay," he said.

"Sebastian is going to use these ." Elliott raised up Sebastian's black vampire gloves and set them on Sam's lap, "And he's going to make a mess of your chest and abdomen, Darling. Really bloody you up."

"Okay," Sam whispered, his voice cracking.

The gloves always made his eyelids droop and breathing grow husky. He whimpered, whetting his lips.

"You're going to bleed ," Elliott said. "Not a lot , but quite a bit."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, staring down at the glove.

Elliott tightened his grasp on his chin until he looked up.

"And then we're going to clean your wounds with rubbing alcohol, so that it hurts ," Elliott said. "We want you to feel it , Sam. We want to hurt you."

" Fuck ," Sam moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Elliott waited as Sam took a shaky breath, and then he opened his eyes again, still at half-mast, and he nodded in Elliott's grasp. "Okay."

Elliott cupped Sam's face and leaned forward, pressing his lips to his forehead, then he straightened and glanced at Sebastian before looking back at Sam.

"And then Sebastian is going to drive his stiletto into your stomach."

Sam gasped, a harsh intake of breath, digging his fingers into his knees where they rested in his lap. He looked over at Sebastian and then back at Elliott.

"Really?" he breathed.

Elliott looked over at Sebastian.

"Do you want to show him what you've brought for him, Sebastian?"

Sebastian pulled his polished horn-handled stiletto switchblade from his pocket and flicked it open between them, the sound making Sam jump. 

He set it on Sam's lap, the nine-inch, stainless steel blade gleaming in the light from the window.

Sam just looked at it.

"I gotta clean it, obviously," Sebastian said. "We're gonna run the autoclave tonight so it'll be ready in the morning. It's not as wide as the knife I usually cut you with, so it'll go in easier. It's thinner, and it's smooth, so it won't tear your skin on the edges. If we're careful, we can get away with it. It's long, but I'm not gonna go very deep. You just have to stay completely still. It's really sharp, so it'll cut right through you if you thrash around at all. If you want this to happen, you need to do exactly as we say."

Sam stared at the knife, his eyes wide and his breathing ragged, his skin burning pink from his ears all the way down to where it disappeared into his collar.

"... oh ," he half-moaned.

"But first, I'm going to use this." Elliott opened his jacket and retrieved the box that Leah had given him the night before from his inner pocket. Sam's eyes shot over to it.

"What's–what is it?" He cleared his throat, his eyes darting from Elliott's face, to the box, to the knife sitting in his lap and back to the highly polished black box with the gleaming, cherry red sunburst in the center around where Leah's artisan logo was burned into the wood. "You said it was for me, right? For right now ? What is it?"

"This is the knife I will be using." Elliot opened the box and showed Sam. The wooden dagger gleamed in the light. Black on the tip and on the handle, with a screaming cherry red sunburst along the blade and the hilt, striped in darker and lighter tones of the wood beneath. The edge was lightly painted with stain to appear sharper than it was, and she'd polished the gloss on it to a high shine on the blade and then wrapped the handle with black and red leather cording. Sam sucked in a breath at the sight of it, a hungry moan tearing out of his throat. Elliott shivered as the look on Sam's face raced along his spine, settling into a deep, electric coil of desire in his belly. " Look at you, Darling. So excited to be hurt."

Sam looked up at him, moaning again.

"You're gonna look so fucking hot holding that, Daddy," Sam groaned.

Elliott almost kissed him, looking at the raw hunger on his face. This fucking angel of heaven that was his .

"You're glowing ," Sebastian said, his voice rough as he raked his eyes over Sam's face. The sound of it almost startled Elliott, but it stoked the embers in him as he heard the fierce desire in Sebastian's voice. "God, you're so fuckin' hot when you're turned on like this, Sammy."

Sam blushed, looking over at Sebastian and licking his lips.

"This knife," Elliott continued, drawing both of their gazes back to him, "is what I had asked Leah to make for me. It's quite beautiful, don't you think? She did an incredible job. The edge has been rounded so that it's quite safe, but the tip is pointed so that I can scratch you. That said, it is still a knife , and it's quite wicked looking, is it not?"

Sam nodded, his lips parted and his breath coming harshly between them.

"Yeah," he whimpered, staring up at Elliott's mouth.

"This is for your neck , Beloved. So that I may draw the blade across your throat and hurt you without slitting you open. I'm going to say some very upsetting things about how I'm going to cut you open, and we can take the role play wherever it goes. I don't have a script, but I'm going to get dark , Darling. Darker than we've gone before. The two of you may think differently of me after this."

Sam choked out a hungry moan, looking down at the knife again.

" Hell , yes ," he grated, fisting his hands on his lap. "I wanna know what dark means when you know the kinda shit I'm into."

Elliott nodded at him.

"Sebastian gets to be the one that enters you," he said, "but I am going to break you , Sam."

Sam moaned again.

"Oooh, fuck ," he whined, shifting in the chair enough that Sebastian took the switchblade back before it fell to the floor, folding it closed and holding it in his hand.

"Would you like that?" Elliott asked. Sam nodded, looking up into Elliott's eyes.

" Yeah ," he whispered.

"Do you want me to break you, Samson?" Elliott repeated.

" Yes ," Sam said, louder. His voice cracked, but Elliott nodded at him anyway, electing not to tease him further while he was so aroused.

"Then that is what we shall do, Beloved. Do you want to see what I'm going to dress you in? The leather pieces that I've selected for you?"

Sam glanced over at the bed and then shook his head, looking back at the knife still resting in its box in Elliott's outstretched palm.

"No," he said, distractedly. "I wanna see it when you do it. When you put it on me and stuff."

"We need to take our time with this. This is going to take quite a while, Beloved. At least an hour in the cabin, and likely hours more when we get back to the house and clean you up."

Sam bit his lip and nodded, moaning softly.

" Fuck , yes," he whispered.

"Sam…" Elliott said. Sam looked up at him and then back at Elliott's knife. Elliott waited, and then Sam looked up at him and held his gaze. "This is very important. When you fall into subspace– because you will , Beloved, because we're going to hurt you in the way that you like best– when you're floating, do you want us to keep going?"

"What?" Sam said, breathless. "Keep… going?"

"Do you want us to fuck you?" Sebastian asked.

Sam sucked in a harsh breath and looked over at him.

" Wh… oh… wha? Wh… . with the… the knife? in me?"

"Maybe," Sebastian said patiently. "Or after, depending. Either way, do you want us to fuck you or do you want to stop with getting stabbed?"

"While I'm bleeding ?"

"Probably," Elliott agreed, nodding.

"Isn't that…? couldn't that…? …Bad?"

"We've described our plan to Doctor Harvey and he says it's quite safe. We have his number on speed dial. Do you trust me?" Elliott said. "Do you trust Sebastian? With your life , Sam?"

Sam's lips parted once more and he looked at Elliott.

" Yes ," he moaned. Elliott cupped his face again.

"Then if you are aware enough to enjoy it," Elliott said softly, "with Sebastian having plunged his blade into your belly, the two of us will have our way with you."

"Oh, fuck ," Sam moaned. " Yeah . Yeah, I want that so bad, Elliott."

"I want it, too," Elliott purred. "And that is what we shall do."

Sam blushed.

"That's it?" Sam chewed his lip, looking over at Sebastian. "This is just… okay?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said. "I've got you. Elliott's got you. It's okay, Sammy."

Sam groaned, and Elliott rubbed his thumb across Sam's lower lip.

"I'm going to break you with my pretty wooden knife, and then Sebastian is going to have a turn with his real knife, and he's going to thrust it into you, and you are going to be a very good boy for us and keep still until we've put the blades away, Darling, and then I'm going to fuck you, and then Sebastian will have a turn, and he'll fuck you, too. We're going to fill you up with our cum. Is that alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah ." Sam moaned, and Elliott snapped the little box shut, making Sam jump in the chair, and Elliott returned it to his inner pocket.

"Tonight, we're going to heat up our dinner and get comfortable, and then you're both going to share my bed with me. In the morning…" Elliott reached up and pinched Sam's nose affectionately. "In the morning , I'm going to scare you, Darling, and our beloved Sebastian is really going to hurt you."

Sam nodded, biting his lip.

"Okay."

"I love you," Elliott said, holding Sam's face in both of his hands.

Sam flushed, reaching up to hold Elliott's wrists.

"I love you, too," he said seriously. "I love you so much , Elliott."

Elliott smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss his forehead again.

"You know that you are my beloved and I would never seriously injure you, but I am going to hurt you."

Sam nodded, scissoring his thighs together.

" Yeah ," he said, nibbling his lip.

Elliott stood up and Sebastian took his place, planting his hands on either side of Sam on the arms of the chair, leaning over him.

"I love you," Sebastian said seriously, and Sam moaned, reaching up and fisting his hands in Sebastian's shirt.

"I love you, too," Sam moaned. Sebastian cupped the back of his head and kissed him, drawing a sweet sigh of pleasure from Sam's mouth, and then Sebastian pulled back, pressing their foreheads together.

"Do you need a minute?" he asked, stroking Sam's hair.

Sam shook his head.

"No, I'm good. We should go eat dinner, though, so you can eat before we have sex on the couch."

Sebastian cackled, planting his hand on Sam's face and shoving him away as he stood up straight.

"Nope. Elliott and I are gonna fuck without you and I'm gonna cuff you to the headboard so you can't even jerk off while you watch," Sebastian said, turning and heading out of the room without another word.

Sam giggled as Elliott offered his hand out to him and Elliott pulled him to his feet.

"You gonna bottom, Ellie?" Sam asked, licking his lips. Elliott rested his other hand on the small of Sam's back, sweeping him out of the room.

"We'll see what happens in the moment, Beloved," Elliott said, leaning in and brushing his lips across the curve of Sam's ear. "I'm going to do whatever our sweet prince wants me to do to him, and I'm going to let him do whatever it is he wants to do to me, and you will watch."

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"Sam," Elliott said. Sam looked up at him. "Sam, would you rather I put the plug in first? Or do you want to wait until after we've cooled you down."

Sam blushed.

"There's a plug?"

"Yes. There's a plug to play with your ass while I play with your neck. It's to save time when I'm finally desperate to be inside of you."

"Mm," Sam said, giggling. " First ."

"Here," Sebastian said. He picked the plug up off of the table.

Sam's eyes darted over to it and he smiled.

"Wow," he said. "It doesn't look very big."

Sebastian raised his eyebrow and picked up the remote next to it and hit the button, showing him the pearls spinning around in the base. Sam giggled.

 "Fuuu— why haven't you shown me that before?" he said, grinning up at Elliott, his eyes dancing. "Why haven't I been wearing that all the time?"

Elliott smiled at him.

"I haven't had cause to plug you before, Darling, I'm generally about to insert my cock or my tongue."

Sam giggled.

"You can plug me anytime you want. Fuck, if you're gonna use that , you can plug me and send me home . I'll wear it all day for you, Daddy."

"Perhaps I will."

"Mmm," Sam bit his lip and whined.

"Okay, Darling." Elliott lifted the lubricant and poured it onto the plug. "The faster you show me your pretty little hole, the sooner we can get you dressed," he murmured.

"Mm," Sam planted his hands on the wall and stuck his ass out, wiggling it at him. Elliott chuckled as he took his lubricant covered fingers and slid them up and into his cleft, pushing inside with his middle finger. Sam mewled as Elliott pushed his inside and wiggled it. "Hmmm, yes, Daddy ~ ," he cooed. "Your hand is so big ."

Elliott pulled his hand away and slapped his buttock, and then pushed the end of the plug into his hole.

Sebastian looked up at the sound of the slap and smirked.

"I thought we weren't spanking him," Sebastian said.

"We won't," Elliott cooed. "Not officially , anyway." Elliott pushed his face into Sam's neck and nibbled on his ear. Sam sighed in pleasure, pushing his ass back into Elliott's hand as he used the flat of his palm to push the plug inside of him.

" Fuck ," Sam moaned.

"I almost don't want to put the ball gag in," Elliott purred. "I want to hear the naughty things that come into your mind, Precious. What a pretty little slut you are."

Sam wiggled at him.

"I mean if anyone's on the beach, they're probably gonna hear something , right?" Sam said, giggling.

Sebastian nodded.

"It's gonna be a real haunted house in here in a minute," he missed. "Moaning, and groaning. Probably some screaming. Good thing it's cold outside so no one wants to be at the beach."

"If only it were raining ," Elliott lamented. "Oh, it would be such a lovely scene, wouldn't it, Darling, if it were pouring rain outside? If it was cold , and wet , and we're covering you in ice water . Oh . Fucking breathtaking . Yoba, you're so fucking delicious." He slapped Sam's ass again and then stood up straight. "I can't fucking wait to put my knife on you."

"What are we doin' first?" Sebastian asked, studying the array on the table. Elliott looked over at him.

"The ball gag should be about last, just before the mask. I want his thoughts on the things we're going to dress him in, don't you?"

"I mean, he's gonna moan . That's plenty commentary, isn't it? You just gonna let him snark at you the whole time?"

Elliott chuckled.

"Is that what you'll do, Sam? Shall I shut you up or let you talk to me while I dress you?"

"I'll be good, Daddy," Sam whimpered. "Please let me flirt with you."

Elliott hummed, 

"Do you want to go top-down, or bottom up?" Elliott asked Sebastian.

"Inside out, right?" Sebastian asked. "Can't strap his hands down until he's got those panties on. Can't get his shoulders buckled until he has that tit harness on."

Elliott chuckled.

" Naughty . What a filthy description, my love." Elliott lifted Sebastian's chin and pulled him toward him. "Give me a kiss, Darling." Sebastian stuck his tongue out, but then he kissed him, and Elliott purred into his mouth. Elliott picked up the shoulder harness and dangled it from his crooked finger. "It's this one?"

"That is the one we picked," he agreed.

"Do you want to put him in it?"

Sebastian shook his head.

"It's your show, Babe, I'm just here for the finale. You're the one with a hard-on for all the leather."

Elliott giggled and then turned to Sam and walked up to him.

"Give me your arms, Darling." Sam helped him slide the straps down his arms and around his back and chest until the harness sat comfortably over both of his shoulders and down his biceps. Elliott turned him around and buckled it in the back, bringing the strap down low and letting it ride down his spine. " Pretty boy," he cooed. "You look so beautiful wrapped in this, my Darling."

Sam giggled at him.

"I like this, it feels really sturdy," he said.

"Wonderful. I'm glad that it pleases you. What's next?" Elliott asked, looking up at Sebastian.

"How about I just start handing you shit, and you put it on him? Then you can just hold your hand out and focus on seducing Sammy."

Elliott chuckled.

"Oh, you know me so well , Darling."

Sebastian handed him a royal blue collar, and Sam blushed.

"Blue is my favorite color," Sam said, biting his lip.

"I know," Elliott purred. He lifted the collar and held it up to Sam's neck. "I had a different one picked out for you. It went from your throat and up over your nose and mouth with laces in the back, but then Sebastian mentioned that you two had puppy masks, and the other one wouldn't work with a mask, so I picked this one instead, for my good boy ."

Sam giggled and lifted his chin, letting Elliott put the collar around his neck and buckle it from behind.

"Darling, look at me." Sam looked up at him, giving his best puppy eyes as he bit his lip. Elliott moaned. "Oh, you little slut ."

Elliott kissed Sam, and then he stepped back and held his hand out for Sebastian. A pair of thigh straps landed in his hand.

Elliott sank into a squat and wrapped his hand around Sam's ankle, lifting it. Sam planted a hand on his shoulder so he could balance, and then he did the other one, and then Elliott lifted them, drawing the leather up his thighs.

"Do you want this to be tight, Beloved?" Elliott asked as he buckled them around his thighs.

" Yeah ," Sam moaned. He cleared his throat and blushed, shifting carefully on his feet. "Not… not tight enough to cut off circulation or anything, you know, but… I… I wanna feel them."

"Mmm. I can do that, Darling," Elliott moaned as he started down the buckles. He shuddered in delight, moaning softly. "I have locks for these," he breathed.

"No locks," Sebastian said. "Not with the blood play."

Elliott looked over at him and smiled.

"I suppose that is a bit dramatic. But later ."

" Yeah . Later," Sam said. "Maybe on a bed ? Somewhere I don't have to keep myself up. Lock my ankles to my wrists and put me on display while you use me, Daddy."

" Yes ," Elliott gasped. "Perfect, I love it, Darling. Fuck , you're so beautiful."

Elliott finished with the buckles and then looked back at Sebastian. Sebastian put the arm restraints into his hand.

