Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 14

Kahili is a simple man at the end of the day.

A simple man of 26 who has yet to learn how to hide his attraction.

Kahili likes to consider himself honest.

And honestly? He likes what he sees.

Valen whispers something against Ardyn's cheek and Kahili's body reacts to that sultry voice like it was directed at him. Something dark swirls in his stomach, the beginnings of a desire. It spikes when Ardyn giggles into Valen's neck and asks, "Really?"

Valen drawls a low hum, "Mhm," and stares at Kahili over Ardyn's shoulder, "he does."

The cool nighttime breeze stirs the curtains as Kahili traces his lips with a beer bottle. It's a mindless action that he doesn't register, unwound and content on the balcony couch as he was. He hears the distinct departure of his staff slowly trickling from the house, their cars digging into the gravel as they pull away. Others stay, getting lost in conversation with their co-workers in a new setting they otherwise wouldn't get the chance to.

Kahili should see them out, he knows. Wish them congratulations on their hard spent weeks of work and catch up with his friends who came out to celebrate him. His urge to socialize dwindled as the night progressed and he'd made his appropriate rounds as needed.

Kahili is a poor host and an even poorer boss, but it's his birthday so he's allowed to be a little selfish. He had more pressing matters.

There were no protests when he pulled Ardyn outside and onto the balcony again.

There were multiple when he pulled Valen.

"I need to steal my lovely husband." Kahili chuckled at the resounding protests that came from his staff. He's sure they'd pick Valen's brain for hours if he let them, but Kahili had enough sharing. Hand extended out, he led Valen up from the living room couch and guided him upstairs. "I know, I know," he sympathized, walking up the stairs with hands on Valen's waist. "I'll bring him back once I'm done with him, I promise."

Kahili is honest to a fault.

From a slight distance, he watches Valen and Ardyn with darkened eyes and piquing interest. They get lost in each other, their whispers and giggles so alluring to Kahili's ears. Ardyn sits in Valen's lap, straddling his lovely husband while Valen holds his hips and smiles up at him. Valen makes it blatantly clear they're gossiping about him, a smirk pulling at his lips with every whispered word that makes Ardyn giggle.

And let them, Kahili thinks.

They look cute sitting like that. The same height, such similar builds, giving him coy little looks.

He takes a slow sip from his beer, then asks, "What's he saying, pup?"

Ardyn visibly warms with the pet name. His cheeks are flushed when he peers at Kahili over his shoulder and makes a thoughtful noise. Then, he looks down at Valen for permission.

Valen's smile widens and he squeezes Ardyn's waist. Go on, he whispers.

Ardyn bites at his lip when he turns again. Kahili tracks the movement. "He said.. he said you have a size kink."

But Valen tsks. "Tell him just how I said it."

Ardyn blushes. "...He told me to look at you and... he said.."

"Isn't he so cute?" Valen repeats, holding Kahili's gaze. "Getting turned on from watching us. He loves how big he is." His voice is seductive and so tempting, just the right amount of allure to stir Kahili. "And he loves how he's so much bigger than us."

"Sorry." Ardyn smiles sheepishly. "I felt shy."

"That's okay," Valen coos. "You don't have to feel shy, sweetheart. He shouldn't ask about things he's not involved in."

Kahili huffs in amusement and takes another drag from his drink. He soaks in the addictive sight of them as he does, because he has no problem agreeing with his husband. He does like that he's bigger than them, he does have a size kink, and it absolutely does turn him on watching them pressed together like this.

See? Honest.

"He gets so mean sometimes, baby," Valen croons. "He knows I'm not stronger than him, but he still grabs me knowing I can't push him away."

Ardyn makes a noise of distress. "He does?"

"He does," Valen says. "He doesn't even ask, he'll just turn me over and f**k me. And I don't mind, it's a little cute to see him so worked up, but I think he's more thinking about you when he does it."

Valen's eyes dance over Ardyn's face, taking in his expression with such attentive eyes.

An expression Kahili can't see.

His half-empty beer makes a quiet clink on the coffee table when Kahili rises and leaves it behind. He moves to the opposite side of the L-shaped couch and places himself right beside them. His weight dips the cushions as his legs spread and his arm finds a comfortable place behind Valen's head. He's nothing but calm as he holds his hand out. "Please, continue."

Ardyn chews at his lip. He's blushing.

Valen considers Kahili, and then he smiles. "Just reminiscing, my love."

"Yeah?" Kahili gives a smile of his own. "I'd love to hear. I have a few stories of my own."

Valen laughs and it sounds so lovely to Kahili.

"Alright," he says with amusement. "I was actually thinking of just last week, my love. You had work so you had to miss my time with Ardyn. Ring a bell?"

"Many," Kahili assures.

