Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 18

"—four, two." Ardyn stutters out the remaining numbers to his keypad, ending the difficult speech with a shallow gasp as Valen's fingers press deep. Ardyn's grip on the phone slackens. It falls to his chest as his head tips back and his fist curls into the sheets. His thighs tremble as Valen expertly fingers him.

Valen's pulse thrums in his ears. His fingers never slow their rhythm, curling inside Ardyn to drag out a moan, a deliciously soft sound that hitches when Kahili drops their call. He moans again, higher pitched and trembling under Valen. "You're okay," Valen coos. "He's coming." Valen hears it now, the front door clicking shut. Footsteps heavier than Valen's carry throughout the otherwise silent apartment.

Kahili's reaction is expected.

He steps inside the room, far larger and imposing than Valen had, and drinks in the sight of Ardyn's heat. His hand doesn't linger on the doorknob like Valen's. He walks into the room with purposeful steps and eyes that darken with interest with every passing second he absorbs the two of them together.

Ardyn reaches out toward Kahili, a needy sound escaping his throat.

"Look at you," Kahili marvels, cupping Ardyn's face. His thumbs brush over Ardyn's flushed cheek. "Val's been taking care of you so well, huh? I bet you haven't even thought of me."

Valen, attentive as ever, doesn't miss a beat as he continues to finger Ardyn, each thrust methodical and deliberate. Ardyn's body arches in response, his slick making the movements so smooth. It coats the entirety of Valen's hand wetly. It's oddly obscene. He pushes into that wetness all over again.

Ardyn nuzzles into Kahili's hand, his whimper pitiful.

"I know," Kahili murmurs. "I'm here."

"—lease," Ardyn begs.

Kahili pulls away with the promise that he'll take care of Ardyn. The pup whines in response, distraught when Kahili's warm hand disappears and he's forced to nuzzle against his pillows instead.

Kahili's hand strokes down the back of Valen's head next, eyes attentively taking in his husband as he stands on the side of the bed fully dressed. Valen's dressed too, but his shirt is wrinkled from all the rolling around Ardyn did against it, hands grabbing anywhere they could. It's beginning to untuck in the front, held only together by his thin belt. He feels as disarrayed as he looks. "Good?" Kahili mouths.

Valen nods.

Kahili's hand lingers.

Their eye contact breaks when Ardyn grows more vocal with quiet but insistent whimpers. Valen's fingers aren't enough for him anymore, not with both of them here, not when their scents cloud every coherent thought he was struggling to hold onto. Ardyn falls headfirst into that headspace of submission.

Valen's taken in by his dilated eyes, startlingly dark. He slides his fingers out a final time, dragging them out deliberately slow as he fights the urge the push back into Ardyn's heat and coax him into an orgasm. Valen wants to tease him, but the urge to take care of his every need wins tenfold. He pulls away.

"Don't move," Kahili says, his expression twitching when Valen starts to lean away. Valen pauses, not understanding. He grows even more confused when Kahili's weight dips on the bed, but he positions himself behind Valen, his large chest pressed to Valen's more petite back.

"Kahili—"

"Touch him," Kahili encourages, his voice a low rumble that makes Valen's hairs stick up. "Look at him, my love. He wants you to f**k him." His words drag down Valen's spine lowly, something intimate between the two of them. He crowds Valen's space, so purposeful and intoxicating as his arms circle his waist. Kahili drags Valen's shirt from his waistband. He slowly unbuckles Valen's belt, and then he utters, "He wants you."

Valen releases a slow breath.

So slow and so weighted.

Valen isn't tall like Kahili. He isn't as strong as Kahili and he's nowhere near as big as Kahili. Valen is more similar to Ardyn in their smaller frames. He wants you, Valen takes in Ardyn's hooded eyes filled with desire and actually believes he does.

Valen's stomach grows taut when Kahili's hand slides past his waistband and into his boxers. Kahili's just as warm as Ardyn when he wraps his hand around Valen's c**k. He says, "You want him, too."

Valen does. He really, really does.