"Whoa," Sam said, looking at them. "Those are… those are fuckin' huge ," he said, his voice choking.

Elliott looked up at him, surprised at the strain in his voice.

"Is that a problem?"

"Don't worry," Sebastian answered for him as Sam shook his head. "That was a good noise."

" No ," Sam agreed, licking his lips. "Just.. ha…" Sam swallowed hard and shook his head. "No, yeah, it's… good."

Elliott nodded, looking up at Sebastian and then back at Sam. He got to his feet and then took Sam's hand.

"Will you hold this for me, Darling?" he cooed. Sam took one of the sleeves in his other hand as Elliott slid it's mate up his arm. He tightened the buckles at the shoulder, hooking them into his shoulder harness, and then he went to the other side and took the sleeve from Sam and putting it up his arm. 

Sam's fingers wiggled in the little mittens at the end, and he blushed.

"Hoo… I, um… I like these," he said, licking his lips. "They're really comfy."

"Goodness," Elliott purred, cupping his cheek. "I like that reaction, my love. Tell me more ."

"We don't have time," Sebastian said from the table.

"What do you mean we don't have time ? We have hours , Beloved," Elliott said, trailing his fingers down Sam's biceps as he walked around behind him and connected the straps to each other behind his back and through the dangling strap from his chest harness.

"I wanna fuck ," Sebastian said, glancing up at Elliott. "And I already have to wait for you to finish your turn before we can do that."

Sam giggled out a moan and Elliott licked his lips.

"Then I suppose we don't have time, Beloved." He laughed breathlessly at Sebastian. "What do you think, Pretty? Shall I take my cock out and give you something to suck on to torment him?"

"Don't," Sebastian said.

"I won't ," Elliott said, looking over at Sebastian in annoyance. "Darling, I'm flirting with you. I'm trying to build a scene for our submissive that we're about to cut open ."

Sebastian looked up at him, startled, and then he blushed, skirting his eyes away.

"Sorry. I'm… really into it. The waiting is killing me."

Elliott crooked his finger at Sebastian and then he smiled into Sam's hair as he walked over to join them.

"I'm into it, too, Darling. I'm not dawdling, I'm going as fast as I can without cutting corners." He reached up and cupped Sebastian's face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. "Is there anything left for his torso? Or are we ready to buckle his arms down his back?"

"Not for his torso," Sebastian said. "Since we're gonna leave his stomach free."

"Mmm. Yes . Do you have those panties?"

" Panties ?" Sam said, giggling as he parroted Elliott's accent. Sebastian held up the chastity harness already in his hand and Sam blushed, his laughter fading. " Oh . What is that ?"

Elliott chuckled at him, holding them up for him to see as he moved around in front of Sam and showed him the leather thong strap and the front panel with the straps.

"This back section will hold your plug in, Beloved, and the front will cage and display your pretty cock for us."

"Oh."

Elliott knelt down, letting Sam step into them, and then he pulled them up. Sam sucked in a breath as Elliott encouraged his testicles through the hole, and then his half-hard prick. Elliott wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked it.

"You're being so good for me, my sweet."

Sam moaned, his arms pulling at their binders like he wanted to grab onto Elliott's shoulders, but then he whimpered as they held him firm.

" Fuck ," he breathed, his eyelids growing heavy as he seemed to consider how restricted he was. His prick jumped in Elliott's hand, and Elliott cooed at him, squeezing his cock.

"Oh, yes, get hard for me, Beloved, so I can put you into these lovely straps."

"Ahh~!" Sam moaned, fisting his hands in their leather mittens, and Elliott wrapped his lips around his cock. " Fuck ," he whimpered. "I have to be hard ?"

"Mmhm. I need to make sure it fits your full size, Precious." Elliott sank his teeth into Sam's thigh, and then he pulled back, directing Sam's straining cock upwards as he began to buckle straps around it. Sam squeaked as Elliott pulled the tight.

"Oh, god , El," he whimpered.

"Mmm, just wait until we pour the ice water and start to cut on you, Darling. You're going to scream out for Yoba then, too."

" Fuck ." Elliott took Sam's mittened hand and pressed it up against his thigh harness, and then he connected the buckles together until Sam could no longer pull his arm backwards as he had a moment ago, and then he took another buckled strap and he wrapped it around his wrist, limiting him further as Elliott attached it to his hip. Sam moaned. "Umm. Ah… Um. Is there any more feet stuff? I don't know if I'll be able to balance myself for much longer if I gotta lift my feet."

Elliott laughed huskily.

"I know , isn't it fun, Darling? No, nothing else that you need to balance for. Just some ankle harnesses, but you don't need to lift your foot. They're just for effect, and they're quite beautiful. Do you like what we've chosen for you so far?"

" Yeah ."

Elliott took the leg harnesses and put them around Sam's shins, and then he buckled them around the back of his calves and up towards his knee. Then he got to his feet and he cupped Sam's face.

" Look at you, Darling, with your tits on display, and your cock tied up for me. You're fucking gorgeous like this. I could paint ropes on you with my cum just from looking at you, my love."

Sam moaned.

"Oh, Yoba , Elliott. That's so fuckin' hot. Come all over me, Daddy."

Elliott laughed.

"Darling, how do you think I feel?" Elliott laughed lower in his throat as he pressed his face into the curve of Sam's neck and inhaled deeply. "Nnnngh, fuck , I can't wait to see you cut to ribbons, Beloved." He held out his hand, looking sideways over at their partner. "The gag, Sebastian?" Sebastian was already holding the ball gag, and he put it in Elliott's hand. " Yes ."

Elliott kissed Sam, cupping the back of his head and holding him close as he thrust his tongue between his lips. Sam moaned into his mouth as Elliott pulled back and sighed huskily against Elliott's lips.

" Fuck ," Sam whimpered. " Elliott , fuck…"

Elliott pulled away, chuckling at him as Sebastian stepped forward and reached up to cup Sam's face, pulling him down for a heady kiss.

"We haven't even started, Pretty, and you're so dizzy with arousal for me that you've run out of clever lines to say while I fondle you."

Sam whined into Sebastian's mouth as he nodded, and then Sebastian pecked his lips and stepped back again, leaning Elliott to Sam.

"I'm too turned on to say anything clever, Daddy," Sam moaned. "I wanna feel good ."

"Then let's reduce you to lewd and vulgar moans and you can focus on that. Open your mouth for me, Pretty." Sam obeyed, and Elliott pushed the ball between his lips, lifting the straps so that his ears were cradled in the y-join. Elliott sighed in pleasure, clapping the two buckles around the back of his head. "So beautiful. Are you ready to be my little puppy?"

"Mmmm-hmm," Sam moaned into the ball.

"My beautiful baby boy," Elliott groaned. "My Beloved ." Elliott kissed him around the ball in his mouth, wrapping his hand around the wrist strap connected to the collar and growling low in his throat. Sam groaned, sobering as Elliott stood up straight and looked up at Sebastian. Sebastian held out the blue and black dog mask and Elliott gasped in delight. "This is a dor able, Darling," Elliott purred, picking it up and inspecting it. "The two of you make love wearing these?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said, licking his lips. "Usually, like, candle play and the sex after that… sometimes we use them for aftercare sex after we went too hard and need to deescalate. Other times we just… get naked and put 'em on. What happens, happens."

"Mmm! It sounds enchanting. I'd love to see the two of you play together, my love."

"Yeah… Sure. I mean… whene–" Sebastian cleared his throat, blushing. "Whenever. You have to wear your wolf mask, though."

Elliott nodded and then turned to Sam and looked back up into his eyes.

"Are you ready? This is going to put extra pressure on the straps for that gag. I'm going to start to turn this flirty pain into something real ." Sam moaned and nodded, turning and tilting his head just-so, offering the perfect angle for Elliott to slide it on over his head, as if Sebastian had done the same thing to him a hundred times. "Oh, Angel. You sweet, beautiful boy. You're so ready for this." Sam whimpered and Elliott slipped the mask over his head, and then he moved behind him and pulled at the laces. "How tight do you normally go?"

"It's pretty broken in. You'll see where they sit on the ties and where they're used to fitting."

Elliott looked over at Sebastian and began to pull at the laces, taking note of the ways that they naturally wanted to land.

"Oh, this is… this is quite tight, Darling. Are you… sure?" he asked.

"Nnnmm hhuh," Sam cooed in his mask.

"He likes it that way," Sebastian agreed. "The ball gag is probably digging in at a new spot, right Sammy? It's got different straps than ours. Probably feels like it's a hand grabbing your face, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Sam moaned, nodding his head languidly.

"Does it feel good , Sammy?" Sebastian asked, smirking.

"Nnnghmyeehh," Sam groaned, muffled by the mask. Elliott cupped Sam's face and his liquid baby blue eyes flew up to him.

"You look stunning," he purred. Sam whimpered at him, nuzzling his wrist. "What's your safeword signal, Beautiful?"

Sam lifted his head and shook it back and forth.

"Nuh-uh-uh-uh."

Elliott giggled at him, reaching up to grab some of Sam's neoprene muzzle and squeezing it appreciatively.

"Good boy , my pet."

Sebastian opened the box for Elliott's knife, picking it up and looking it over.

"You can… use this on me," Sebastian said, looking up at him. Elliott looked over at him, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

" Really ? I thought you weren't into being fondled with knives, my love, only holding them."

"I'm very into the fondling," Sebastian said. "I don't like healing from knives, I don't like having to remember to take care of the cuts unless they're on Sam. I like blades but not edges. It's the power play for me, and if I'm not going to get cut, I like both sides."

"We should explore that, then. Thank you for telling me. I'm delighted to hear more about it later."

"Yeah… we should talk about it later," Sebastian agreed, and he flipped Elliott's knife around across his palm, gripping it by the flat of the blade and offering the wrapped handle out to him.

Elliott looked at Sam.

"Will you stay still for me, Sweetness? Or would you rather Sebastian held you down until you're settled?"

"Mmnn," Sam said, and he looked over at Sebastian, and then back up at Elliott. Then he stood up straight and squared his shoulders, arching his chest out for Elliott. "Mmnh."

"He'll stay," Sebastian said. "I gotta focus on watching Sammy."

Sam giggled, looking over at Sebastian and then back up at Elliott.

"Oh," Elliott cooed. "How delightfully intimate , Pretty, with just the two of us. I'm quite excited for this."

"Nmmh hmm." Sam moaned again, nodding desperately as Elliott stepped up to him. Elliott walked him backwards until his back hit the wall, and he gasped. "Ahhhuhhhh."

" Yes , Darling," Elliott groaned, his voice dropping into his lower register until it was heady and sultry. "Look at youuuuu . You are so beautiful." Elliott held his hand out and Sebastian put the knife in it. "You are stunning , my love."

Elliott cupped Sam's face through his mask, and then he stepped back so that he could see his entire chest. He brought the knife up and pressed it to his thumb, stroking it back and forth across the tip as he raked his eyes down Sam's exposed chest. He tilted the knife towards Sam and stroked the flat of it down his chest, pressing just enough that Sam could feel the scratch of the top, tracing down his sternum to his stomach, and then over to the side, just above the curve of his pelvic line. "It's going to be right here ," he purred, and he pressed the tip in just a little bit as he turned the knife like he was prepared to thrust it into him.

Sam moaned.

"Nhmmmnmmm."

"Right there, Beloved, is where Sebastian is going to take his long little knife and plunge it into you as easily as when we fuck you. I'm going to mark the spot for him, just like this. Just. like. This." Elliott spun the knife, digging the tip into him until any other blade would pierce him. Sam moaned, pressing his shoulders back against the wall so that he could arch his hips towards Elliott, showing the way that his cockhead drooled down his shaft and across the straps. Elliott smirked at him. "Oh, you little slut ," he moaned, laughing. "You needy little whore."

He brought the knife up Sam's chest with just the tip, and then he slid it to the side of his clavicle, digging in before he tilted it flat away from Sam and drew the edge of the blade slowly across his neck.

"Darling, do you feel this? It's so close  to being sharp enough to hurt you, Darling." Sam moaned and Elliott grinning at him. "I've this knife made special, with your throat in mind, Sam. You can feel it stroking across you, can't you? It's so threatening, isn't it? Yes, it is. You know that you are safe, because you trust me, but you do not believe it. Your body does not believe that the knife that I hold to it will not ruin you. You can only trust me. Trust that I do not wish to slit you open. And yet I do . I want to cut you, Sweetling. I want you to bleed for me."

Sam's legs trembled, and he nodded, letting his head tip backwards to give Elliott more room to work. 

" Oh …" Elliott laughed darkly, deep inside of his throat, and then he took the tip of the knife and dragged it gently across Sam's throat. "I want so desperately to rent your pretty skin apart, Sweetness, but I'm not going to leave any marks on your neck. Nothing for your mother to find."

"Ahnnnn," Sam moaned in disappointment.

" Plenty on your chest, not to worry. You'll have to wear sweaters, because your breasts are going to scream that you have been playing with knives , Beauty. One look at you will tell anyone what you're about to let me do to you. It will tell them that you let a monster take his knife to you."

"Nnngh. Mmm."

Elliottt took his free hand and ran it up Sam's chest, lightly taking his fingers and running them up his clavicle, to the light scratch he'd made along his neck and throat.

"This one will be gone by morning," Elliott said, "and then you'll have a whole other day to heal after that before I return you to your parents. Nothing on your neck unless Sebastian gets overzealous with his teeth. You know how he is. Your parents are used to that… But, Darling, let's make some marks that won't be so easy to heal. Something you'll need to hide ."

Elliott pressed the knife tip to his sternum and dragged it roughly down. Sam sucked in a breath.

"Ahh Nnngh," he moaned out, and Elliott chuckled at him.

"And guess what, Darling?" he cooed. Sam looked up at him without lifting his head, peering up through his lashes and the eye holes of the mask. "In a couple of minutes, after I've scratched you up enough to have a taste, we're going to dump that ice water on you, and the pain is going to get much worse."

Sam moaned, nodding.

"Mmhh-hmm."

"Have you ever played with the cold before?" he asked. Sam whimpered, and Sebastian nodded. "Has Sebastian ever given you an ice bath?"

"We've used ice before," Sebastian said. "But not ice water. We've done cold showers and ice cubes on his skin, but not shocking him like this, though."

"Mmm. Yes, this is a bit more aggressive than that, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sebastian agreed.

Elliott looked back at Sam and cupped the back of his head.

"Will you be able to stand for me, Darling? Or do I need to hold you up?"

"Mmyeh," Sam groaned, nodding. Elliott nuzzled into Sam's cheek, and he took the knife down to his side, and drew little 'X's in the spot that he'd promised Sebastian would be using. Sam whimpered. Elliott took the tip of his knife and he pressed it into Sam's pectoral muscle. "I'm going to slash you, Darling. I want to see how it feels. I want to feel the way your flesh splits open under my blade."

Sam moaned and nodded, bracing his shoulders and holding his stomach taught. Elliott moaned at him and then he raked the knife starply down and to the right across his torso, over to the little crosses that he'd already drawn on his skin. Sam shouted into his ball gag, his head thinking against the wall behind him. Sam took several ragged breaths before he squared his shoulders with his back to the wall. He looked up at Elliott, his eyes burning at him.

"Did we like that?" Elliott asked. Sam's breath came harshly through his nose, labored by his mask. He nodded slowly. "What do you think about the other direction, Darling? Do you want me to go the other way now?"

Sam nodded and Elliott pressed the tip of his knife into his other breast, and then he stood away from him and he slashed him in the other direction, leaving a giant red 'x' on his chest. He pressed harder this time, and the ragged mark quickly turned scarlet in its path, and then stretches of it welled with the barest traces of his blood, just beneath the skin. Elliott smoothed over it with his palm, smearing the crimson across his pale cheet, and he looked up into Sam's eyes.

"You're going to look like a beautiful mess, Dearest. I'll show you when we're done. These ones won't need bandages, so you'll get to look at them once Sebastian has cleaned you up." Sam moaned and nodded as Elliott dug the pad of his thumb into one of the bleeding sections until Sam squirmed. "You're going to hurt tomorrow. Your chest is going to look very dramatic for at least a week , Sweetness. Even longer, if we're lucky."

"Ahhnnngmmmhmmhmmm." Sam's toes curled on the floor, and Elliott looked down at them, and then he smirked, reaching up to cup Sam's balls where they hung below his trapped prick.