"I'm sure." Valen smiles. "Our baby was sweet enough to come over and keep me company. Weren't you, darling? We spent all day together. You should've seen him, honey. He looked so lovely on my cock." His thumbs rub slow circles into Ardyn's hips, holding his gaze. "Such a pretty boy—and so good. He must've done it for hours."

Kahili can see his expression now. The way Ardyn's face lights with the praise, such an immediate and attractive pink settling on his cheeks. His eyes grow dilated and the soft noise that spills from his lips stirs Kahili's d**k. It sounded a lot like a whine—like the praise and his sudden emotions were too much for him to bear.

"Don't be shy," Valen soothes him. "You were such a good boy for me, weren't you? Didn't whine even once. He just sat there and c**k-warmed me like I told him to."

Ardyn's shoulders bunch, he makes himself smaller, but he nods with a little smile. Yes, he whispers.

"Yes," Valen repeats. "I think Kahili got a little jealous when I told him, baby."

For the first time, Ardyn looks at him. It's quick and bashful, but Ardyn's eyes flick to Kahili. He's unprepared for Kahili already watching him and for the absolute desire in his eyes. Ardyn quickly looks away, visibly flustered, and focuses on Valen's more soothing aura. "..What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything. Actually," Valen chuckles, "I was surprised when he didn't say a thing. I told him all about it, darling, every last detail I could remember, but nothing. I almost thought he didn't hear me, y'know? Like somehow he just tuned out how good you felt on my c**k, but," he drawls, "he f****d me after, and I knew he heard me. He gets so jealous sometimes."

Ardyn squirms with building arousal. "You told me you guys don't get jealous..."

"I lied." Valen smiles. "Does that bother you? That Kahili felt jealous I got to spend time with you and he didn't? That he was thinking about you while he f****d me?"

Ardyn stutters over something incoherent.

Valen smoothly continues, "He was rough, baby. I could tell he was bothered. He's always so talkative during s*x, always wanting to tell me how good I feel and—well, you know how he is. But he didn't say a word when he f****d me."

Valen looks at Kahili, and Kahili's instantly taken in by the temptation flickering in his eyes. "It almost felt like he was punishing me for seeing you," he utters, each and every word dragging down Kahili's spine in that sweet lilt Valen talks in. "I could be wrong, though, huh? Maybe you were just feeling a little quiet that day."

"You were right," Kahili says. His finger taps the back of the couch. "Like always, my love. I was jealous."

Kahili remembers the arousal that coursed through him when Valen whispered every detail of their day into his ear. He leaves out some parts, like how he was riding Kahili when he told him. Or how he pressed his hand into Kahili's chest and forced him back down when Kahili tried to change their position.

I wasn't done, he drawled, staring down at Kahili with a sensual authority.

Kahili held his hips and helped him take every inch of his c**k while Valen praised how incredible Ardyn felt. His words would hitch now and then, broken by a moan when Kahili's c**k reached deep inside him, but he'd always pick right back up.

Kahili was less talkative.

He flipped Valen over eventually, when his thighs strained and there was the familiar tell of his husband getting tired. He flipped Valen over and immediately sank his c**k inside him, offering nothing more than throaty groans and breathy sighs until he came inside of Valen with a deep and satisfied grunt.

And when they laid there catching their breaths, Kahili stroked Valen's hair that fanned over his chest. Sounds like you had a fun day.

"I was mad at myself, too," Kahili says. "If I'd known you were so good at c**k-warming I would've had you come to work with me."

Valen hides his laugh behind his hand, but Kahili still hears how sweet it sounds. "Aw, that would've been cute." His hands purposefully push under Ardyn's sweater to rub his sides. "Would you have liked that, darling? His staff is real sweet. I'm sure they would've loved you."

Ardyn's going to bite his lips raw.

"His office is big," Valen continues. "Oh—but there's blinds. Don't worry, darling. Nobody would see you c**k-warm him."

Kahili hums. "'Cause I'm jealous, remember?"

Valen's hands slide to Ardyn's back under his shirt, his arms wrapping around the hybrid's waist in a gentle embrace, and Ardyn burns brighter when he's coaxed closer. "I like dropping by to surprise Kahili sometimes. He loves showing me off. Would it be okay if I stayed and watched?" He asks softly, as if he were asking Ardyn what he wants for dinner. "Just us, pretty. You were being so sweet last time. I can't get it out of my head." Then he asks, "Please?" It rolls off his tongue in seductive, enchanting ways.

Kahili understands Ardyn's strangled noise.

He visibly melts under Valen's gaze. The whisper of space between them is intentional and it's mean. Ardyn crumbles when Valen tilts his chin up and forces their eye contact, and there's Valen's breath, so soft and airy against his lips.