Valen enjoys watching as a third party, he gets off on it, he does, but he enjoys the way Ardyn watches him even more. Ardyn's thighs fall open, he chews at his lip, and he pleads so sweetly for Valen to f**k him.

Valen actually believes him.

Valen's hands are slow at first, thoughtful as they slide up Ardyn's thighs and cup his hips. Valen watches him closely. Then, he squeezes tan hips and pulls Ardyn close. He's decisive. Confident. "I'll give it to you, darling," he promises. "Anything you want."

Ardyn's answering moan is a treat for Valen's ears.

It spurs him on. Yes, Valen thinks, I want him. For once, he puts himself before Kahili.

_____

Valen f***s him twice, and then a third time for good measure. Ardyn's so sweet as he does, falling apart on Valen's c**k all three times, each orgasm as all-consuming and satisfying as the last. There's no sensitivity period for Ardyn. As soon as he comes down from his high he's immediately whining so sweetly for another.

Valen barely has time to catch his breath before Ardyn's grinding against him for more. Valen edges himself each time, halting his orgasm in favor of prolonging Ardyn's. It's not an easy feat, forcing down that bundle of nerves that so desperately wants to unravel. He does, of course. Valen grips Ardyn's hips tightly, he releases a deep breath, and he f***s him with whispered praises.

His voice dips low in ways that are so unlike him.

Those soft praises have an unfamiliar husk to them, each word sliding down Ardyn's back like hot rain. They fall smoothly from Valen's lips, unfiltered and mean as he holds Ardyn's head down and f***s him from behind. "I've wanted to do this for a while, baby," Valen breathes, honest. He rocks his hips into Ardyn's with a force Ardyn isn't used to.

Valen is soft praises and gentle caresses. He drips with a soothing aura that Ardyn gets lost in. He's pretty smiles and serene, delicate movements. He's purposeful and guiding, leading Ardyn with a gentle hand and a tender lilt sung in his voice. A siren among the most bewitching men.

Valen presses his hand into Ardyn's head and pushes down, forcing Ardyn's head into the pillow. He holds it there, unmoving. "You're so pretty like this," he says. His voice drips lust. "When you can't move and you just have to take it. I've never held you like this, have I?"

Ardyn's moan is muffled, his cheek pressed into the pillow.

"No," Valen breathes. "I haven't. That's Kahili's job, isn't it?"

His husband watches with a languid expression as he sits beside Ardyn. He doesn't hold Ardyn's head in his lap like Valen might, but he leans against the headboard and watches the two of them with darkening eyes that betray his arousal. He pets Ardyn's head when he grows overly noisy and mouthy, babbling little words that don't form a coherent thought, but Kahili's eyes never stray from Valen.

"Kahili," Valen drawls, dragging his c**k from inside Ardyn. He pushes back in and soaks in the whine Ardyn gives. He's so wet around Valen's c**k, his slick dripping down his thighs in an obscene shine. So f*****g wet and pliable as Valen molds him any way he damn well pleases. "He's strong, and he's big. It's so attractive."

Valen's head tilts back and he shakes the hair from his face.

He squeezes Ardyn's hips. "You feel so good, pretty. I haven't told you that yet, have I? You feel f*****g amazing."

He breathes a sigh when Ardyn clenches around his c**k and moans from the praise. Ardyn's gasps are so breathy against the pillow as he arches his back and just takes it. "I should've," Valen says, "told you that, and f****d you like this a long time ago. Look at how well you take it. Why should Kahili be the only one to see you like this?"

Valen groans with satisfaction when Ardyn lowers even more, submitting his body to Valen with his hips raised and his chest pressed into the bed. His fists curl into the pillow, clutching it tightly as his moans turn more frantic. Every moan punctuates with Valen's thrusts, his hole sucking Valen in over and over as he's f****d raw.

"I'm a man too, darling," Valen utters.

It's something he forgets himself sometimes, when his first instinct is to let Kahili take control and have his way with them—with Ardyn. When he holds Ardyn's head in his lap and he smiles so sweetly as Kahili f***s him. When he assures, I just want to watch. His previous preference strikes him as absurd. Why would he ever prefer that when Ardyn feels this f*****g good?