"Beauty," he cooed, and he took his knife and rubbed the flat of it up Sam's tackle until the tip dragged across the seam of his sac. Sam inhaled sharply and his eyes squeezed shut, then he moaned when Elliott continued the journey up the shaft of his cock. "I'm going to make you look so pretty , Sam, while I carve you up and leave my mark on you." Elliott looked over at Sebastian. "Are you ready with that ice water, Darling?"

"Right here," Sebastian chirped, and Elliott wrapped his hand around the wrist strap clipped onto Sam's collar, pulling it taut. Elliott's eyes flashed.

"Mmm. Yes . This is quite handy," he murmured. "This little strap was a good idea, Beloved."

Sebastian nodded.

"I knew you would get off on it," he said.

Elliott pulled Sam into the middle of the room by his collar and stood him up straight.

"Look at me," he purred. Sam looked up at him, and Elliott wrapped his hand around the muzzle on his mask, squeezing it affectionately. "Don't look away, Darling. I am the center of your fucking universe right now."

Sam nodded, and Elliott knew he could hear Sebastian coming up behind him, knew that he could hear the sloshing of the ice, but he still wouldn't know when it would start if Elliott had anything to say about it.

Elliott pet Sam's cheek through the mask and smiled at him.

"Your skin looks so beautiful, Darling, marked up like this, and I'm going to add so much more to it, so many pretty scars across your chest. You're covered in gooseflesh, and you look so aroused , Sweetling. Look at how hard your little nipples are already, and the way your prick is drooling for me."

Sam giggled at Elliott, and then Sebastian dumped the water on his head and Sam shouted into the ball gag, stiffening as he jerked against the grip Elliott kept on the strap clipped to his collar.

Elliott tightened his fist around the little wristlet strap, not letting him move as Sebastian slowly poured icy water over his head and down his back. Sam's baby blue eyes held Elliott's gaze as he cried out, water pouring down his shoulders and across his chest and ice cubes splattering across the wood floor of the cabin.

Then Sebastian came around the front and took Elliott's place, and Elliott moved behind Sam, grabbing at the top of Sam's mask and pulling his head backwards. Sebastian poured the rest of the bucket down his chest, making sure to bring it up enough to cover his throat in the cold water, too, and Sam shouted into the ball gag, his whole body jerking backwards into Elliott's chest.

"Mmh, my beautiful pup, you're doing so well . You're being so good for me."

Sam shivered, his whole body trembling, the hair on his arms and chest standing up from the strength of the gooseflesh across his skin. His nipples pulled into tight peaks on either side of his chest between the straps of the harness, bits of ice stuck in the crevices of the buckles. Elliott left them there for now, trailing his fingertips down the straps beside them without touching Sam's skin.

"Mmm! And what did we think of that, Darling?" Elliott purred into his ear. Sam whined and stood up straight again, shaking his shoulders so that the ice clattered down to the floor. Elliott let him, and he slid his palm down Sam's back. Sam squealed, his back watching away from the heat of Elliott's hand. "Oh, yes, we're quite a bit colder now, aren't we?"

"Mmmmhmm," Sam whimpered, watching Elliott move around to his front once more. Sebastian poured more ice out on the floor behind him and Sam jumped at the sound, looking over at it. Sebastian reached down and grabbed a small handful of ice cubes as Elliott wrapped his hand around the wrist strap looped into Sam's collar.

Sebastian stood next to Elliott and stuck an ice cube in his mouth, crunching loudly on it and watching Sam flinch at the sound. Elliott chuckled and took the piece of Ice that Sebastian handed to him, bracing his knuckles against Sam's clavicle and pushing, forcing him to walk backwards. Sam whimpered, almost slipping on a pile of ice as it scattered beneath his heel. Elliott tightened his grip on the strap, his eyes flashing.

"Careful~" Elliott cooed. "I'd hate to cut our playtime short because you slipped and hurt yourself, Pretty."

Sam whined, nodding and taking smaller steps backwards until his back was against the wall once more.

Elliott took the ice cube in his hand and rolled it against his palm, working it with his fingers as it melted. Then he pressed his chilled palm against Sam's abdomen with the ice trapped beneath it.

Sam squealed as Elliott moved his hand with the ice in slow circles across his stomach, until Elliott teasingly delved it into Sam's navel, swirling it around with his fingertips.

"You will stand there, and you will take this, Beloved, so that l may desecrate you."

Sam whined and Elliott dropped the ice, reaching up to wrap his chilled hand around Sam's throat. Sam moaned, his shoulders thumping against the back wall of the cabin.

Elliott placed his knife tip just inside of Sam's right shoulder and began dragging it downwards, tracing the edge of his breast and down his abdomen. Sam groaned, almost arching his back away as Elliott used hardly any pressure as he went, almost tickling him. When he reached the end of Sam's torso, he picked up the knife and placed it an inch to the right back up at the top and dragged it downwards, parallel to the first line. Sam moaned as he realized Elliott's intention to go all the way across his chest, and then he squeaked as Elliott pressed the knife tip in harder at the noise. Elliott chuckled at him, pulling his hand back from Sam's throat and taking the piece of ice that Sebastian offered him. On his fourth pass down Sam's chest and abdomen, Elliott trailed the ice along in front of the knife and Sam groaned, his shoulders tensing so that he didn't jerk away.

Elliott watched the ice glide down Sam's chest, and then he dropped it on the ground and smoothed his palm up Sam's belly, wrapping his hand around the cross strap of his chest harness.

"Does that feel good, Sweetness? Does it hurt ?" Elliott asked. Sam whimpered at him as he moved over another inch and started his next line, digging the knife tip in harder than the last one. Sam groaned from inside of his mask, and Sebastian stirred up the ice around Sam's bare feet with his boot, edging it into little piles around his ankles. Elliott leaned in and pressed his face against the muzzle of Sam's mask. "My good boy," Elliott cooed. "My lovely little pup."

"Mmnnn-hnnn," Sam moaned, turning his face to rub against Elliott's.

Elliott dragged his lips across the outside of Sam's mask, then kissed his temple and stood back, lifting his blade and starting the next column, pressing even harder. Sam whimpered into his gag, his head thumping backwards against the wall as he fisted his hands in the mittens strapped to his thighs.

"It's so much sharper , isn't it, Precious?" Elliott said, stopping his knife in Sam's belly during his next line. He dragged it backwards up the same line again, then back down, pressing even harder. Sam gasped, his abdomen squeezing tight as the tip scraped viciously into his skin, and then Elliott brought it all the way back up to his neck, tucking the blade up under his collar and twisting it enough to make it dig into his neck as he leaned forward. Sam squeaked, startling as Elliott pressed it against him. "Does it feel like your skin is being sliced apart? Does it make you wish I would get it over with already, and cut you open so that you can bleed freely?"

Sam sucked in a breath, looking up at Elliott as he twisted the knife further inside of his collar and pressed the edge into his throat, the tip sliding across the chin of his mask.

"Haahhhhhhnnnnn," Sam gasped through his nose, standing up on his toes as Elliott slowly drove him upward with the end of his knife.

Elliott moaned at him, kissing the side of his muzzle before easing him back down and dragging the softened blade edge of the dagger down his throat and back to his clavicle where he started his next line down his torso. Sam's breath huffed out of him, and he stared up at Elliott as he breathed, his blue eyes heavy and sparkling with need.

"I've already slit you open, Darling," Elliott growled down at him. Sam shuddered, and Elliott brought the flat of his knife down Sam's breast to nudge the tip into the space between his ribs, then he slashed it across his chest. Sam shouted in surprise at the sudden pain, his shoulders caving as he curled forward. Elliott shoved him back up against the wall with his forearm across his chest, chuckling darkly at him. "You've got to stay still , my Love, or my blade may accidentally drive itself into you. We don't want that, do we? You don't want me to drive my knife into you prematurely."

"That was a rough one," Sebastian said, licking his lips. "I knew he would bleed, but that mark's gonna stick around for a few weeks."

Elliott looked over at him, cocking his head to the side, and then he reached up and fisted his hand in the front of Sebastian's shirt, hauling him forward and capturing his lips. Sebastian gasped in surprise, and then he laughed into Elliott's mouth, standing up on his toes and kissing him back. Elliott slid his hands up under Sebastian's shirt, stroking his bare chest and then lifting his shirt up over his head and grasping at him with his hands. He delved his tongue into Sebastian's mouth as he groped at him, digging his fingers into his muscle until Sebastian moaned quietly against him, standing up on his toes to meet Elliott's kiss. Sam moaned back at them as he watched, and Elliott turned back to him, swollen-lipped and lightly panting. Elliott traced the last wound with his fingertip, following the length of it with his eyes.

"It is rather dramatic looking," Elliott agreed, and then he raised the knife tip again and started the next downward line. "I did tell you that I would give you scars, Pretty, to remember me by, when you're alone in front of your bathroom mirror. We'll have to make a few more, so that you have more interesting things to look st." Sam shuddered, his head thumping against the wall as he looked back up into Elliott's eyes. "Go and get the remote, would you, Beloved?" Elliott said without looking away from the progress of his dagger down Sam's chest, and then instead of lifting, he raked it sideways for the next inch along the bottom of his abdomen and moved it backwards up his chest for the next line. "I want to make him dizzy with pleasure to help scramble his pretty little brain."

Sebastian reached up and dropped his half-melted handful of ice into Sam's chest so that it caught across his harness as the water ran down his chest. Sam squealed, and Elliott chuckled, turning the blade and slapping the flat of it repeatedly against the rivulets of water running down Sam's chest.

"Your skin is so fragile, Sam," Elliott said, holding Sam's face. "I hardly need to use any pressure before it parts for me faster than your luscious thighs when you beg me to fuck you. You look exquisite with your lifeblood pouring from your breast."

Sam whined, looking desperately up at Elliott, and then Sebastian returned with the remote. Elliott kissed Sebastian as he took it in hand.

Then Elliott walked in close to Sam's neck, nuzzling into his ear through the mask. He dragged his teeth along the outer bone of his clavicle and then nuzzled his collar upwards to press his nose into his neck.

"Ahhnmnmmm," Sam moaned, turning his face to nuzzle him back, and then he jolted as Elliott hit the button on the remote and the plug inside of him whirred to life. Sebastian watched intently as Sam trembled beneath him, and then Elliott hit the button again, starting the vibration, as well. Sam moaned louder, bucking his hips towards Elliott.

Elliott straightened and offered the remote to Sebastian.

"Would you like to be in charge of that, Precious?" Elliott asked. "You're quite skilled at punctuating a moment."

Sebastian took it from him and held Elliott's gaze as he clicked it several times to raise the intensity. Sam shouted into Elliott's chest, standing up on his toes and arching his back as well as he could from against the wall. Elliott looked down at him, then brought the dagger under his chin to raise it so that he faced him. Sam huffed beneath him, the sound distorted and vicious beneath the muzzle of the dog mask, and then Sebastian turned the intensity back down, and the tension in Sam's body slowly oozed out of him.

His prick drooled from inside of its confinement, a long stream pouring down the straps around his shaft and threatening to drip down the curve of his testicles where they were drawn up tight against their leather containment. Elliott reached up and ran his fingertips through the beads of blood welling up on Sam's chest from the last slash, smearing it across his skin and watching as the melting ice ran tracks of water through it like tears through mascara.

Elliott moaned, bringing his bloodied hand to his mouth and lapping at it. Sam's eyes widened beneath him, and Sebastian even sucked in a breath, turning his eyes away from Sam to Elliott's face. Elliott looked over at him and reached out to grasp him by the chin, smearing Sam's blood across his cheek as he pulled him forward by his jaw.

"May I kiss you, Beloved?" Elliott murmured. Sebastian moaned and stood up on his toes to capture Elliott's lips, sliding his arms up around his neck. Elliott chuckled, sliding his bloodied hand down Sebastian's bare chest before slapping it down on his ass through his jeans. Sebastian grunted and pulled away, laughing.

"You're gonna stain my jeans," he said, turning over his shoulder to look at the spot.

Elliott chuckled.

"Lucky for me that they're black ," Elliott said, and he reached up to purposefully wipe his hand off on Sebastian's skin and leave a bloody smear down his chest. Sam sucked in a breath at the sight of it and Elliott looked back at him, watching the gears turn in Sam's pale blue eyes to confirm that he was , in fact, bleeding from what Elliott had done on his chest. Elliott stepped forward and raked his fingernails down Sam's skin, spaced out to match the previous lines as he dragged them down to his abdomen and dug the pad of his thumb into the spot that he'd marked for Sebastian. Sam groaned, and Elliott leaned in close to his ear. "Does that excite you, Pet?" he cooed. "Seeing the mess you're making? The mess I've made of you?"

The sharp scent of rubbing alcohol permeated the room as Elliott raked his knife down the next four rows, and Sam sobbed lewdly beneath him, shrinking back into the wall.

Elliott stopped as he reached Sam's opposite shoulder, and then he stepped in close again, raising his blade and caressing it across Sam's masked cheek.

"I'm going to slit you open, Beloved," he grated. "This fucking knife is going to slice you from ear to ear. You're going to bleed even more than you already are. You're going to bleed all over my floor. You're going to bleed everywhere. You will not come back from this. You will think about this day for every moment for the rest of your life."

Sam moaned, sobbing in pleasure as Elliott took the tip of his knife and pressed it into the hollow behind Sam's ear.

"You are so fucking cold right now because if you were too warm you wouldn't feel it when I cut you, Darling, because my knife is so sharp that you may as well be fresh cream beneath it. There's no point in stabbing into cream with a warm blade, is there? There's no point in Sebastian driving his knife into you when you're warm and comfortable because it would be over before you ever realized we'd hurt you. You wouldn't know that it was happening until it was already done. No, you must feel it, Pretty, when we hurt you." Elliott moaned into Sam's ear. "Otherwise, what's the fucking point of it?"

Sam nodded desperately as Elliott dragged the knife edge across his throat to the other side, and Elliott laughed out another moan.

"You want this so badly , My Pet. Your body tells me so. You want me to fucking eviscerate you. You want me to open you up and let you suffer on the floor at my feet, don't you? You want to feel every second of the pain inside of you until it's over , and you can rest out there on the sand and let the gulls feast on your beautiful corpse."

Sam sobbed, standing up on his toes and arching his chest towards Elliott's. He cried out as Sebastian raised the power on the anal plug again, and Elliott stood back. He dragged the edge of his knife down Sam's throat, crossing over the collar and then raking the tip down his chest to the spot on his stomach, spinning the point into a bare spot just beside the little X's.

"You want pain , my love, don't you? You want to feel , because every moment that you are not in ecstatic agony is so fucking dull that you don't feel yourself in own body, do you, Pretty? You need to hurt so that you can feel , so that you know that your body belongs to me , Little Pup."

Sam nodded desperately, and Sebastian appeared beside Elliott holding a linen cloth soaked in rubbing alcohol. Sam looked at it and whimpered as Elliott took it in his hand. Elliott teased him by trailing it down the light scrapes on his throat, letting him feel the new chill as it evaporated from his skin. A single drop ran down Sam's throat and hit one of the scratches on his chest and Sam hissed, bracing himself, then bucking his hips as his body clenched around the plug inside of him. Elliott chuckled.

"This is going to hurt , Sweetness."

Sebastian smirked at Sam.

"He's used to it," Sebastian mused. "Never had it over such a big area, though. Usually just the little cuts I make on his arms if I feel like hurting him a little more that day."

Elliott pressed his knife tip into Sam's chest, dragging it down to his side once more and drawing several hatch marks in varying directions, drawing a messy lattice of angry scratches on his stomach. Sam whimpered, and then Elliott handed Sebastian his knife and wiped the cloth down Sam's torso. Sam sobbed, tensing and holding himself still as Elliott began to stroke him with the cloth, his breathing ragged and violent inside of the mask. Sam groaned, stomping his foot and bracing his back into the wall so that he didn't arch away from it as Elliott cleaned him.

Elliott finally brushed the ice off of Sam's chest and then traded the cloth for his knife once more, standing a few inches away from Sam to let the alcohol dry on his skin. Sam whimpered, and Elliott chuckled at him as Sebastian clicked up the remote once more.

"Do you want to start with the glove, Dearest?" Elliott asked, looking over at Sebastian as Sam trembled, his hands working beneath the straps that kept them tied down. "I'd like to stand behind him and say more filthy and macabre things into his ear."

Sebastian looked up at Sam, and Elliott reached out to cup his cheek, leaning down to rest his forehead on the top of his head.

"Green," Sebastian murmured, before Elliott could even ask. "Fucking screaming green, but I want to hurry it along so we can get to my turn."

