Three’s a party

Jazz smile politely at the man to her right who seemed as uncomfortable in the setting as she felt. He had introduced himself as a reporter and started a conversation with Jazz who wasn’t sure if he was only chatting or actually hitting on her. Besides the fact that he probably was a few years younger than her, he was somehow stiff. Clever, no doubt about that, but the stick up his ass must have been quite impressive.

“And what are you doing?” Jazz blinked before she realized that he was asking her something.

“Oh, I’m an event planner.” She flashed him a small smile and took a sip of her drink.

“So your job is rather ‘eventful’, isn’t it?” He grinned as if he was really proud of that pun but Jazz inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes. Where was Miho? Did she got lost on her way to the restroom?

“So, Miss Event Planner, what else have you planned for tonight?”

That did it for her. Another pun and she would throw her drink right into his face – and it was a good drink, not something she wanted to waste, so she simply smiled again, said curtly “bye” and turned into the other direction, to the place Miho should sit if she only was back from the restroom. Instead her gaze fell on a man. Tall, dressed in a suit, sandy hair and goatee. He was drinking alone, just like she currently was, but he seemed deep in thought, oblivious to his surroundings.

“What are you looking at?” Miho’s voice suddenly sounded next to Jazz who almost jumped.

“The only decent looking guy here tonight.” She didn’t even turn around to check if that reporter was still there when Miho slid back on her seat and followed Jazz’s line of sight.

“He’s a looker, but what if he’s just another annoying, stupid jerk?”

“Oh please, I don’t want to marry him after all.” The eye roll was almost audible in Jazz’s reply. She motioned for the barkeeper and ordered that man another drink of whatever he was having, almost excited to see what would happen next.

The man looked up when the barkeeper put the drink down in front of him, eyes following the direction the barkeeper was pointing to. He smiled and raised his glass in a greeting and Jazz tilted her head slightly, silently accepted his thanks for the drink.

“What are you doing?” Miho asked and took a swig of her whiskey – straight, although Miho wasn’t completely straight herself – and kept looking at the man who snuck a glance into their direction every now and then, but made no move to join them.

“Come on, drinking alone is boring. Let us have some fun, okay? I know you had a shitty week and believe me, mine wasn’t much better. We can at least play a bit when we are out already.”

Jazz didn’t want to say it out loud but Miho really could used to get laid. Not that Jazz had any satisfying encounters lately, and she didn’t dwell on the fact that there was only one decent guy around here, but it was more important to drag Miho out of her slump than having fun herself.

There was one way to bait Miho, something she couldn’t resist. Jazz turned it into a competition.

“Besides,” she started with a smug grin, “in the end I will be the one taking him home, so don’t worry about him.” She took a sip from her drink, watched Miho straighten up a bit and throwing another glance towards the guy.

“You sure about that?”

“Yep,I mean, he’s obviously checking me out already. Should be a piece of cake.” Jazz grin only widened when Miho’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“How about we ditch this place and continue this conversation somewhere else?” With a bat of her lashes and her bottom lip between her teeth briefly Jazz looked at him, waiting for his answer. Not that she doubted he would accept, the question just was, which invitation would he take? After chatting and flirting for a while now it was the perfect moment to find out if that man, Nomura how he had introduced himself, would react to her plan.

“We could go to my place,” Miho offered and downed her drink.

He faced her, seemed to contemplate the invitation.

“Or to mine,” Jazz added, swirled the remains of her drink in her glass before she drained it, too.

His gaze flitted back and forth between them, pondering his options.

“I have the bigger bathroom,” Jazz pointed out.

“But I have more toys,” Miho shot back.

Nomura grew restless, this situation was strange, even for him. Two hot women basically fighting over him?

“That’s true,” Jazz admitted. “But I have hoped we wouldn’t need that many toys anyway if we have him.”

And suddenly it clicked. With an almost awestruck expression Nomura realized that they didn’t ask him to choose, they wanted to share him!

“We could also go to my place,” he suggested but their bewildered expressions told him that wasn’t really an option.

“Sorry, but we barely know you. I would feel much better – and safer – in a familiar place,” Jazz explained with an apologetic smile.