"He knows," Kahili says. Valen's eyes lift to his. It's the first thing he's said since Valen sank his c**k past Ardyn's entrance. Kahili watched with heated appreciation the entire time, content as he languidly petted Ardyn and watched their passionate display. He still pets Ardyn, but his expression is one of focused intensity now. He looks at Valen like a knowing lover.

"Yes," Valen agrees slowly. "I think he does."

Please, he hears.

Valen's attention snaps down.

"I'm sorry," he coos. "I'm here, darling."

It's contradicting how he pulls out of Ardyn. The younger immediately whines. "I know, I know. I'm so mean," Valen sympathizes. He doesn't tell Ardyn to turn over or to come here. He instead grips Ardyn's hips and forces him to roll onto his back, then sinks his c**k back into that tight, wet heat.

Ardyn wraps around him warmly, his lips parting with a gasp. "Oh."

"All that whining," Valen drawls. He grips Ardyn's cheek and pats twice, something harsher than a caress but softer than a slap. Ardyn whines again, his eyes dilating even further as he stares up at Valen with such a f****d out expression. "Hush," Valen soothes, sliding two fingers into his mouth.

Ardyn's lips close around them. His whimpers are muffled by the sudden intrusion in his mouth, but he obediently sucks on them as he's jostled with every thrust. His eyes flutter like they're too heavy of weights to keep open. They close, he pants around Valen's fingers, and he arches up with a breathy gasp. Valen feels that telltale clench around his c**k. "Are you gonna c*m for me, pretty? Gonna let me see it again?"

Ardyn moans sharply.

Valen pulls his fingers from Ardyn's mouth and pats his cheek again, harder, rubbing the spit onto flushed, tan skin. "Tell me."

"Yes," he gasps. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Yeah," Valen breathes. "I can tell, baby. I feel it." He's getting so wet, and his pretty c**k bobs with the urgency to c*m. The room echoes with his frantic moans. "Give me one more and I'll give Kahili a turn. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Ardyn whimpers, and then turns his head, as if remembering Kahili's right next to him. He reaches out with a needy noise. Kahili chuckles lowly, from both of them. I'm here, he utters and strokes Ardyn's hair.

Ardyn gives him another just like he promised. His breaths come in ragged gasps, each one shorter and more desperate than the last until the pressure inside him builds to unbearable heights. That tight coil, wound so tightly, snaps with his orgasm. A wave of pleasure washes over him as he trembles with the force of his release. It rips through his body as he moans, all drawn out and whiny, and scatters his thoughts.

Valen spurs him on through the entirety of it, f*****g him in slow, deep thrusts with tight hands on Ardyn's hips. Valen's afraid he'll bruise by the end of it—he almost likes that.

As the intensity begins to ebb, Ardyn's body goes limp against the bed, his thighs trembling from the exertion. His overwhelming tight grip on Kahili's arm loosens, but he doesn't let go, preferring to nuzzle into the warmth as he sucks in much-needed breaths. When his eyes find Valen's there's still that heat to them. "Scent me," he pleads.

The plea sends a jolt of electricity through Valen, pushing him closer to the edge. He feels a similar tension bubbling inside him until he gives another thrust and buries himself deep inside Ardyn. The wetness—the heat, it's too much for Valen to continue to edge himself. With a breathy groan, he releases himself, pulsing with surges of ecstasy as he spills rope after rope of c*m into this pretty boy.

Ardyn moans with delight and his eyes flutter in bliss.

Valen feels him clench around his c**k, as if milking him. Valen curses lowly, his hips press deeper.

The pleasure subsides eventually, when Valen can think past the addictive heat Ardyn provides and the tightness grows increasingly sensitive. He pulls out slowly, thrumming with satisfaction when Ardyn whimpers, and a stream of slick and c*m leaks from his hole. Valen reaches down and circles his fingers around his rim, just to tease him. He pushes back in and Ardyn gasps, his thighs trembling.

"Can Kahili have a turn?" Valen muses quietly, as if it's a secret between the two of them. "I don't think he can wait any longer."