Elliott kissed the top of Sebastian's head and looked over at Sam, who was breathing slowly against the wall with his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

"And what about you, Pet?" Elliott asked, raising his voice to cut through Sam's delirium. Sam's eyes slid open and flicked over the two of them before landing on Elliott's face. "Are you enjoying yourself? Do you want to move this along for you so we can get to Sebastian's turn?"

Sam swallowed and nodded, straightening up against the wall and groaning into his gag.

Elliott chuckled and squeezed Sebastian's hip before walking back over to Sam.

"I'll get the glove," Sebastian said, moving his hair out of his face and then wiping his hands with the alcohol-covered linen, now stained bright red with Sam's blood.

Sam's eyes locked onto the red stain, and Elliott turned around to track what he was looking at. He looked back to Sam and wrapped his hand around the strap on his collar.

"I'm going to get behind you, Darling," Elliott purred. "We're going to kick that ice away and our little raven is going to pet you with his claws." Sam looked up at him and moaned softly, nodding. Elliott slid the flat of his blade down Sam's bare shoulder as he gazed down into his eyes. Sam tensed as Elliott pressed the point of the blade into his breast, and Elliott cooed at him. "You are going to look so beautiful when Sebastian plunges his blade into you, my love."

Sam groaned, shivering as Elliott released his collar and slid his hand down his chest before wrapping it around the straps of his harness. Sebastian came up beside them and kissed Elliott's shoulder.

"Are you ready for my turn to be the bad guy, Sammy?" Sebastian asked, pulling the black leather vampire gloves down tight over his fingers. Sam's gaze shot down to them and he whimpered, wiggling in Elliott's grasp. Sebastian pulled Sam forward by the hip and Elliott kicked the ice away with his boot before taking Sam's place up against the wall, sliding his arms down the leather sleeves around Sam's arms and pulling him back against him.

"Oh, this is a lovely view," Elliott purred next to Sam's ear, squeezing his biceps. "If we bent you knees and I held you up like this, I could watch Sebastian drive his cock into you first-hand."

Sebastian crowded up against Sam from the front, one gloved hand grasping him by the hip and the other hovering over his chest, caressing the air above him.

"You would look hot as fuck like that, Sammy," Sebastian said, and he squeezed with the hand on Sam's hip. Sam squealed, jumping in Elliott's grasp as the points in the glove bit into his skin. Sebastian laughed at him. "Does that hurt, Baby?" he asked, squeezing the hand down tighter. Sam cried out, shuddering against Elliott's chest. "It's a lot more intense when you're cold, isn't it?"

Sam whined, settling heavily into the warmth of Elliott's bare chest. Sebastian tapped his fingertips across Sam's stomach, and then he lightly stroked his whole hand on top of the spot that Elliott had marked.

"Aahhnnn," Sam groaned, squirming away from the glove. Sebastian chuckled and lifted his hand again.

"It's gonna speed up from here, Baby," Sebastian warned, and he used his middle finger to draw circles around the ragged lattice they Elliott had drawn for him. "I'm dying to put my knife in you, so I'm gonna rough this up a bit, and probably slap your tits around with my other hand, and then I'm gonna go and get the knife. That okay with you?"

Sam nodded, shuddering as Sebastian pressed into his thigh again with his other hand, and then Sebastian released him with both hands.

"Yhhhh," Sam groaned, wiggling against Elliott's lap.

Elliott chuckled at him and replaced Sebastian's hands on his hips, slipping his hands into the tight space between Sam's forearm and his waist so that he could squeeze his love handles.

"You must stay very still, Sam," Elliott said. "I've cut you, remember? If you move too much, you could lose even more blood that you already have, and I've made a mess of you, Precious. We don't want you to get light headed."

Sam giggled in pleasure and nodded, leaning into Elliott's chest and watching Sebastian's arms as he ran his hands up his chest.

Sebastian looked up at Sam, and then his gaze flicked to Elliott's.

"You know I have to clean all of these cuts," he said, sounding irritated, but his eyes were sparkling as they fixed can to Sam's chest, eating up the sight of it. Elliott grinned at him and nodded, pressing his lips to Sam's shoulder.

"I'll help with the worst of it. I can dispose of his body when we've finished using him. Leave his lovely little corpse out on the far side of the beach where no one will find him, tucked away among the driftwood."

Sebastian smirked as he looked over at Sam.

"He does look pretty done for," Sebastian agreed, and he rested his palm on Sam's right pectoral, then lifted it and slapped his hand down. Sam cried out, tensing in Elliott's arms. Sebastian dragged the glove down until it fell away from his chest, watching as droplets of blood beaded up from the tiny star-shapes left from the spikes on the glove. Elliott shuddered as he looked down at them.

"Goodness," Elliott purred into Sam's ear. "You've been such a good puppy for me, Sam. Dead boys don't move, do they? So you're going to stay perfectly still while Sebastian works on you."

Sebastian hummed and looked up at Sam, moving his hand to his other breast. Sam whined and braced himself, and Sebastian smirked at him before he slapped his hand down on the other side. Sam whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as his head tilted back onto Elliott's shoulder. He breathed harshly inside of the mask, stomped his foot once, and then he raised his head again and Sebastian met his eyes.

"Elliott did a pretty good job roughing you up for me," Sebastian said, and he used his glove to stroke the spot that he was going to use, creating a much tighter version of Elliott's lattice of hatch marks, dragging the points along his skin in harsh X's. "This is a nasty fuckin' wound, Sammy, and we haven't even gotten to the knife. You're gonna have to keep it bandaged for a week or two, and it's definitely gonna leave scars. I'll help you keep it clean. I wonder if we'll be able to see the individual lines down here or if it's just gonna look like road rash by the time it heals. I hope it comes out as pretty as it looks right now."

Sam whimpered, and Sebastian licked his lips before he slapped his hand down on the raw spot he's just made. Sam cried out, his body trembling against Elliott's chest, and then Sebastian turned his hand to the opposite angle and spread his fingers before slapping him in the same spot, marking him in new areas. Sam squealed, thrusting his body back against Elliott's chest as his head fell back and he sobbed.

Sebastian smirked at him and pulled the fingers of his gloves off with his teeth, slipping them off of his hands and tossing them towards the table before taking his bare hand and running it through the blood on Sam's chest, smearing it across him. Sam froze beneath him, then moaned desperately, arching his back into the touch. Elliott groaned softly into Sam's ear.

"You're like a painting , Beloved," Elliott cooed, "covered in your own lifeblood. Such tiny little pinpricks on your skin to make such a filthy mess."

"Elliott," Sebastian said, and Elliott looked up at him, licking his lips. "Do you wanna fuck him while I do it?"

Elliott raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until after?" he said. "You don't think it'll be too much? We don't want him to pass out."

Sebastian stared into Sam's face and Sam's eyes widened as he looked back at him. Sebastian smirked at him and held up his bare, bloodied hand. Sam looked at it and moaned as Sebastian dropped his hand and ran his fingers through the mess on Sam's chest.

"What do you think, Sam? I want Elliott to be inside you while I do it… It'll be like we're both in you." Sebastian let out a soft giggle, running his bare hand up Sam's shoulder and around his neck, petting him with his thumb and covering the collar and the bottom of his mask with bloody smears. "It's our first big scene with Elliott, might as well go hard , right? Make it really memorable?"

Elliott looked over at Sam as he moaned lewdly into his gag.

"Do you want that, Puppy?" Elliott cooed into his ear. "Do you want me to fuck you white Sebastian drives his knife into your belly?"

Sam nodded desperately.

"Hnnng," he whimpered.

"I could give that to you, Precious," Elliot purred. Sam whimpered and looked over his shoulder at him. "It's quite safe. We've already discussed it with Doctor Harvey, and we've planned exactly what we're going to do and how we're going to do it. We've been talking about it for the last month, ironing it the details. We are in no danger."

"Nnnaaa," Sam whimpered, his eyes darting around what little part of Elliott's face that he could see from the twisted angle through his mask.

"I mean, the plug is cool and all," Sebastian said, biting his lip, "but… once in a lifetime, right? It's never gonna be like this again, even if we play the same game. Won't be like the first time. The first time we have a heavy scene with you. The first time I put my knife in Sam."

Elliott looked down at Sebastian, and reached across Sam to cup Sebastian's face, drawing him forward until he could kiss his forehead over Sam's shoulder.

"Whatever you want, Darling. I'll do whatever you want."

Sebastian licked his lips and looked up at Sam, and then those cobalt blue eyes looked back at Elliott, and they smoldered at him in that intense way that made Elliott want to come for him.

"Then stick your dick in him while I wipe the blood off of my hands and get the knife."

Elliott's breath left him in a rush as Sam moaned out a laugh around the ball gag in his mouth. Elliott chuckled, rubbing his face into the back of Sam's shoulder.

" Well ," Elliott said. "If that isn't the hottest thing you've said to me all night." Sam moaned, nodding, and Elliott rested both of his hands on Sam's hips. "Are you sure , Pretty?" he murmured in his ear. "There's going to be quite a lot happening at once. I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. I want this to be enjoyable for you." Sam shook his head eagerly back and forth, and he pressed his hips back into Elliott's body behind him, standing up on his toes until he could let his head fall back onto his shoulder as he arched against him like a great cat. Elliott reached up and cupped him beneath the jaw. "Do you want me to fuck you, little pup?"

"Mmmmhmmmm," Sam moaned, rolling his hips back against Elliott's.

"You want me to thrust my prick into the pretty little carcass that I've turned you into?"

Sam giggled as much as he could with the gag in his mouth, moaning lewdly and leaning more of his weight back into Elliott's chest until Elliott ran his hands down his thighs and dug his fingers into the flesh exposed between the harness straps.

"HMmmmmm~!"

"You are cold , and your blood is all over your chest, and all over the floor at your feet, Beloved, and you are dead , because I have killed you, and Sebastian has bled you, and now I will fuck your beautiful corpse."

"Yhhhh, Dhedheee," Sam groaned. Elliott shuddered as Sam's head lolled forward and he ground his ass along the length of Elliott's hard cock in his trousers. "Nnnnghhh~!"

"Have you got the lubricant, Darling?" Elliott murmured, just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. "I'm going to need more."

Elliott slipped his hand up against Sam's throat beneath his collar and pressed his nose into the soft space just beneath the hem of his mask, letting out a shuddering breath. Sam moaned at the warmth.

"FHhhhhhh, yhhhhh," Sam moaned, leaning into the pressure on his neck.

"Oooohh, yes," Elliott cooed. "I'm going to take this plug out of you and replace it with my prick."

Sam moaned, arching his ass into Elliott's palm as he brought his other hand up between his cheeks and wrapped his long fingers around the base of the plug in him, still whirring around from the last time Sebastian had turned it on.

"It's pretty cold," Sebastian said, picking up the bottle of lube with one of the fresh linen cloths to keep his newly clean hands away from it.

"Yes, Beauty. Yes ." Elliott tugged gently on the end of the plug, and eased it out of Sam and into his hand. Sebastian clicked off the remote and took the plug, and Elliott plucked the lubricant from the same cloth as he reached down with his other hand and unzipped his pants. " Oh , my beautiful, sweet, beloved boy." Elliott looked down at the ice on the floor, and then at Sam writhing in front of him, and then he looked over at Sebastian. "Sebastian?" Elliott cooed.

Sebastian looked over at him as he opened the rubbing alcohol and cleaned his knife on a different cloth, making sure that he was in direct line of sight for Sam's limited field of view.

"Elliott?" Sebastian answered, raising one of his nearly plucked eyebrows. Elliott nodded towards the bucket of clean ice water.

"I'd like to stick some of that ice up his ass to make him feel cold inside. I have killed him after all, and it wouldn't do for a corpse to be hot blooded inside while I fuck him."

Sam moaned, thrusting his ass back against Elliott's hand as he caressed his buttock, and Sebastian smirked.

"Yeah, do it," he said. "It's been a while since we did that, hasn't it, Sammy?"

Sam moaned, lolling his head up and down as Sebastian picked up the bucket and carried it over for Elliott to pluck a few well-formed crescents of ice from it. Elliott's cock slotted between Sam's cheeks as Sam wiggled his ass at him, and Sam moaned again, rolling his hips back onto Elliott's shaft. Elliott squeezed his throat affectionately.

"Needy little slut," Elliott purred into his ear. "Oh, you are befouled , my darling. You are defiled , and desecrated , and I have made you this way, because you are mine to destroy, Precious." Sebastian took the bucket back to the table as Elliott rolled the frozen crescents in his free hand, being sure to smooth any rough edges before he brought them between Sam's cheeks. Sam whimpered as one touched his rim, and then he pushed back into Elliott's hand as Elliott slipped it easily inside of his relaxed entrance. "Oh, my beauty . I can't wait to fill your honey little hole."

Elliott pushed three of the half-melted cubes inside of him and dropped the rest, thrusting his chilled fingers into Sam after them as he squeezed lightly on Sam's throat. Sam groaned, pressing into his touch as Elliott released his neck, flipped open the top of the lubricant with his thumb and poured it down his fingers to spread it between his cheeks.

Elliott brought his knee between Sam's legs and urged them to part before he removed his fingers and poured more lubricant onto his prick, flipping the bottle lid shut and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor to kick it away as he took himself in hand.

"Almost ready," Sebastian said, and Elliott watched him close his knife and wrap it in the cleaning cloth and put it into his jeans pocket, then he picked up the cloth he'd used to clean his hands and offered it to Elliott.

Elliott nodded at him as he pressed his lips to Sam's shoulder.

"I'm going to thrust inside of you now," Elliott breathed, and Sam nodded, arching his back and standing up on his toes to offer an easier angle. "Yes, Darling. Yes , my needy little pup."

Elliott slid inside, the head of him penetrating easily and his length sliding inside up to the root without hesitation from Sam's body. The ice crowded his cock, chilling and teasing as he settled.

"Hnnnmmm hnnhnn," Sam sobbed.

Elliott shuddered in delight as he let Sebastian clean his lubricant covered hand with his cloth, and then he wrapped it around Sam's thigh and lifted him so that he could find purchase to hump slowly inside of him.

" Ahh ," Elliott said, chuckling. "It's so deliciously cold inside of you."

Sam moaned in pleasure, nodding his head and rolling his hips down on him.

"Nnnnh mmmhmmm."

"My beautiful little corpse," Elliott huffed into his ear. "My precious little boy."

Sebastian stood in front of Sam and looked up at him, his hands planted in his hips as he studied Sam's face.

"You like that, Sammy?" he asked. "You like Elliott fucking you after hurting you like that? You like his big dick in you?"

"Yhhh," Sam sobbed, and Elliott bucked inside of him, squeezing at his throat. "Ahhnn! Hnnnmm."

"Untie his mask," Sebastian said. He smiled up at Sam. "I wanna see his face."

Elliott purred as he used his free hand to untie the laces on the back of Sam's mask. As soon as they were loose, Sebastian grasped it from the forehead and yanked it off, tossing it in the general direction of the table. Sam sucked in a deep breath through his nose and Elliott cooed into Sam's ear.

"Hello, Beautiful," he said, sinking his teeth onto the shell of Sam's ear, damp with his sweat.

Sam inhaled desperately, his breathing clear after so long. The drool that had been pooling up on his chin inside of the mask ran down his jaw and streamed across his chest.

"You look so pretty , Sammy, all fucked up like this," Sebastian said, breathless. Sam whimpered. " I love you ."

Sam sobbed.

" I love you, too, Sam ," Elliott moaned into Sam's ear.

"Don't look down," Sebastian said. Sam nodded, holding Sebastian's gaze. Elliott could see Sam's face reflected in Sebastian's eyes, and the image enchanted him as Sebastian pulled his knife out of his pocket and held it up into Sam's field of view. Sam's eyes flew to it and he moaned, rocking his hips down on Elliott's cock inside of him. Elliott hissed in pleasure as he pulled the poker out of the pocket of his trousers and discreetly held it out to Sebastian in his hand. Sam bucked his hips sharply downwards on Elliott's prick and he shuddered.

"Ahhhh. Don't move, Darling. Don't move. Stay perfectly still."

Elliott moved the hand on his throat down across his chest and pulled him up to offer Sam's torso to Sebastian, gripping Sam at the opposite shoulder. Sebastian raised his knife and flicked it open, the sound of it echoing in the tiny room.

"Hooonnnnhhhoooo," Sam sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut and shivering in Elliott's grasp, his core cleaning rhythmically on Elliott's prick.

