“You see, my father was not happy with the idea, and he didn’t like me reminding him he passed down the company to me and I could handle it, but in the end— Are you two listening?”
Wolfgang smiles at Rajan, a full-on real smile that he only saved for a few people in the world. He was listening, but there was so much someone could listen while thirteen thousand kilometers away Lito, Dani and Hernando were sitting through dinner, Dani and Hernando passing the control of a vibrator back and forth, edging Lito enough that he was broadcasting waves of pleasure through the connection that were impossible to ignore.
Wolfgang, who is not a beginner in the art of edging, could stay still, pay attention and nod at the right times. But Kala? Kala is gripping her fork and hasn’t had a bite of her breakfast for the last five minutes. Wolfgang is counting the seconds until she breaks and decides to do something about it.
“Yes, Rajan. Your father,” says Kala, putting on a smile that didn’t hide at all that something else was going on. She played with the eggs on her plate, without eating any of it.
Before Wolfgang can reply, the vibrator inside Lito gives a quick succession of pulses and Kala gasps out loud.
“Okay, what am I missing?” Rajan asks.
“Lito’s playing with his partners and he’s being extremely loud about it.”
“I’m actually supposed to stay silent,” says Lito, briefly visiting next to Wolfgang, his chest heaving as if he just ran a marathon. “Maybe you two are being loud.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” answers Kala, to Lito and Wolfgang only. Lito doesn’t stay to argue about logic.
“Ah, I see,” replied Rajan, unaware of their little exchange. “Was that Lito visiting?”
“How did you—?”
“I’m getting better at spotting both of you visiting. Do you need to take care of something?”
Wolfgang, already aroused because Lito was spilling over the bond, found Rajan learning how to keep up with them incredibly hot. He didn’t have to try, Wolfgang wouldn’t lie to him, not now, not ever. Kala sat with her back straight at Rajan’s question.
“I’m going to have breakfast and then go to work. Lito can’t be much longer anyway.”
Kala’s resolve was adorable, but ultimately pointless when Riley and Will decide to visit Lito and join the fun. Fanning herself with her hands, Kala then put the back of her hand to her forehead, as if checking for a fever. She lets her hand swipe the sweat on her temples and fans herself once more. But it wasn’t a simple fever, and Lito, Riley and Will would not be compartmentalized away.
Dropping her fork with a clank, Kala stands up and says, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Again?” Wolfgang teases. Kala gives both of them a charged look.
“Well, aren’t you going to join me?” Rajan and Wolfgang look at each other and smile. They scramble after her at the same time.
The shower in the Rasal household was big enough to comfortably fit two people, but three was pushing it a little. Not that that had ever stopped them. By the time Wolfgang and Rajan reach the bathroom, Kala’s clothes were on the floor and she was standing under the shower head, hands against the wall, water running down her beautiful body in rivulets that make Wolfgang’s breath catch in his throat.
Rajan gasps when he catches Kala’s body in the shower. Wolfgang quickly undresses, his clothes tossed just as Kala did a minute before. Instead of going to the shower immediately, he turns to Rajan, whose hands fumble to undo the button of his pants. Wolfgang quickly undoes the zip, pulling his pants down with his underwear, letting Rajan lean on him as he steps out of his clothes.
Without any further ado, Rajan steps inside and Wolfgang follows, his body solid against Rajan’s who kisses the back of Kala’s neck as soon as he steps into the shower. With the wordless synchrony they’ve worked out during their time together, Rajan turns around to face Wolfgang, a question in his eyes.
“We can do this either way,” he says before Rajan can complete his question.
In lieu of a response, Rajan takes Wolfgang’s face in his hands and draws him closer, kissing him directly under the water. They kiss, hard, their breaths uneven until Wolfgang can feel Rajan’s hard cock against his thigh. He runs his hands over his sides, his back, his buttocks, touching every centimeter of skin he’s allowed to touch. Occasionally, his touches run into Kala’s, and before he can completely form the thought, he’s visiting behind Kala, kissing the back of her neck in the same way she kissed Rajan’s.
As if sensing that he was not completely there, Rajan stops and turns to Kala, but instead of kissing her, he switches places with her until she is in the middle of them. It was so skillful that Wolfgang felt a slight surge of jealousy, wanting to be manhandled the same way. He doesn’t linger on that feeling though, because Kala’s back was to him now and her wet body was pressing against him. Rajan slightly pushed Kala in his direction and he took the hint, kissing her until he was working a bruise at the junction where her neck met her shoulder.