Ardyn's legs open wider. Kahili groans. Valen laughs sweetly.

"You can use me," Ardyn whispers.

Kahili groans louder.

_____

Valen pads into the kitchen freshly showered. His hair is damp and wets Ardyn's blue T-shirt he wears, the neckline turning a deeper shade of blue. His makeup is gone, as are the clothes he was modeling in. He looks uncharacteristically domestic in Ardyn's shirt and shorts.

Ardyn watches him with his cheek pressed into the island counter.

"Your roommate told me you haven't eaten, darling," Valen muses, searching the fridge.

Ardyn moans as he struggles with a response. "Pr-Prince."

"Prince," Valen repeats.

"You haven't eaten?" Kahili asks, grabbing Ardyn's hair to turn his head. His gaze is disapproving as he buries his d**k inside the hybrid and bottoms out. "I would've gotten you something, pup."

"This is enough," Ardyn insists breathily.

"It's not," Valen retorts. "How about some fruit, baby? Can you at least eat that much for me?"

"I can," he moans obediently.

Valen takes out the single apple from the fridge and half-empty container of strawberries. He looks around for a cutting board, comes to the conclusion that they don't own one, and sets out a napkin. The kitchen fills with the aroma of freshly cut fruit as Ardyn bends over the counter, his fingers gripping the edge tightly, and takes Kahili's c**k. He's more coherent now, satiated with their touches, but he drips with constant desire.

Kahili f***s him in Ardyn's bedroom, and he f***s him against Ardyn's desk, and then Kahili needs a break. He goes out into the kitchen for a drink while Valen showers, and Ardyn follows him. So, Kahili bends him over and f***s him in the kitchen too.

Ardyn's legs tremble as he balances on his tiptoes, jostled forward with Kahili's deep and forceful thrusts. Kahili's hands are large and warm on his waist, his fingers digging into Ardyn's skin as he helps quell that burning sensation within Ardyn. Ardyn thanks him with his hitching breath and sweet, boyish moans. "Thank you, thank you, thank you--"

"You're welcome," Kahili grunts. "Do you feel better?"

"Yes," Ardyn cries, gripping the counter tightly.

Kahili gives a sharp thrust that has Ardyn sagging and his lips parting. "Good."

A relentless rhythm sounds in the kitchen as Valen slices ripe strawberries into bite-sized pieces. He feels incredibly light as he holds out a piece to Ardyn. "Look at me, my love."

Kahili looks over.

Ardyn turns his head against the counter and accepts the strawberry with a muffled moan. "Careful," Valen coos. "Don't bite your tongue."

Kahili considers this a real threat. He pulls out of Ardyn and ignores his whine of protest. It's short-lived, dying in his throat as Kahili pulls out a chair to their dining table, dumps himself in it, and pulls Ardyn down with him. He holds Ardyn up by his hips and carefully eases him down on his c**k, facing him.

Kahili's head tips back against the chair, breathless. "Eat," he grunts.

"But—"

"You're killing me, baby. Please eat."

Ardyn eats. He eats and c**k-warms Kahili with surprising composure.

Valen feeds him every bite, giggling at how exhausted Kahili looks. "I can wait till after you guys are done," he teases. He giggles further when Ardyn's ears perk with interest but Kahili looks one orgasm off of withering away. "Give him a kiss, Ardyn. He's working so hard for you."

Ardyn is more than delighted to give him a kiss.

Later, when Kahili revisits it with Valen, he'll describe the sweet taste of strawberries.

Later, when Ardyn finally curls into Kahili's arm and his chest falls with a slow sigh of sleep, Kahili will pat around the bed for his husband's hand. He'll find it rubbing along Ardyn's back, his wedding band cool against Ardyn's burning skin. They'll lay in silence, their hands intertwined and memories of the night a movie in their minds.

Kahili will rub his thumb against Valen's wrist. He'll say, happy anniversary.

🍃🍂🍃

NOT MUCH SMUT i'll admit, but i really wanted to focus on the non-s****l aspects of his heat too, plus i hate writing smut. let me know what you think, i hope you enjoyed!

okay bye ily, maddie