Sebastian whistled and Sam looked back at him as he pulled the little bottle of rubbing alcohol from his pocket, and held it up for him to watch as he poured it onto the blade.

"It's gotta be extra clean, Sammy," he said, looking up into Sam's eyes.

Sam sobbed, knowing that the alcohol was going to make it hurt. Elliott moaned behind him as the muscles around him clenched.

" Ohhh , your ass just got so tight , Beloved. Squeeze me ." Elliott bucked his hips and Sam flinched. Elliott moaned lewdly as he chuckled. "Just don't move, Darling."

Sebastian reached up and grasped Sam's face under his jaw with his free hand, looking up at him.

"Don't look down," Sebastian repeated.

"Nnuuhhuh," Sam whimpered.

Sebastian put the knife in Elliott's hand as he took the poker from him, and he let the pool of rubbing alcohol in his hand pour into Elliott's palm as Sebastian rolled the wedge side of the wood into it.

" Don't look down . I've got you, Sammy," Sebastian purred, and then he stood up onto his toes in his boots so that his face was level with Sam's. Elliott discreetly closed the knife against his thigh and tucked it into his pocket as Sebastian dragged his tongue from the bottom of Sam's jaw and up his cheek. Sebastian moaned softly, purring into Sam's ear. " I've got you , Sammy."

Then he drove the wedge side of the poker into Sam's abdomen, just above the scratches.

Sam screamed into the ball gag, his body fluttering violently around Elliott, and Elliott tightened his arm around him, holding him fast so that he didn't shift.

" Yes , Beloved," Elliott moaned. "Yoba, you feel so fucking good inside."

"Ahnnnnn," Sam sobbed, his body pulsing. "Fhhuuuuuuhhhhh~!"

Tears streamed down Sam's face, and Sebastian pressed his lips to the corner of Sam's mouth as his muscles checked viscously around Elliott as he stopped himself from bucking his hips.

"Don't move, yet. I'm taking it out, Sammy," Sebastian said. Sam nodded, whining loudly, and Sebastian thrust in roughly with the wedge before pulling it away smoothly as Sam collapsed against Elliott's hold on him. Sebastian moaned into Sam's cheek, inhaling deeply against his neck. " Oh, fuck , Baby."

Sebastian shuddered as he put the poker in his pocket and reached up with his hand, lightly bloodied from disturbing his wounds, and he caressed the side of Sam's face with it, smearing blood across him.

Elliott buried his face into Sam's neck, nipping at him under the collar.

" Oh , fuck . I could have come from the way your body erupted on my prick." Elliott giggled deep in his chest, rubbing his face into Sam's skin. "I feel like I did come. I didn't but it was very close."

Sebastian chuckled as he pulled away and looked down at Sam's abdomen, then looked back up at Elliott.

"Sammy did come, didn't you, Baby?" he said, and he reached down and trailed his fingers down Sam's cock in the straps. "There's cum all fuckin' over you, Babe. It's gonna get in your cuts." Sam sobbed, nodding weakly against Elliott's arm. "Yeah… Yeah it is, Baby. It's gonna hurt like a bitch , too. Especially when I clean them."

"Mmmmmmhmmmmnnng," Sam sobbed.

"Hurry up, Elliott. I want my turn to fuck him."

Elliott shivered in delight.

"Mmm, yes, Sir ," Elliott cooed.

Elliott stood up straight and Sebastian took Sam's face in his hands, letting him fall forward to rest his weight on Sebastian instead. Elliott began to move deep inside of Sam's body, thrusting him into Sebastian in front of him.

"Haaaahhhhh," Sam sobbed. Sebastian planted his hand below Sam's wounds on his stomach, and then he pushed his thumb into the raw spot, digging in with his painted fingernail. "AHHHhhhh~!"

Sam screamed into Sebastian's shoulder.

"Can you feel Elliott inside of you, Baby?" Sebastian purred. "Can you feel Elliott's big dick fucking you?" Sebastian laughed deep in his throat as Sam whimpered against him. "Yeah. Yeah, you do . You feel Daddy's hot dick in your ass."

Elliott's hips stuttered as he saw the look on Sebastian's face when he brought his bloodied hand up to hold Sam around the jaw, smearing blood all over his cheeks

"Ah—" Elliott groaned, shuddering as he took in the red mess on Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian's gaze shot to him and he sneered.

"Don't take your fucking time, Elliott, I said I want my turn."

Elliott buried himself into Sam and moaned desperately, his eyes still locked on Sebastian's fingers digging into Sam's cheeks.

"Nnngh, yes ," Elliott gasped. "Oohhhh, it's not going to take long, Precious."

Sebastian licked his lips, and Sam tilted his face enough to look at Elliott thrusting into him.

"Is he still cold inside?" Sebastian asked.

Elliott nodded loosely.

" Yes ," Elliott huffed. "Oh, Beloved. I'm coming inside you, Pet." Elliott dug his fingertips into Sam's hips, thrusting desperately into Sam's limp body. "You're going to make me come inside of you."

Sam weakly worked his hips backwards, and Sebastian growled low in his throat.

" Come , Elliott," Sebastian said, and Elliott groaned, nodding.

"I am ," Elliott moaned. "Kiss me, Sebastian."

Sebastian reached across Sam's torso and grasped Elliott by the back of his neck, pulling him down and capturing his lips. Elliott finally emptied himself into Sam's body, burying himself up to the root in his ass as he growled into Sebastian's mouth.

"Ahhhhnnnn~!" Sam moaned beneath him as Elliott's cock kicked deep inside of him.

Elliott broke the kiss and turned his face to bury it into Sam's neck.

"Oh, my beauty," he breathed. "My grace. My beloved ." Elliott panted for a moment, his forehead resting on Sam's shoulder. He took a shuddering breath as soon as he came back to himself enough to stand, and he lifted his head to look up at Sebastian. "Do you want to do it here, or up at the house, Darling?"

Sebastian shook his head.

"Fuck you, I'm not walking to the house," Sebastian huffed. "Get out of him and gimme my turn."

Elliott laughed low in his throat as he pulled carefully out of Sam and spun him around, cupping his face and holding him up by the hip.

"Oh, yes, Darling," Elliott purred. "Sebastian is such a hungry Top, isn't he, Darling? So desperate to fuck you, my Pretty."

Sebastian grunted, kicking Sam's legs apart to match his reach and eliminate the height difference.

" Fuck , Sammy," Sebastian groaned, rubbing the head of his cock against Sam's entrance. He moaned as Elliott's seed oozed out of him. "Elliott, you made such a fucking mess back here."

Sebastian moaned as he slid his inside of Sam. Sam moaned quietly, burying his face into Elliott's chest.

"Good boy , Darling," Elliott purred at him, stroking his hair. "Sebastian's going to leave his seed in you, and then we're going to carry you up to the house and put you in the shower and clean you up." Sam moaned into the ball in his mouth. "We're going to clean you up and bandage your wounds, and then we're going to lay you out on the bed and we're going to cuddle on the sofa in a nice warm tangle of the three of us under the blankets."

"MMmmmmmm," Sam said, giggling deliriously into Elliott's chest.

"Sammy," Sebastian groaned. " Sammy . Sammy."

Sebastian pounded deep inside of him, desperately chasing his orgasm. Sam giggled into Elliott's chest, and Elliott stroked the back of his hair around the buckles.

" Yes , just like that. Sebastian's going to fill you up, Dearheart. We're going to warm you from the inside out, Beloved. We're going to give you everything you need."

Sam shuddered in pleasure as Sebastian fell quiet, bucking desperately inside of him. He stood up on his toes, burying his face between Sam's shoulders and huffing out his breath and he climaxed, his body convulsing in waves against his back.

" Sam ," Sebastian choked, half-sobbing.

Elliott watched, licking his lips, and then he looked back down into Sam's half-lidded eyes.

" Oh , Sebastian ," Elliott breathed. "He's so beautiful inside of you, Dearheart. His face is so enchanting when he climaxes."

"Ehhhmmmmhmhmhm," Sam said, giggling deliriously as he wiggled his hips at Sebastian.

Sebastian made a choking sort of noise and he thrust in twice more, and then he pulled out all at once, still holding onto Sam's hips and pressing his forehead between his shoulder blades.

He panted against his skin for several moments, and then he slowly raised up, reaching up to rub his face.

"We… haaa." Sebastian cleared his throat and turned to the table. "We gotta clean it. Gotta clean it and get you out of all of that leather."

Sam giggled into the gag, and Elliott stroked his fingers down the length of the straps around his head.

"Do you want the gag off, Beloved?" Elliott cooed. Sam looked up at him, confused, and Elliott looked into his eyes. "Do you want me to take the gag off of you while we undress you? Or do you want to keep it until we're ready to go?"

"Hnnn. Ah."

Sam nodded and tilted his head to expose the buckles to Elliott.

"Let's give your jaw a rest, Love." Elliott pressed his fingers against the ball in Sam's mouth as he reached behind his head and undid the buckles. He gently pulled the ball out of Sam's mouth and tossed it in the general direction of the table, and then Sam leaned heavily against him, working his jaw. "There, now, is that better, Darling?"

Sam nodded, giggling deliriously at him.

"Ahhhh love you ," Sam moaned, pressing himself into Elliott's chest. "Nnn ah love you, Sebby."

"Oh, I love you, too, Darling," Elliott cooed at him.

Sebastian returned from the table and slid his hand down Sam's bare back and around to caress his buttocks, and then he slapped the swell of his ass.

"I love you, too, Sammy."

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Sebastian raised another new linen covered in rubbing alcohol, and a different one that was dry that he handed to Elliott.

"This is gonna hurt, Sammy," he said softly.  Sam looked over at him and then rolled in Elliott's arms to offer Sebastian his chest.

"Ah~ It's ohhkay~" he said distantly, still working his jaw to relieve the ache in it. He moaned out an airy giggle, his head falling back onto Elliott's shoulder. "It's okaaay. It feels ghhooood ."

"Don't look down, Darling," Elliott purred, lifting Sam's chin and holding it up while he wiped the drool and blood from Sam's face with the dry cloth, giving more room for Sebastian to clean his chest. Sebastian wiped at the spots that were still bleeding, and Sam barely moved, no longer flinching from the cold isopropyl.

Sebastian finished and reached up to hold Sam up by the wrist strap on his collar as Elliott stepped back enough to use the cloth in his hand to wipe himself up before he put his prick away, and then they both turned to Sam as Sebastian reached around his neck and unbuckled the collar, pulling it off of him.

"Elliott's gonna get that leather off of you now, Sammy, and I'm gonna grab the robe and a blanket. Lean against the wall so you can stay up."

"Ohhhkee," Sam chirped, and he looked over his shoulder as Elliott moved out from behind him. He carefully stepped backwards to lean against the wall as Elliott came in front of him again. "Hiii, Paaaapiiiiii," Sam moaned, wiggling his hips.

Elliott chuckled at him, crowding him against the wall.

"I'm going to start with your arms," he said.

"Yeeehehee," Sam said, giggling at him. "You can do whatever you want to me."

Elliott stayed in front of him as he unbuckled the straps holding Sam's arms to his thighs, and then moved up to his waist and the buckles holding down his arms, but he left the mittens on for warmth as he knelt down and undid his ankles, waist, and legs. Sam sighed in pleasure and planted the mittens on Elliott's shoulders for balance.

Elliott carefully used his dry cloth to wipe down Sam's cock and the leather harness that was holding him captive, and then he tenderly freed Sam's equipment from it and helped him step out of everything, handing it off to Sebastian to toss onto the table.

"There we are, Darling," Elliott cooed, pressing his lips to the mound above Sam's soft prick and nuzzling into his belly. "None the worse for wear."

Sam giggled at Elliott as he stood up, and his arms went with him, the large mittens resting on Elliott's shoulders as he crowded Sam once again and reached around his torso to blindly unbuckle the harness around his chest.

He freed him from it, and then he unlaced the ties around Sam's biceps and brought the mittens down his arms, folding them together and handing them to Sebastian as he held his hand out for them.

Sam shook out his arms, and then he reached up with his hands, startlingly warm from being confined in the leather, and he wrapped both of his arms around Elliott's neck.

"Wanted to do this for so looong …" Sam moaned, pulling Elliott into a hungry kiss. Elliott cooed in pleasure, parting his lips to let Sam take his mouth until Sam giggled and dragged his teeth across Elliott's jaw. He pulled back and shuddered, leaning against the wall and playing in Elliott's hair. " Godddddhhh, you kiss so good. Am I pretty, Daahddheee?"

Elliott nodded, stroking down Sam's flank.

"You're so pretty, Puppy," Elliott cooed.

"Am I the preddiest dead guy you ever fukkkkin seeeeen?" Sam giggled, tangling his fingers around the locks in the base of Elliott's skull and moaning as his eyes drifted shut.

"Oh, yes , Darling. The prettiest little corpse I've ever fucked, too. There's blood all over your face from Sebastian's hands."

Sam moaned as he giggled at him, and he pulled Elliott's face down towards him again, nuzzling into his cheek.

"I fukkin loohhve yhuuu sooohh much," Sam groaned.

"I love you, too, my beauty. Let's get you into this robe and wrap you in the blanket and take you up to the house, alright?"

Sam nodded.

"Ohkiiieeee."

Sebastian helped Sam into the robe, and then put the blanket over Sam's shoulders, and Elliott lifted him into his arms. Sam squeaked, his arms weakly coming around Elliott's neck for balance.

"I've got you, Puppy. Not to worry."

"Ahhh~! No worrieez," Sam cooed, giggling.

"Are you ready, Darling?" Elliott asked, looking over at Sebastian.

Sebastian was looking at Sam, and he shook himself as he looked at Elliott.

"Uh. Yeah. I'm ready. You got him okay?"

"Noooo worrieez," Sam repeated, giggling as he buried his face into Elliott's neck. "Daddy's got me Dhha-lhing."

They slipped along the far side of the cabin as Sebastian locked it up, and the three of them walked briskly up the back path to Elliott's kitchen door. Sebastian unlocked that door for them and held it open as Elliott carried Sam inside and headed for the stairs.

"It's into the shower with you, Beloved," Elliott said, carefully going up the steps. "We can't make it too warm. Not at first. We don't want you to get dizzy."

Sam giggled.

"Nooh~," he said, shaking his head and trailing his fingertips down Elliott's chest. "That'd be baad."

Elliott chuckled deep in his throat.

"Oh, you're so cute like this, Pretty," Elliott said, squeezing Sam's shoulder. Sam giggled out a moan.

"Mmmhmm, I'm the cutest fuckin' corpse you've ever seen , Daddy. You told me so."

Elliott smiled at him.

"That's right , Beloved."

"Here lies Sammy. Knifed up by his boyfriends and then fucked t' death in their arms," Sam purred.

"Can you feel everything?" Sebastian asked from behind Elliott as they reached the second floor. "Toes? arms?"

Sam stuck his foot out from under the blanket and wiggled his toes at Sebastian. They were a little pink from the ice, but they seemed to move freely.

"Toes good~! Arms weren' ev'n cold."

"He means the pressure, Sweetness, from the straps?" Elliott prompted as Sebastian passed them to get into the bathroom and start the shower.

Sam giggled.

"Oh, yeah. No, no pinching." He raised his hand and waved all of his fingers at Sebastian as Elliott carefully set him on his feet.

Sebastian turned to him, bringing one of his feet up to rest across his thigh and balancing on the other as he deftly unlaced his boot and then switched feet, kicking his shoes aside and toeing off his socks before taking Sam's hand.

"Are you ready to go under?" Sebastian asked, pulling him towards the shower. Sam looked him up and down and pouted at his jeans.

"You've got your pants on, you'll get all wet," he said. Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed the robe off of Sam's shoulders. He handed it to Elliott, and then shoved his hands into his pockets, pulling out the bottle of alcohol and the poker and giving them to Elliott, too.

"That's okay. We have more clothes, remember?"

Sam bit his lip, but nodded as he carefully walked with Sebastian into the shower, and he directed him to stand just under the spray, his head staying out of it to keep his hair dry. Sam sucked in a breath as the room temperature water ran over him, and Sebastian carefully cupped his hands behind him, bringing the water around and rinsing the blood off of him. Elliott opened the linen cabinet and pulled out a pair of black towels, draping them over his arm and grabbing a pitcher from the side of the bath tub that he used to wash his hair, watching as Sebastian nuzzled Sam's face, using his hands to rinse him clean in the water.