Ardyn swallows thickly. He whispers, "I'd let you."

"Yeah?"

Ardyn nods gently. "..I like when you watch me," he confesses, his eyes tracing Valen's features.

Valen goes on his own exploration of absorbing every detail of Ardyn. His attention particularly favors Ardyn's lips, bitten red and so tempting under the moonlight. Valen's quiet when he admits, "I love watching you."

Kahili is a simple man.

A simple man of 26 who likes watching his husband kiss other men.

Their kiss isn't one of crashing lips and urgency, because that's not in either of their natures. Valen is as patient as he is appreciative of the things he likes, and it shows when he kisses Ardyn. Soft and gentle, guiding Ardyn with a leading hand that the pup appreciates. Ardyn is tentative as he typically is with things at first, but it melts into a feeling of desire as Valen parts his lips. A moan—Kahili can't tell from who—reaches his ears, and it's the last straw for him.

Kahili would like to say he has better control over his hormones as he's in his mid-twenties, and that he can suppress a boner in a situation like this, but that wouldn't be very honest of him.

Valen's lips are wet and shiny when they finally pull away. They stretch into a smile when he leans into Ardyn and whispers something too low for Kahili to catch.

Ardyn glances at Kahili with that same shyness he can't seem to shake.

"What?" Kahili drawls. He teases, "Is it my turn?"

Ardyn tempts him with a coy smile. "I never gave you your other kisses."

"Mm," he hums, "25 left, right?"

"I was thinking we should restart at 26."

And who is Kahili to argue with that?

Ardyn is supple and eager under his hands, positioning himself in Kahili's lap just as he had Valen's, except Kahili is bigger than Valen, and he's taller than Valen, but he's nowhere near as controlled as Valen. Kahili bites at Ardyn's lip and swallows the whimper he gives. The sound is so addicting that Kahili does it again, and yes, that same sound.

Kahili likes the shyness, if he's being truthful. He loves the little coy looks, the way Ardyn makes himself smaller when he gets overwhelmed with his own emotions, and how he shies away from Kahili's touch and blushes. Kahili likes the youthfulness of it all, but he likes this too. When Ardyn gets more direct and he's visibly eager for Kahili to touch him.

The small hand curling in his shirt—it drives him nuts.

He's small and he's pliant as Kahili holds his waist, so Kahili squeezes, just to feel how small he is.

Ardyn sighs breathily when they pull away. The shine to his lips is unintentionally enticing, but Kahili is enticed all the same.

"That was only one," Ardyn says, his chest falling with a breathy exhale.

As Kahili takes both of them in—how pretty they look under the moonlight, the way Ardyn immediately turns to Valen and smiles when Valen coaxes him back over, the expressive interest his husband shows the younger—Kahili thinks 26 will be an age he'll fondly think back on.

"You both taste like beer," Valen says after pecking Ardyn's lips.

"We haven't even kissed, my love."

"No," he agrees. "But I know you do."

"What do you think, Ardyn?" Kahili asks. "Do I taste like beer?"

"Hm," he hums. He looks back and forth between them slowly. "I think Valen should see for himself."

"Oh?" Valen laughs. "Alright, baby, c'mere." He curls a finger at Kahili.

Valen is just as soft and small as Kahili cups his cheek. He's sweet and tastes faintly of frosting and Kahili is a man in love who would do horrible things for his husband. Valen giggles against his lips when Kahili groans at the sudden hands sneaking under his shirt, but they aren't Valen's.

"You can't do that," Kahili accuses Ardyn.

"Do what?" he asks innocently.

Valen kisses Kahili's neck and sends an immediate shiver down his spine. "Yeah, do what?"

26 will be a short-lived year, he discovers.

Death by bottoms.

It's his preferred way to go, but he wants to get his d**k wet one more time before he does. "I would kill for a condom and lube right now," he says bluntly, because they're driving him nuts and he's still that same kid he was in college who got a boner too easily. He's easy to please, sue him.

Ardyn chews at his lip. "I don't.. I don't need those things.."

Kahili's mind reels.

"I mean," Ardyn blushes, "if you want."

Kahili wants.

But no condom? He's only ever gone bare with Valen. f*****g someone else raw, Kahili doesn't know what to think of it. He would never even consider it with their past subs, but with Ardyn? Does Ardyn fall into the same category they did?

No, he doesn't.

But he's also not Valen.

A polite rejection sits on his lips, with the promise of something more later when they're at home, but Valen's voice cuts through the prolonged silence. "That's real sweet, pretty." He looks at Kahili. "What do you say, my love? Isn't he sweet?"

Kahili stares at his husband longer than he should.

Valen repeats, "Isn't he?"