Wolfgang didn’t mind marks on him. In fact, he felt happier when Kala’s nails left a trail on his back that Rajan would later trace with his tongue. Kala and Rajan indulged from time to time and let him leave a mark on them too, as if they too needed the reassurance that not having a ring didn’t change their relationship.
Deciding they had enough teasing, Kala turns around to face Wolfgang, briefly kisses him then reaches behind him to turn off the tap.
“Let’s not waste water like that,” Kala says, her breath hot against Wolfgang’s cooling skin. “Bed. Now.”
Wolfgang doesn’t have any choice but to follow Kala’s order, stepping on the trail of clothes he and Rajan left on their walk to the shower. It feels like he walks forever, it feels like he teleports to the bed. Nothing matters when Kala sits on top of him, rubbing herself against his hard cock.
He grabs her hips, stilling them to rub against her too, but when he shifts his hips up, she moves away, teasing.
The weight of Rajan shifts the bed until he too is sitting on top of Wolfgang, behind Kala, rubbing his own dick against both Wolfgang and Kala. Wolfgang lets his head fall back, savoring the weight of his partners. He knows that comes next, or he imagines it well enough that it feels like he’s lived it already.
Kala shifts her body and moves up, coming to sit just shy of Wolfgang’s face just as Rajan moves the rest of the way up to sit high on his thighs, the perfect point to jack both of them off at the same time.
Wolfgang looks up, catching sight of Kala’s eyes as he does so. “Tap my leg three times if I’m suffocating you.”
He nods enthusiastically, already salivating at the thought of eating her out. Reverberating through the bond, he feels Will’s pleasure when Riley sits down on his dick, then he feels Riley’s as Will thrusts up. Wolfgang can’t catch all that’s happening because Lito continues to be loudly broadcasting his own pleasure.
“Wolfgang, I mean it. No passing out this time.” Kala’s serious tone only reminds him how hot it had been to have her come so hard, her thighs suffocated him long enough to pass out for a minute or so.
“Will you just sit on my face already?” Rajan’s hand, slick with spit, wraps around both of their dicks and Rajan moans, making Wolfgang’s hips thrust up to meet Rajan’s slow motion. Still looking up at kala, he says, “your pussy isn’t gonna eat itself, you know?”
Kala laughs, then shifts up, sitting on his face where Wolfgang’s tongue is waiting and she moans. He strokes the sides of her clit, moving slowly until his tongue finds her hole and fucks with his tongue into her, tasting the soft tang of her insides.
Just when he’s getting used to a rhythm between the strokes of his tongue and the thrusting of his hips, Rajan’s hips shift down, rubbing them together faster than before. Wolfgang moans around Kala’s clit and she moans too at the soft vibration. It’s a feedback loop he never wants to leave: Rajan’s touch makes him moan into Kala and her pleasure flows into him through their bond louder than Riley’s, louder than Will’s and finally, louder than Lito’s.
He’s glad for the pillow behind his head when Kala becomes impatient and thrusts her pelvis down to fuck his face. Wolfgang knows his tongue is hitting exactly the right way when her thighs tighten around him, then she’s coming, all wet and savory on Wolfgang’s mouth. Wolfgang feels it in every centimeter of his body as if he was coming himself.
She stays put for a minute, but moves up when Wolfgang spells her name with his tongue, overstimulation getting the best of her.
Wolfgang wants to say something, but then Rajan is leaning down and kissing him hard, rubbing against him with renewed vigor. Wolfgang takes matters into his own hand, wrapping his fingers around both of them, working them a little off-sync, but with a feral energy to it that tips him over the edge and he’s coming, moaning into Rajan’s mouth.
After that, Rajan’s own thrusts become erratic and he comes all over Wolfgang's chest and belly, marking him the way they usually mark each other. It feels primal, to be covered in their come, his body nothing but their come dump. The idea of someone discovering them like that almost turns him on again, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it as Rajan collapses half on top of him, half on top of Kala. They stay like that for a few minutes until Kala looks over to the clock on the bedside table and runs to the shower one more time.
When she comes back, wearing a tanktop that doesn’t cover up to the hickey blossoming right at the base of her throat, she points to her neck with rehearsed weariness. “Wolfgang, I have to go to work!”
“Hey, I was kissing the other side, don’t look at me like that.” Rajan’s bright laugh fills the room to break the tension, then he too leaves for the bathroom to wash up.
Later, much later, while they lounge in their bed after another impromptu fucking session —this time started by Sun—, Rajan asks, “do you think Lito will tell you what toy they were using?”
Wolfgang, never one to shy away from an offer like that, smiles at Rajan his full-on real smile and says, “give me five and I’ll find out.”