"Soap~," Sam sang, reaching up to tangle his fingers into Sebastian's hair and smiling at him as he rinsed the blood off of his face. Sebastian laughed at him. "Juuuuss soap and water~ Because I have cuts~!"

"Yeah, Sammy," Sebastian said, nodding and lifting his face up to kiss him. Elliott watched them, momentarily distracted by the pink tinge of the water swirling down his drain, and then he walked up to the shower and handed Sebastian the pitcher. "You wash this, right?" he asked, holding it under the spray.

"Yes, once a month. I probably use it once a week. I haven't used it since I last washed it."

Sebastian nodded, satisfied, and he swirled a couple of inches around in the bottom to rinse, and then poured it out and filled it again, pouring the fresh water down Sam's chest to rinse the soap off of his chest. Then he filled it again and rinsed his own face, and then cleaned the blood off of Sam's face, too, before turning the water off.

"Go let Elliott dry you off, Baby," Sebastian said, kissing Sam one more time. Sam giggled at him, letting Sebastian shuffle them in a circle to trade places, and then he turned to Elliot as Sebastian unbuttoned his wet jeans.

" Hoooola, Papí ~" Sam purred, planting his hands on either side of the door frame to the shower. He looked striking, with his chest scratched and glowing pink, dripping with the water, and his eyes heated as dragged them down Elliott's form in front of him, licking his lips. Elliott's breath caught in his chest, arrested by the hunger on Sam's face. "You look so fuckin' hot with my blood all over you."

Elliott blinked at him in surprise, and then looked down at himself, seeing the bloody smears on his own chest and remembering that they would be all over his face, as well. He chuckled at Sam.

"I should probably wash off, too," he said, taking one of the towels and fluffing it out before holding it open for Sam. "I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot what a mess I must be. I'm surprised you let us walk out of the cabin like that, Sebastian."

Sebastian looked up as he stepped out of his wet jeans and picked them up, wringing them out and hanging them over the wall of the shower.

"Forgot," Sebastian said, clearing his throat. "I wanted to get back here to clean him up. Pretty sure nobody saw us. I hope."

Elliott swept the towel around the wettest parts of Sam, and then helped him carefully drape the towel around him for the walk to the bedroom before handing the second towel to Sebastian. Sam reached up and used the damp corner of his towel to wipe Elliott's face clean, smiling crookedly at him.

"That serial killer thing is hot as fuck," Sebastian said.

" Fuck , yeah, that was so hot, El," Sam agreed, his voice gravelly from moaning. He held the towel around himself with one hand and used the other to hold onto Elliott's shoulder for balance as he stepped out of the shower and stood next to him. "That knife is fucking insane , I want to play with that, like, all the time."

"I'm sure we can spend plenty of time playing with it, Beloved," Elliott said. "I'm going to pick you up again," he announced, sweeping Sam into his arms like a bride.

Sam sucked in a breath and then burst into giggles, grasping Elliott's shoulders and kicking his legs out in delight.

"Fuck, yeah, Daddy, carry me to bed and fuck my brains out all over again," Sam said breathlessly.

Elliott chuckled at him, letting Sebastian pass them and lead them into the bedroom as he toweled his hair dry.

"We're going to put the salve on first, Darling, and get you bandaged."

Sam licked his lips, looking over at Sebastian and smiling as Elliott brought him into the room.

"This is my favorite part of aftercare," Sam said, biting his lip and giggling as he looked back at Elliott. "Sebby gets all obsessive over me and covers every little cut with the gel and puts on the little butterfly bandages." He blinked in surprise and looked down at himself since he was covered with the towel and couldn't see his own chest. "Do I…" He blushed and started over. "Is that knife wound gonna be okay? I didn't look, because I promised, but does it need stitches or anything? There was probably a ton of blood. I wasn't paying attention."

Sebastian had already lined up the contents of his first aid kit on Elliott's bed in neat lines of bandages, antibiotic ointment, astringent, different bandages, medical tape, and gauze. On the nightstand were six water bottles, already mixed with lemonade electrolyte powder, also neatly lined up within Sam's reach. Elliott laid Sam on the empty space next to all of it, his head lying comfortably on the pillows, and Sebastian handed Elliott his towel so that he could wipe the rest of the blood off of his chest with it.

Sebastian took Sam's hand and squeezed it.

"Did you have a good time?" Sebastian asked.

Sam nodded eagerly, reaching back behind his head to fluff his pillow and sit his head up straighter.

"I feel so fuckin' good, Sebby," he said, his voice quaking. "I never thought that you would… that we even could …" Sam blushed. "That was the best scene we've ever had, Baby. Did… you have a good time?"

Sebastian cupped Sam's face and kissed him.

"Yeah," Sebastian purred. "Definitely top three. How do you feel? Physically?"

Sam giggled and slid his hand up Sebastian's arm.

"My stomach doesn't hurt, yet, but I'm sure that's gonna wear off before too long. How did you find a spot that the Doc was good with? I thought he said everywhere was a bad idea, especially on my stomach."

Sebastian stood up and pulled apart Sam's towel and pointed at the raw area on his abdomen.

"We didn't," he said, drumming on it with his fingertips. Sam hissed and looked down at it in surprise. He was distracted by the checkerboard of long scratches on his chest for a moment, and then Sebastian pressed on the raw spot and his eyes flew over to it. "Knife never went in, Sammy."

Sam sucked in a breath and he looked up at Elliott for confirmation, and he nodded, pulling Sebastian's knife from his pocket and flicking it open, showing him how perfectly clean it was. Elliott reached back into his pocket for the poker and handed it to Sebastian, who held it up and showed Sam the wedged side.

"What's that?" he said, frowning.

Sebastian flipped it around with his fingers and then prodded the rounded end of it into a clean spot on Sam's chest, smiling at him.

"Piece o' wood," Sebastian said, handing it over. Sam held it up and frowned at it. "Like those poker things Nico showed us at the club, like, a million years ago. Leah made it. Also, it turns out Elliott slept with Nico for a while and that's how he met Leah, who also knows Nico."

Sam's eyes widened and he sat up on one hand, reaching down and rubbing his other hand delicately over all of the scratches on his chest, looking in delight at all of the different lines, and then he ghosted his fingertips over the raw spot. He hissed as he touched it.

"Holy shit ," he said, breaking into giggles. "That thing hurt like a bitch ."

Sebastian stuck his tongue out at Sam and Sam giggled at him, leaning forward and kissing him.

"Yeah, the scars are gonna be from the glove and Elliott's knife, but you're probably gonna have a really shitty bruise from this thing," he said as he pulled away and leaned over to start collecting medical supplies. "I really jammed it in there when I said I was taking it out. I wanted it to hurt a bunch so that you wouldn't notice that you couldn't feel the knife. I also kinda got really into it. Now lay down and let me clean these."

Sam fell back onto the pillows and put his arms up over his head, smiling up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.

"Go on, Daddy," he said, giggling. "Goo me up."

"You wanna sit with him, Elliott?" Sebastian asked, looking over at Elliott again as he straddled Sam's thighs and picked up the gauze and astringent. Elliott frowned at him in confusion. "Like sit behind him and chat and stuff. I need to kinda zone out while I do this, it helps bring me down. You wanna keep Sam company?"

Sam nodded.

"I usually play on my phone until he's done," Sam said. "But if you wanna pet my head instead, that would be really cool. I'm gonna start crying when the endorphins finally drop, but it's not, like… It's just a thing. I'm not sad about the scene . I don't want you to freak out."

Elliott smiled at him and shook his head.

"I'm familiar, Pretty," he said, reaching out and caressing Sam's cheek. "I've had subs drop on me before. I didn't get comfortable speaking and behaving like a murderous freak all on my own."

Sam nodded and blushed at him, smiling softly.

"What kinda aftercare stuff do you need? We've never done a scene like this before, so what helps you come down?"

Elliott blushed back at Sam, opening his nightstand and pulling out a scrunchie and twisting his hair into a messy bun on top of his head.

"Lift up, Beloved," he said. Sebastian helped Sam sit upright, and Elliott slipped in beneath him, resting his back against the headboard and arranging Sam against his chest where Sebastian had access to his torso. As Sam settled back against him, Elliott picked up one of the water bottles and held it off to the side of both of them, shaking it to make sure that the powder was well mixed. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss, Darling, since I don't normally draw blood to this degree," Elliott said, using his free hand to squeeze Sam's bicep. "Normally my routine involves a hot bath with my sub in my lap and some lovely smelling body oil to soothe away the aches and pains while we cuddle and discuss the scene, and most of that is quite off the table."

Sam hummed, and reached over to run his hand down Elliott's thigh where it stretched out beside him.

"What do you wanna discuss about it?" Sam asked, drawing little circles with his fingertips. "I don't mind telling you all the stuff I liked, but, I mean, you were there. I'm pretty loud when stuff feels good."

Elliott chuckled and nodded.

"And that's very helpful, my love, that you're so vocal for me. The things I said to you can do very dark things to one's mind, and it's helpful to have such clear feedback the whole time."

Sam nodded, sucking in a breath as Sebastian started cleaning the deepest of his scratches with the astringent, and then he nodded again.

"We've only met with a couple other guys before you, back when we were first fucking around with the BDSM stuff. One of them didn't like how much I talked, so we only did one session before we told him to kick rocks. Nico liked it, though, and he spent a bunch of time coaching me on the best kind of feedback to give when I was being subby, and it's kind of just how I dirty talk, now. It gets me off telling you and Sebby how much I like the way you hurt me. Especially when we get in that feedback loop of you getting off on my telling you how much you get me off."

Elliott kissed Sam's temple and smiled into his hair.

"You don't think differently of me for saying those things to you?" he asked, slowly stroking the back of Sam's head.

Sam hummed at him.

"Why? Are we gonna find a dead body if we go dig around in the sand where you said you were gonna bury me? Some other skinny blond twink that's been missing from his online date in Grampleton?"

Elliott sighed dramatically.

"I've been meaning to tell you, but how would I ever live with myself if you knew about my secret stash of blond corpses?" Elliott lamented, pressing his lips to Sam's temple.

Sam giggled.

"Dude, I just came all over myself because I thought Sebby stabbed me. I have no room to judge what kind of dark role play gets you off. I'm not worried about you actually hurting me."

Elliott lowered his hand and pushed his face into Sam's hair, squeezing his eyes shut. His hand moved up to grasp his shoulders on either side as he inhaled deeply at his scalp, realizing that he was trembling.

"Thank you, Beloved," Elliott said softly.

Sam looked over his shoulder at him, biting his lip. He looked like he'd noticed that Elliott was shaking, as well.

"If you wanna wait until Sebby's done, he'll probably sit in the bath with you. I can chill on the floor next to you guys."

Elliott shook his head, sniffling sharply and shaking his head, reaching up to rub his face.

"No, I like this," Elliott said, stroking his fingers down Sam's thigh. "I like you laying on me like this."

Sebastian leaned over and picked up boxes of gauze and medical tape, sitting back on Sam's thighs as he opened them.

"We should eat," Sebastian said, glancing up at them. "I can't usually leave Sammy alone after a scene, but since you're here I wanna take a walk up to the Saloon and order some food."

"Can I suck his dick while you're gone?" Sam asked. Elliott blushed, though he kept his face hidden in Sam's hair.

Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, have sex, do whatever," he said, finally getting the box of gauze open and pulling out two of the paper packets, tearing them open. "I just need to be alone for a while, and it's not like we aren't gonna have sex again."

Sam nodded, petting his hand down Elliott's thigh as Sebastian began taping down the big square of gauze around the wound on his abdomen.

"I love you," Sam said.

Sebastian finished taping, and then tossed the boxes aside and leaned over Sam, planting his hands in the mattress on either side of him.

"I love you, too," he said, pressing their foreheads together. "Are you sure it's okay if I leave?"

Sam nodded, then looked up at Elliott.

"Is that okay with you?" he asked.

Elliott nodded.

"Yes, if that's what you need, Beloved," he said. "I'll watch over our little pup."

Sebastian raised up and cocked his head at Elliott.

"What do you need?"

Elliott felt his blush rise to his ears and he looked away, clearing his throat.

"A drink ," he said, laughing softly.

Sebastian studied his face for a long time, and then he smirked.

"It's so cute when you get all flustered after we fuck," Sebastian said, looking him up and down. Sam giggled. "Want me to pick up a bottle of wine?"

Elliott almost asked for bourbon, but he thought better of it and just shook his head.

"There's some of Milo's wine in the pantry cellar. Sam and I can wander down there once we've caught our breath."

Sebastian held his gaze, and then he nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"You wanna tell me you love me or what?" he said, smirking at Elliott as he pulled back to meet his eyes again. Elliott wrinkled his nose at him.

"Surely it's too soon , Darling. We've only been together for a few months."

Sebastian leered at him and Elliott leered back, and then Sebastian bit his lip.

"I… love you," Sebastian said softly, his eyes skirting away.

Elliott's heart soared, his breath leaving him and his hands tightening on Sam's arms. Elliott bit his lip, burying his nose into Sam's hair.

"I love you, too," he said, looking up through his lashes over the top of Sam's head.

Sebastian sat back on his heels, looking down at Sam.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked.

Sam nodded, smiling at Sebastian and snuggling back into Elliott's chest.

"Yeah, Daddy. Go get lunch for us. El and I will cry on each other and be ready to eat by the time you get back."

Sebastian nodded and slid off of the bed, walking over to his backpack and pulling out a black t-shirt. He handed it to Sam and then left the room with the backpack, heading to the bathroom for his boots.

Sam slowly sat up and looked down at his chest, experimentally trailing his fingers over the welts on his skin that remained uncovered. He stuck his tongue out and looked up at Elliott.

"This one hurt like a bitch," he said, giggling as he touched the angry red welt across his ribcage from Elliott's slashing. Sam got up on his knees and turned to face Elliott, running his hand up his thigh. "It, like, burned ."

Elliott hummed, watching Sam crawl towards him.

"That one is going to stick around for a few months if it doesn't scar permanently."

Sam nodded, smiling at him as he pulled on Sebastian's black t-shirt.

"I hope so," he said. "Man, my mom would shit a brick if she saw me right now." Sam snickered and knelt between Elliott's legs, planting his hands on his shoulders and leaning in to brush their lips together. "You wanna let me suck your dick while I cry on you, Daddy?"

Elliott choked on a laugh, reaching up to hold Sam's face in both of his hands, leaning forward to brush their noses together.

"We're going to make quite the pair when I start to weep with you," he said, sniffling.

Sam blushed, biting his lip.

"Do you wanna cuddle instead?"

Elliott laughed, shaking his head.

"No, I want to fuck, but I want to make sure we both get off before we become inconsolable, so we had better be quick about it."

Sam reached up to grasp both of Elliott's wrists, sniffling back at him and giggling.

"I don't mind if you fuck me while we cry, Daddy."

Elliott shook his head, pulling Sam towards him and capturing his lips. Sam moaned softly, starting to tremble in Elliott's arms. Elliott pulled back and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'd like to come as quickly as possible and then get a glass of wine, Sweetness, if that's alright with you?"

Sam giggled, pulling out of Elliott's grasp and leaning across the bed to pick up his bath towel.

"Ow. Fuck. Ow. Ow." He grunted as he sat up again and then he held the towel up. "You wanna lay this down and I'll lay on my back with it under my butt? You can pet all over my thighs and I can fuck myself on your cock until I come all over you."

Elliott bit his lip and then reached up and slowly pushed Sam onto his back, taking the towel from him and spreading it out under Sam's lifted hips. Sam giggled at him, reaching between them and unbuttoning Elliott's pants.

Elliott watched Sam's clever fingers free Elliott's prick from his pants, sighing in pleasure as his rough hands finally wrapped around his shaft and stroked him.

"Did you like your present?" Elliott mused, trailing his hands up the inside of Sam's thighs as Sam stroked both of their cocks in either hand.

Sam moaned softly at him, thrusting his hips into his own fist.

"Fuck, yes," Sam breathed, his voice gruff. "That knife is insane . I wanna role play with that more after I'm all healed up. Or before, if you just wanna run it on my neck the way you did without scratching."

Elliott smiled down at him, then looked over at the medical supplies laid out on the bed. He spotted a small bottle of lubricant and reached for it, picking it up. Sam looked at it and then laughed softly, biting his lip.

"I suppose Sebastian factored sex into your aftercare," Elliott said.

Sam nodded.

"He usually puts on some music and we have cuddle sex until I fall asleep, then he runs on his treadmill since he can't usually leave me alone"

Elliott wrapped his hand around Sam's prick, rubbing his thumb into his leaking slit.