Kahili has had many loving years with Valen. He knows a threat when he hears one. Don't tell him no, and Kahili would do horrible things if his husband asked him to. Horrible, addicting, pleasurable, appealing, exhilarating things. "Yes." It rolls off his tongue. "Very sweet."

Ardyn smiles with a bashfulness that makes Kahili's d**k ache. "Really? We can?"

"Of course." Valen stands and offers his hand out to Ardyn. "C'mon, darling. Let's find you a bed."

Ardyn giggles with visible nerves. "Not the bathroom?"

"The bathroom?" Valen echoes, and then he laughs. He peers at Ardyn over his shoulder as they walk inside. "You're a lot bolder than you look."

"I prefer a bed! I was just.. asking."

"Tell me about this bathroom experience after I find you a bed."

Ardyn blushes.

Kahili follows with an out-of-body experience.

Finding a bed takes a matter of seconds. A door pushes open, and then it clicks shut. Valen locks the door with the three of them inside.

Ardyn's hands wring together nervously, his smile is just as shaky. "..Is he okay?" he asks Valen.

"He's okay," Valen assures. He stares up at Kahili with a dark and captivating look and reaches out to undo Kahili's belt buckle. He holds his gaze when he says, "He had this same reaction when I told him he could c*m inside me for the first time."

"Ah." Ardyn's blush deepens.

Kahili's hands cover Valen's on his belt—Valen's eyes click up. His eyebrows raise.

Kahili takes his own belt off, faster than his lovely husband was drawing out. "Don't tease."

"Okay." Valen smiles. "No teasing, my love."

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Kahili turns him over, large hands fitting themselves on Ardyn's waist to coax the pup on his knees, because Kahili honestly doesn't think he can do missionary and c*m inside him, all while his husband watches. From behind is better—this is better.

He breathes a sigh when he feels Ardyn clench around his c**k. He can't tear his eyes away from how his d**k pushes into him, every inch getting lost in that tight heat. Kahili pushes into the hilt and pulls out, so consumed in watching Ardyn swallow him all over again.

Ardyn's wet, and he's warm, and Kahili can feel the difference with no condom. He can really f*****g feel it.

"How's it feel, darling?" Valen asks, completely dressed. He holds Ardyn's head in his lap and soothingly strokes his hair, cooing gently with every spike in his moans. Ardyn tried grabbing at his belt at first, but Valen assured him he just wanted to watch.

And if that didn't send a spike of arousal and nerves down Kahili's back.

"Good," Ardyn whimpers. "It feels good."

"I'm glad," Valen says, voice calming. His eyes click up and focus on his husband. "Kahili looks like he's really enjoying it."

Kahili grunts.

And he is. Ardyn feels incredible every time Kahili f***s him, the smooth glide of his slick is different from lube. It's warmer and it's constant, glistening on Kahili's c**k with obscene, wet noises every time he f***s into Ardyn. There's never a lack of it, never a time Kahili has to pull out and squirt more lube onto his d**k like he does with Valen.

It's addictive and Kahili doesn't know how he'll go back to condoms after this.

It's surely in his mind, but Ardyn feels tighter around him, like he grips Kahili in more intimate and close ways. It makes his hands tighten on Ardyn's waist—makes him f**k into him just the subtlest bit harder.

He doesn't talk, much preferring Ardyn's rising moans and his husband's low, soothing voice. Both work to make his c**k pulse and inch closer to an orgasm. "—I know," Valen whispers. "You're doing so good."

Kahili's fingers dig into his hips.

Ardyn whines about how good it feels raw.

Kahili's hips stutter, then he f***s him harder.

"He likes it like this the most," Valen utters. "You're making him feel so good."

It's noisy. The bed rocks, their skin slaps, and Ardyn isn't quiet. He's rocked forward with every thrust Kahili gives, his eyes twisted shut and lips parted with a string of moans. He's incoherent when the bed rocks more insistently, babbling about how badly he wants Kahili to c*m inside him, and how good he smells.

Kahili's chest falls with a low groan.

Do you like it, Valen asks.

"I love it," Ardyn moans.

Kahili can't think past the heat engulfing his c**k, how he'd stay like this for hours and f**k Ardyn over and over again, giving him as many loads as he begged for. Because he deserves it.

He sees Ardyn's fingers curl into the sheets.

He thinks of the way his fingers curled in his shirt when they kissed. How pleasant he felt when Kahili kissed him.

Ardyn moans sharply and suddenly tightens around his c**k. He whines into Valen's lap, his fist curling impossibly tight into the sheets, and Valen utters how good he is, how pretty he looks when he cums, and how he could watch him forever.

The realization that he came untouched—that Kahili made him feel good. He took care of Ardyn and his needs.

Kahili cums with a deep and satisfied grunt.

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i have no words but i love them and ILY,

maddie