"I want to ride you, Sam, are you alright with topping me?" Elliott asked.

Sam sucked in a breath and he blushed, wiggling his hips.

"For real?" he said in a small voice.

Elliott nodded, lifting up to his knees and working his pants down his legs.

"Carefully, of course," Elliott said. "I want to come with you inside of me, and I want you to come in me, and then we can go downstairs and watch television until Sebastian gets back."

Sam shivered, nodding as he watched Elliott toss his pants in the general direction of his laundry hamper.

"Fuck, yeah, Daddy, climb on top of me and sit on my dick."

Elliott opened the lubricant and took Sam's prick in his hand, slicking him up. Sam moaned softly, watching Elliott kneel on either side of his hips.

"Did I mention how much I enjoyed myself when we did this in Sebastian's bed, my love?" Elliott asked, wrapping his hand around Sam's shaft again and stroking him to hold it upright.

Sam mewled and Elliott shut his eyes, shuddering in pleasure as he sank himself down onto Sam's length.

" Yesss ," Sam moaned, his hands grasping Elliott's thighs. Elliott moaned softly, planting his hands on Sam's thighs and grinding his hips on him. " Oh , god, your ass feels so fuckin' good, Elliott."

Elliott let his head nod loosely between his shoulders.

"I'm mad for your cock, Sam," Elliott groaned, taking himself in his hand and squeezing the base of his prick, bucking his hips into his fist. "I've been so hungry to have you inside me since you last fucked me."

Sam moaned softly, using his hands on Elliott's hips to hold on as Elliott bucked, grinding downwards with the spring of the mattress until he could feel Sam's length thrusting inside of him.

"Oh, Daddy," Sam whimpered, his voice tight. "It's so fuckin' hot when you bounce on my dick like that."

Elliott groaned as Sam wrapped his hand around his cock, and he placed his hands on Sam's thighs, letting his head fall back as he worked his hips up and down.

"Want to help me find out how fast I can come from riding you like this?" Elliott breathed, shivering.

" Fuck , yes. Do it, Elliott. Bust that nut all over me, Daddy. Come all over my fuckin' chest until it stains my shirt."

Elliott choked on a laugh, interrupting it with a sharp moan as Sam bucked up against him.

"Isn't that Sebastian's shirt?" Elliott huffed, and then he laughed again when Sam thrust his hips upwards into his body once more. "He may object to staining it."

Sam bit his lip.

"I'll buy him a new one. It's for a good cause." Elliott sucked in a breath as Sam squeezed him at the base of his shaft and drew his hand upwards, milking Elliott's cockhead with his fist. "He wouldn't mind. Promise."

Elliott moaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut and running his hands beneath the hem of Sam's shirt, carefully petting his flanks on either side of where his bandages ended.

 "Tell me I'm beautiful, Puppy," Elliott whispered.

Sam moaned, his voice sounding wet.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, Daddy," Sam breathed, his fingers digging into Elliott's hips as his other hand rolled around the head of his cock. "Your body is fucking insane, I can't believe I get to fuck someone like you. I could watch you ride my cock like this forever."

Elliott shuddered, biting his lip.

"Tell me you love me."

Sam sobbed out a moan.

" Fuck , I love you. I'm so fucking in love with you, Elliott."

"I want your cum in me, Sam," Elliott breathed, wrapping his hand around Sam's wrist and thrusting his cock into his fist. "Give it to me, my love."

Sam shuddered beneath him, his other hand running up Elliott's stomach and digging his fingers into Elliott's chest.

"You first," Sam said, sniffling and laughing wetly. "Make yourself come on my fuckin' dick, El."

Elliott let his head fall forward, laughing softly back at him before he nodded.

"If you insist," he cooed, pumping his hips into Sam's fist and down onto his shaft as luscious heat pooled in his belly and tension coiled at the base of his spine.

"I do insist," Sam gasped, giggling below him as he bucked his hips again. "Gimme that fuckin' nut, Daddy."

Elliott moaned, falling forward on one hand and catching himself on Sam's breast, digging his fingers into his pectorals. Sam moaned, and Elliott could feel the angry welts under his fingertips.

" Fuck , Sam," Elliott groaned, his thighs locking up as the tight spiral of his release pooled behind his balls.

Sam moaned as Elliott's body clenched around him, and he squeezed Elliott's prick in his hand.

"Come, Daddy. Give it to me. Shoot your fuckin' cum all over me. Fuckin' cover me with it. Mark me with it."

Elliott choked on another laugh before his orgasm interrupted him, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he rocked erratically back and forth on the base of Sam's cock. Sam moaned beneath him, and Elliott opened his eyes enough to watch his own prick erupt in thick ropes across Sam's stomach and chest. Sam whined, watching Elliott shoot across his t-shirt. Elliott reached down and cupped Sam's face, smiling crookedly down at him as he squeezed his muscles around the base of Sam's length.

"Come inside me, Sweetness," Elliott purred. Sam nodded, his hips stuttering beneath Elliott before he arched his back and his cock jerked inside of Elliott's rim.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes, Daddyyyy . Fuuuuuuu– haaaaa- fuck ."

Sam's legs scissored beneath Elliott on the bed as his back bowed up off of the mattress as his seed poured into Elliott. His hands scrambled up Elliott's arms, grasping onto him, his prick kicking viciously inside of him.

" Oh , Sam," Elliott breathed, laughing deliriously as he slowly rode Sam through his orgasm. "You look so stunning like this, my sweet boy. Your cock is twitching like crazy inside of me."

Sam sobbed, digging his nails into Elliott's skin as he collapsed back on the bed, breathing harshly even as he giggled and covered his face with his hands to hide the tears in his eyes.

"Fuck," he said, sniffling again before giggling. "My abs hurt."

Elliott gently stroked Sam's chest through his shirt, still catching his breath.

"Do you want something for the pain?" he asked distantly, keeping hold of his afterglow as he settled back into his own body.

Sam nodded, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Can we lay on the couch and watch tv?"

Elliott nodded, carefully lifting himself off of Sam's prick and leaning above him on his hands and knees, nuzzling his cheek.

"You're the one who gets to tell Sebastian that you bullied me into coming all over his shirt," he teased, pecking his lips to Sam's forehead.

Sam nodded, watching Elliott slide off of the bed before pulling the towel out from under his hips and wiping the mess from his shirt. He also wiped himself clean and then rolled off of the bed and onto his feet, swaying. Elliott caught him under his arm to steady him, moving in to rest his other hand on the small of his back. Sam sniffled at him, sticking his tongue out.

"Oops," he said in a small voice, wrapping his hand around Elliott's bicep and digging in with his fingers.

"Why don't you sit on the bed for a few moments, Pretty, while I take care of some things in the bathroom, and then we'll head downstairs together?" Elliott offered, grabbing the body wipes from his nightstand and pulling one out for Sam.

Sam blushed and nodded his head, his leg starting to bounce as he tapped his heel on the carpet.

"Okay. Can I have a kiss?"

Elliott captured Sam's mouth immediately, surging into him. Sam whimpered, reaching up to rest his hands on Elliott's shoulders until he pulled away.

"Are you alright to be alone for a few moments?" Elliott asked, caressing Sam's cheek. "Do you want to come with me?"

Sam nodded.

"'M fine," he said, pressing his face into Elliott's palm. "Go do whatever."

"I'll be right back, Dearest," Elliott promised, hurrying to the bathroom.

Sam was still leaning against the bed with his leg bouncing when Elliott returned, but he'd put on a pair of soft boxers and taken off Sebastian's shirt. He was holding one of Elliott's black Henley shirts undershirts from the laundry, looking at it like he was wondering if Elliott would mind.

Sam jumped when Elliott walked up to him, hugging the shirt to his bandaged chest and blushing. He seemed to realize that it wasn't his shirt and he offered it sheepishly to Elliott.

"Sorry," he said softly. Elliott smiled at him.

" Oh no ," Elliott said teasingly, taking the shirt from him and shaking it out, "the man I'm dating wants to wear my shirt . How will I be able to look at him after something like that?"

Sam bit his lip, not looking at Elliott as he held his hand out for Elliott to drop the two pain pills into his hand.

"It…" Sam swallowed hard. "It was on top of your laundry. It…" Sam's ears turned pink and he blinked rapidly as tears filled his eyes. "It smells like you."

Elliott softened, biting his lip and wanting to shove Sam back into the bed and crush him with his weight, to bury his face into his hair and envelop him so that Sam could breathe him in directly.

Instead, Elliott sniffed the shirt to make sure it was at least a pleasant smell. Thankfully, he hadn't been particularly sweaty while he wore it. This was the shirt he'd worn yesterday, not the one he'd been drinking and dancing in at the Spirit's Eve gathering two days ago, so it didn't smell all that questionable. It mostly smelled like the sandalwood sachets that he kept in his armoire to deter moths.

"A cleaner one would probably make Sebastian happier," Elliott said softly, picking up a bottle of mixed lemonade from the nightstand and handing it to Sam.

Sam shrugged, blushing and not looking at Elliott as he took the medicine. Elliott studied the shirt for a moment longer before he decided it was clean enough, and he shook it out again and held the bottom of it open towards Sam. Sam lifted his arms enough that Elliott could get it on him, and then he watched as Elliott crossed to his armoire and retrieved another Henley, this one a dark green and his gray and black striped pajama pants.

"Thank you," Sam said in a small voice, twisting the cap onto his empty water bottle, then he hugged the fabric of the shirt against himself and buried his face in the excess fabric around his neck. Elliott pulled on his pants and walked over to Sam as he pulled his shirt down over his head.

"Is everything green, Darling?" Elliott asked. Sam looked up at him and blushed again, nodding as he dropped the fabric and acted like he hadn't been nuzzling it.

"Yeah," he said. "Just… coming down."

Elliott reached out and cupped Sam's face, leaning down to press their foreheads together.

"You can also rub your face on me , Beloved. I don't think you're weird for wanting to be close to me. I want to be close to you, too."

Sam sniffled, nodding his head.

"Thank you," he said.

"I'm here for you , Precious, and I'm not going anywhere. You are my priority right now, and I am here for you to weep on. We can even get wine drunk, if that's what you want, and make out on the couch until Sebastian gets home and you can weep on him, as well."

Sam sucked in a breath, beginning to tremble in Elliott's arms.

"Thank you," Sam repeated softly.

"What would you like to watch?" Elliott asked, crowding Sam against the bed.

Sam's hand shook as he reached up and ran his hand down Elliott's arm.

"Something stupid that I've seen before. Something that takes no brain. Do you have a blanket down there or should I bring this one? I think there's blood on it."

Elliott nodded.

"We'll put this one in the laundry. sebastian brought one of yours here a couple of weeks ago," Elliott said. "I must confess to having napped with it once or twice, and rubbing my face on it. It smells like the two of you, too. It's like maple sugar, evergreen branches, and motor oil."

Sam sniffled and giggled quietly, reaching out to fist his shaking hands in Elliott's shirt.

"Did you, um…" Sam bit his lip. "Did you still want that glass of wine?"

Elliott nodded.

"Would you like one, too, Beauty?"

Sam shifted on his feet, his ears glowing pink.

"Yes, please," Sam said. Elliott rubbed his thumb back and forth on Sam's cheek, smiling at him. "Can you carry me?" Elliott swept Sam into his arms, earning a squeak as Sam slid his arms around Elliott's neck and buried his face into the hollow beneath his jaw. "I love you," Sam said into his skin.

Elliott rubbed his cheek against Sam's jaw, cooing at him. Sam trembled in his arms, his body shivering as Elliott carried him down the stairs.

"I love you, too, Sam," Elliott said against his ear. Sam's fingers dug into his shoulders and he sniffled into Elliott's hair as they started down the stairs.

"I'm sorry about my parents," Sam whispered. Elliott pressed his lips together, focusing on keeping his footing as he descended the steps. "I know you were upset on Halloween because we couldn't touch you. I was, too. I hated it. I hated not being able to be all over you like you were my boyfriend. I hate that I can't even be strong enough to tell my own mother that I'm dating two men. I'm so sorry, Elliott. I'm in love with you, and I feel so goddamn selfish."

Elliott set his jaw, tightening his grasp on Sam as he reached the bottom of the steps and headed for the couch.

"I don't blame you for anything, Precious," Elliott said tightly. " Never . Both of you were as clear as possible about your situation and I signed up for it anyway. I signed up for you , parents and all. That means waiting a few months for you to move out of your mother's house, and it's worth it. I'll wait years, if I have to, Beloved, because I want this. I chose this."

Elliott set Sam down on the couch and knelt on the cushion with his knees on either side of him, pressing their foreheads together.

Sam dug his fingers into Elliott's shoulders, shaking his head.

" I don't want to do this anymore," Sam said shakily. "I thought I could handle it. I thought just being with you would be enough, but I'm so jealous of how Sebby just gets to talk to you all the time and look at you like he loves you, and even touch you, like casually , and I have to pretend you're, like, a stranger . He gets to have you in his room . He gets to sit in his backyard with you and just hang out ."

Elliott shut his eyes, feeling tears escape his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, my love, I wish I could soothe that ache in you. It kills me whenever I can't hold your hand or greet you when you get to Sebastian's house. I feel so horrible having to pretend you aren't the center of my universe. I would give anything to give that to you."

Sam sucked in a shaky breath, wrapping his legs around Elliott and pulling him closer.

" No , it's me . I feel so fucking stupid, Elliott. I want to tell my mom about you every fucking day, but I'm so scared that she's going to lose her mind at me, and that my dad will blame me for upsetting her. I'm so scared she'll try to fight me into seeing a different therapist and–"

"Hey, come now. Slow down," Elliott said, shaking his head. He reached up and tightened his fingers into Sam's hair, pulling until Sam shuddered. "Breathe, my love, before you spiral away from me." Sam sucked in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "In through your nose and out through your mouth."

Sam trembled on the couch in front of him, exhaling in that practiced way that came with having been coached through panic attacks in the past. Elliott took Sam's hand, bringing it to his lips and looking up at him through his lashes. Sam sniffled, whimpering as Elliott used his other hand to dry the tears from his eyes.

"I wanna be with you, Elliott," Sam said, squeezing Elliott's hand back. "I'm so tired of hiding shit about myself that makes me happy."

Elliott kissed Sam's knuckles and stroked his fingers down the back of his hand, watching him.

"It's almost over," he said softly. "Soon the two of you will live in your own home on the beach and you can distance yourself from that pressure, and I'm going to be here with you when it happens."

Sam sniffled, biting his lip and shaking his head.

"I don't want to wait that long."

Elliott squeezed his eyes shut, holding Sam's hand to his chest.

"Beloved, I want so badly to be public about how much I love you that I weep at the very thought of it finally happening someday, but I love you so deeply that I will wait as long as I need to for us to be able to be together for all to see. I will move the very stars to protect you until you move out, and I will be with you for every second that I am able in the meantime."

Sam sobbed, choking on his next breath as he pressed his forehead to Elliott's shoulder.

"I wanna see you more . I don't wanna have to plan for eight different fucking variables to come and visit you. I don't want to have to lie about where I'm going, and who I'm going to be with, and to have to rope Abby into lying for me if my mom gets paranoid. I just…" Sam sobbed again. "I want to be proud of you, Elliott. I want to point at you and tell everyone that you're mine . I want to tell my mom about you so she can get over it already, and we can hold hands , for fuck's sake."

Elliott smiled sadly.

"It's so close to being time for that, Sweetness. You and Sebastian are doing incredibly well to get as far as you have."

Sam shook his head.

"I want to tell my mom," he said firmly. "I want to find out if she'll kick me out, already, because I'm tired of being afraid that she will. I want to know what she'll do. Mostly I want my dad to stop looking at you like he hates you because he thinks you only like Sebby."

Elliott felt tears spring to his eyes and he pressed his face into Sam's hair. His heart erupted at the sound of those words, and he clenched his jaw to fight back the desperate and misguided thoughts that sprang to his lips, willing himself to be calm to temper Sam's distress.

"Sam, I will support you, and we can talk about this, but you are in the middle of coming down from a very intense scene and there are a lot of hormones racing through your brain right now. I will hold you and I will cling to every word that you have to say as if it were the voice of Yoba, but sub-drop is the worst time for you to sort your feelings out about something like this. Please let yourself breathe through the chaos you're feeling instead of letting it tie you up in knots."

Sam sobbed again, nodding against Elliott's shoulder and cradling Elliott's arm closer to his chest.

"That's what Sebby said when I cried on him last time," he whimpered. "And Dr. Clark when I told him about it the next week. But how am I supposed to know which feelings I'm avoiding because it's a good idea to wait and what I'm just being a coward about?"

Elliott bit his lip, petting his hand down Sam's back.

"I just need you to be safe , Beloved," Elliott said, his voice quaking. "I'm not worried about your father's impression of me if it means that your home life is peaceful. Peace means that you can keep coming to see me. Making sure that you are safe does not make you a coward."

Sam pulled away and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his borrowed shirt, 

"I'll move in with Seb," Sam said, shaking his head. "We've talked about it before. Even Robin agreed that I could stay for a few months until the house is done."

Elliott nodded, biting his lip.

"If you want to talk about it among the three of us, I will support whatever you decide, my love. I love you."

Sam looked up at him, studying his face, and then the tears bloomed again.

"I love you, too," he said in a small voice.

Elliott captured Sam's lips, drawing him upward with the hand in his hair and pressing up against him. Sam shivered, wrapping his arms around Elliott's waist and arching up to meet him, digging his fingers into Elliott's hips. Elliott took a shaky breath as he pulled back and kissed Sam's forehead.

"Here, now," Elliott said, turning to the coffee table and picking up the remote to give to Sam. "You set up something for us to watch and I will go and pour us some wine. Sebastian will be home soon and the two of us will lavish you in affection while we eat. I will be right back , Pretty."

Sam grimaced at being treated so delicately, but Elliott also felt delicate at the moment, so he hurried to the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine, cradling both in one hand and taking the bottle in the other.

The television volume was low when Elliott returned, and Sam was playing with the settings on the subtitles. He took the glass that Elliott held out to him and tucked himself into the arm of the couch so that he could see the screen to finish setting up. Elliott set the wine on the end table next to the arm of the couch and turned to the folded blue-and-yellow plaid fuzzy blanket on the other end of the couch, fluffing it out and spreading it over Sam before picking up his wine glass and shooing him upright, taking the spot in the corner of the couch.

Sam blushed, scooting aside to let Elliott sit, and then squeaking softly as Elliott pulled him back until Sam was draped across him. Sam hit play and fiddled awkwardly with the remote as he balanced his glass of wine and snuggled into Elliott's chest at the same time.

Elliott nuzzled into his hair, sighing happily as Sam set his wine and the remote on the floor next to the couch and burrowed into Elliott's shirt, sliding his arms around Elliott's waist and clinging to him, laying on top of him on the couch. Elliott caressed the back of Sam's head, stroking down his hair to his neck and shoulders.

They were halfway through the second episode when the door in the kitchen opened and closed, followed by the crumpling and rustling of a paper bag.

Sebastian appeared at the kitchen door a few moments later, balancing a fry boat topped full of cheese and grilled onions on top of a larger to-go container sitting on a stack of paper plates. Sam looked over at him and hummed, kicking his feet up from beneath the blanket.

"Hi, Daddy," Sam said, his voice muffled in Elliott's chest. "Watch out for my wine glass on the floor."

Sebastian leaned down and kissed Elliott, pressing his forehead against him for a moment before reaching down with his free hand and fisting it in Sam's hair, rolling his head gently back and forth for a moment. Sam moaned weakly, sighing happily as Sebastian released him and lifted the other side of the blanket. He picked up Elliott's legs and sat down, pulling both of their legs back down across his lap and setting the container of food on the backs of Sam's legs.

"I got burgers," he said, looking up at Elliott. "Everything good? You coming down okay?"

Elliott nodded, smiling softly at Sebastian as he continued to pet Sam's shoulders.

"We made love, cried on each other, and then we started watching television."

Sam hummed.

"Elliott was on top and I made him come on your shirt since he couldn't come on my chest," Sam said. "I'll buy you a new one if it stains."

The corner of Sebastian's mouth turned up.

"We'll wash it and see how it goes," he said, offering the fry boat to Elliott. "I figured there would be blood on it, so I was already gonna soak it in dish soap. I'm not worried. Did you start bleeding?"

Sam shook his head, hunmin again and carefully lifting his leg to pet Sebastian's calf with his foot before settling again. Sebastian set the plates and food box on his back and began to assemble the burgers that Gus had packed for them.

Elliott set his wine glass on the end table beside the couch and nibbled on a fry, holding the boat low enough that Sam could pick off of it, too.

"I wanna tell my mom about Elliott," Sam said, not looking at either of them. 

Elliott blushed, looking up at Sebastian for his reaction.

Sebastian didn't look up from his work with the food.

"Do you want to make it a big deal or do you just want to tell her and be done with it?" Sebastian asked. "Is this a 'come stand near me' or is this 'I need you and your mom to come over because I need back up'?"

Sam trailed his fingers in circles around the shirt button at Elliott's clavicle.

"More like 'I'm going to tell her, can I please move in with you if shit goes down?' kind of thing," he said softly.

Sebastian nodded.

"You're the one who needs sunshine and stuff, like a plant, who didn't want to live in a basement when we talked about it before," he said. "You're at my house more than half the week already and I'm gonna fuck off into the woods sometimes or out on the bike whether you're there or not, so it's not like you're gonna be intrusive when I need space. We just don't have anywhere to store your stuff that won't fit in my room, and we won't have anywhere to record demos since mom's woodshop makes so much noise."

Sam blushed, reaching up to rub his face before shoving a handful of fries into his mouth and chewing them instead of answering. When he finished, he rested his chin on Elliott's sternum and went back to touching the tiny button on the collar of Elliott's shirt.

"I want to tell her," he said again.

Sebastian pulled a paper plate out from under the to-go box and set an assembled burger on it, handing it to Elliott.

"Maybe she'll surprise us and you can just crash at my place for a few days while she cools off, and then she'll get over it. If she doesn't, then your dad will help us get you out and maybe Milo will let us stash some things in one of his sheds until our place is ready."

Sam fell quiet, looking over at the television as he trailed his fingers across the soft jersey of Elliott's shirt.

Elliott set the paper plate on the side table and pet Sam's head.

"You really think my dad will help?" Sam asked after several moments. "You don't think he'll be upset?"

Sebastian shook his head.

"Sam, you know he's keeping quiet because you're anxious about it. He'd rather you just ripped the bandaid off and tell her you're kinky and polyam so that he can be more up front about telling her why she doesn't want to know the answers to her questions and where you are. If you give him a heads up beforehand he'll back you up. He just wants you to be happy."

Sam bit his lip, nodding.

"Okay," he said softly.

Sebastian pulled another plate from under the to-go container and placed the second burger on it, holding it out to Sam.

"Eat," Sebastian said. "We'll talk about it again tomorrow when we've gotten some sleep and we're not raw about everything. We can decide then if you want to talk to your dad alone or if you want me to go with you."

Elliott helped Sam sit up, lifting his legs so that they were across both of their laps when Sam sat down again. Sam leaned over and picked up his glass of wine and sipped it, settling back against the couch.

"I'll go with you to talk to him," Elliott said, looking up at Sam. "If you want me to. With or without Sebastian, I would go with you. I would tell him face to face that I am in love with you."

Sam sniffled and looked away from him, sucking down his wine and shaking his head.

"Thank you," he said in a small voice, handing his empty wine glass to Elliott. "I'll think about it."

Elliott took it from him and leaned forward to kiss his temple. Sam whimpered softly and then smiled as he sat back against the couch, and Elliott set his empty glass on the end table.

"How was your walk, Beloved?" Elliott asked, picking up his plate again and looking over at Sebastian.

Sebastian looked up and shrugged.

"It was good. I fucked around on the beach for like twenty minutes after I called the order in, and then walked up to the Saloon. Talked to Gus for a few minutes while he was on the grill."

Sam giggled.

"You were probably still outside when we finished our quickie," Sam said.

Sebastian smirked.

"Sure was. I could see Elliott through the window while he was humping you, and I definitely saw your cock going up into his ass when you bucked your hips at one point. You should close your curtains, El."

Elliott frowned, looking up at the ceiling in the general direction of his bedroom as he tried to imagine where one would have to stand to see them.

"From the beach ?" he mused. "Even with all of the trees?"

Sebastian snickered.

"Yeah, there's a break in the branches over by the wood pile next to the cabin, I could see directly into the bedroom."

Elliott looked over at Sam and looked him up and down.

"I agree we should close the curtains for most encounters, but that offers some exciting options for fucking up against the window while one of you watches from outside."

Sam looked up at him and then giggled.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "I wanna fuck you up against the glass."

Elliott chuckled and Sebastian grunted, pouring sauce onto his burger inside of the to-go container.

"Abby will watch," he said. "I'll smoke weed with her out front if you want an audience."

Elliott opened his mouth to respond, and then closed it again, pressing his lips together in thought.

"That is touching very confusing parts of my feelings," he said, frowning. Sebastian looked up, his eyebrows raised.

"Then we won't," he said, shrugging. "She's just a built-in volunteer since she keeps watch when we fuck in public all the time. We could ask Emily and Leah instead. Milo would probably be down, too. Or it could just be between us."

Elliott shook his head.

"No, it isn't that…" he frowned. "I just never considered that performing for Abigail would be on the table. I don't know if I want it because of my disdain for her partner, or if that's the reason I don't want it. Or if I don't want it because I don't know her, or if I do want it because I don't know her, so it's more thrilling. I can see both options from both sides and all of them are rather complicated feelings, and I am very emotionally raw at the moment."

Sam reached across Elliott and strategically held his plate beneath his hand as he scooped a handful of fries out of the boat and piled them next to his burger.

"We've fucked in front of her tons of times, and she's kept watch even more times than that. She wouldn't tell him anything if we told her you didn't want her to," Sebastian said.

Elliot shook his head.

"No, I don't think she would. Plus, she already hears about everything we do together," Elliott mused. "But that's another reason it's so conflicting to think about. Do I accept that she knows everything already and just surrender, or do I keep something for myself when it comes to the two of you?"

Sebastian nodded, and Sam blushed.

"Are we… not supposed to be talking about having sex with you around Alex?" Sam asked, biting his lip.

" No , Darling," Elliott said, shaking his head. "Tell him everything about how good I am at fucking you. I'm living for every second that he spends listening to you tell Abigail about all of the incredible sex we're having without him," Elliott said, grinning at Sam and squeezing his shoulder. Sam smiled at him. "But it feels different if Abigail is a third party participant. I… I feel as if I'm explaining this poorly."

Sebastian put the top bun on his burger and took a bite, shrugging.

"We can talk about that later, too," he said around his mouthful. "It's not like we're gonna invite her over this weekend or anything. But you know what we can talk about." Elliott and Sam looked over at Sebastian as he swallowed his food and lifted the burger for another bite. "We can talk about how fucking hot Elliott was with that knife in his hand when he licked up the blood and then shoved his tongue into my mouth."

Elliott choked on a laugh, coughing and clearing his throat before bushing and moving his hair behind his ear.

"I'm thrilled that you liked it, Precious," he said. "I'm sorry we didn't discuss it beforehand, but you seemed amenable to the bloodplay when I looked over at you, and I've seen quite a few photos of Sam with blood smeared all over his mouth like you'd been kissing, so I took the opportunity when it presented itself."

"Mmhmm," Sebastian said. "And that serial killer schtick, too. I mean, it's immediately a problem if they ever find a body in the sand over by the wood pile, but as long as it's just a kink, it's hot as fuck ."

Sam giggled.

"That's what I said, too, when you were cleaning me up," he said, picking at his fries.

Sebastian nodded and held up his fist. Sam fist bumped him and Elliott scrunched his nose at them.

"I'm glad you liked it," Elliott said, biting his lip. "I've never had a partner who… enjoyed it. It was generally they say they want me to scare them and then it turns into 'get away from me, you freak, until I call you because I want to get off again.'" Elliott snorted in a small laugh. "Except Leah, which is handy, since I'm quite enamored with her, but she likes a more fantasy type of violence, like the vampire scene we did. It's still quite fun, though."

Sebastian nodded.

"We should do that killer thing again. I'll play either side, I'm really into it," he said.

"Me, too," Sam said, giggling. "I can think of some real yandere psycho shit to say if you ever wanna do that."

"Yan-what?" Elliott asked, frowning at him. He shook his head. "Nevermind, I'll just look it up."

Sam snickered and Sebastian smirked.

" Bro , do not look it up," Sebastian said, shaking his head. "I'll just send you the hot ones."

Sam giggled again, nodding.

"Yeah, don't look it up. It's, like, a murder porn trope."

"You don't need that in your search history," Sebastian agreed. "Especially when you're not gonna know how to sort through all of the bullshit to get to the good ones."

Elliott's frown deepened and Sam giggled at him.

"It's usually anime and hentai and stuff, but it's just a trope now, so you can find it in, like, video games and stuff, too," he offered.

"What is it, though?" Elliott asked.

Sam cocked his head in thought and set down his burger, sucking the fry salt off of his fingers.

"Think of like, the cute shy chick in the corner coming up and telling you she has a crush on you, except the more she talks, she's saying shit like 'I've been following you home at night because I wanna be with you. If I found out you had another girlfriend I would kill her so you could be with me.' Some real 'if I can't have you, no one will' shit, but with, like, murder. It'd be really upsetting if it happened in real life, but, like, for me , it hits the 'I'm special' button so hard when it's Sebby during fear play, and it's fun to power trip about it when I do it to him back."

Sebastian reached up and fisted his hand in Sam's hair, pulling his head down and purring into his mouth.

"'You belong to me , and I'll kill anyone who ever fucking looks at you.'"

Sam grabbed Sebastian's shirt, leaning towards him.

"'No one will ever love you like I love you, I'm gonna make sure of it,'" he growled into Sebastian's lips.

"'I've been breaking into your house while you're at work so that I can lay in your bed and bury my face in your pillows and jerk off while I think about you sleeping there at night.'"

Sam moaned softly, snapping his teeth next to Sebastian's jaw.

"'I'm gonna break into your room tonight and watch you sleep and touch you when you can't fight back.'"

"'I'll tie you up in my basement and keep you locked up safe in my closet so no one else can ever have you,'" Sebastian grated. Elliott's eyebrows raised as Sebastian's hand slid up Elliott's calf and his nails dug into his skin beneath the leg of his pajama pants.

"'I'll fuck you every day, Baby,'" Sam moaned softly, dragging his tongue up Sebastian's cheek. "'I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to run away from me. I'll break your legs if I have to.'"

"'If you try to leave me, I'll fucking gut you.'"

"'You can't leave me if you're dead.'"

"'I'll die, too, and then we'll be together forever .'"

Sam growled into Sebastian's mouth again.

"'Mmm, but not before I have some fun with you one last time since you can't fight back anymore.'"

Elliott blinked in surprise and Sebastian looked up at him over the top of Sam's head, sticking out his tongue as he released his grip on Elliott's leg. Sam laughed again, settling back on the couch.

"Basically it's shit like that," Sebastian said, shrugging. "So fucked up roleplay is already on the table and that serial killer stuff was right up our alley."

Sam nodded, looking over at Elliott with a blush across the bridge of his nose.

"We don't do it often, it's more for special occasions, like this morning," he said, smiling sheepishly. "Like, we haven't done that since that ski trip last winter."

Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, since we got that separate rental place we spent a couple of days pretending to be snowed in and we just fucked around and did stuff we can't really do at my place."

Elliott chuckled.

"So that's why you weren't at the chalet with us."

Sebastian grinned.

"Hell, yeah. You can go fuckin' nuts with that wood knife on me, if you wanna do that later, or we can flip it around and Sam and I will play psycho for you."

Elliott pursed his lips thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side.

"I've never had anyone be murderous back ," he said. "I've never been on the other side of any fear scene, so I don't know, yet, how that would affect me."

Sam grunted as he picked up his burger and stuck his tongue out at Elliott.

"Well, you uncorked the psycho killer stuff when you killed me this morning. Bottle's open and there's kink all over the floor now. It's too late to back out."

Sebastian nodded as the corner of Elliott's mouth turned upwards.

"You showed your hand and we showed ours back, so now we're all gonna be kinky freaks together and bully each other into coming our brains out."

Elliott sighed dramatically, reaching his hand across the back of the couch to tangle his fingers into Sebastian's hair as he gestured to the empty room with a couple of fries.

"However will I cope with the pressure to come over and over for two beautiful young men?" he lamented.

Sam grinned at him as he chewed his burger, and Sebastian reached across Sam to steal a few fries off of his plate.

"One orgasm at a time," Sebastian said, smirking.

"Duh," Sam said in agreement.