“Of course, I understand. But taking a stranger home – that’s not very safe, either, is it?” He wondered why the heck he was bringing that up just now, sabotaging this once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Hm, if you are actually concerned about that we could still blindfold you so that you wouldn’t be able to find back to the place we’re taking you…” Miho suggested, eyes glinting and lips curled up in a grin.

“And I thought we’d safe the kinky stuff for when we’re out of here,” Jazz remarked with a shrug and motioned for the barkeeper to pay for their drinks. “So, how is it? You game?” She turned to face him, one hand rested lightly on the lapel of his jacket, a completely innocent touch but in combination with the way she looked up at him from under her lashes, lips slightly parted, it didn’t miss its purpose.

“I’m not completely sure what to expect but yes, I’m game.” He would have to be an idiot to let an offer like this one pass after all.

“Don’t worry, we’re not biting – too hard,” Miho reassured him and slid off her stool, looked at Jazz with a short nod.

“Okay, your place. But only because your shower is huge and I’m not keen on cleaning afterwards.”

In the cab they all shared the backseat, Nomura in the middle unsure if he was dreaming or not. But the solid weight of Jazz’s hand on his thigh, slowly and absentmindedly running up and down a bit, and Miho’s side pressed against him were proof that this was really happening. They didn’t speak, at least not with Nomura, but Miho and Jazz casually chatted about indifferent topics.

“Do you still have that body lotion? You know, that vanilla scented one?” Miho asked and leaned towards Jazz a bit who raised her arm so Miho could smell the faint hint of vanilla.

“Yep. You wanna borrow it?”

“Mhm. Afterwards.”

That word sent a pang of arousal through Nomura.

“Is it still far?” he asked and shifted a bit, jumped slightly when Miho’s hand came to rest on his other thigh.

“Maybe five minutes, depending on the traffic,” Jazz let him know. “You think you can wait that long?” With a quirk of her eyebrow she slid her hand higher up his thigh, fingertips grazing the inside, following the seam of his pants. Miho mirrored Jazz’s motions, and both leaned in closer to him, practically nuzzled his neck until he groaned lowly and closed his eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me, am I right?”

Jazz giggled once and Miho nodded. “We’re going to eat you alive. And you are going to love every single second of it.”

When the cab pulled over Nomura almost threw the money at the driver, ushered Jazz out of the door and tugged Miho with him when he got out, almost tripped over his own feet.

“Hey, we thought you would be a bit more – I don’t know, casual about this,” Jazz teased but quickly unlocked her door as soon as they reached it. They all piled into the small entryway and took off their coats – only that no one bothered with their own coat. Jazz and Miho unbuttoned Nomura’s coat while he alternated between the zipper of Jazz’s jacket and the buttons on Miho’s.

Shoes were kicked off, one jacket dropped to the ground, carelessly discarded because other activities than hanging up a jacket were more important.

And still not even a single kiss on the lips was exchanged. Jazz nibbled at Nomura’s ear a bit and Miho brushed her lips over the other side of his neck.

“Anyone wants a drink?” In a flimsy attempt to be a good host Jazz pulled back slightly, smiled when she realized that Nomura’s eyes were closed.

“You know what I like,” Miho replied and grabbed Nomura’s hand, led him towards the living room.

“Indeed, I know,” Jazz smugly shot back and hurried into the kitchen, came back with glasses and a bottle and found Miho and Nomura on the couch, her legs thrown over his lap, his hands lightly running up and down her calves. Jazz handed both of them a glass of deep red wine, let her gaze sweep over the couch.

“Is there some room for me?” She put her own glass down, waited for Miho to lift her legs from his lap and straddled him, almost made him choke on his wine.

“Woah, that’s – pretty bold,” he mumbled but let her take his glass away again after a sip.

“I think it’s time for a kiss,” Jazz announced and smiled at him, but then she leaned to the side where Miho met her halfway in a soft kiss that made Jazz giggle. When she faced Nomura again his gaze flit back and forth between the two women.

“Okay, I have to ask that, just to know… are you two – together?”

Miho laughed and Jazz giggled again.

“Nope. But don’t worry, that’s not our first rodeo, cowboy,” Miho dryly answered.

“You are not interrupting something exclusive here and you are not an adventure to liven up our relationship. We are just friends – who happen to share something more than just the lipstick every now and then.” With an encouraging nod Jazz smiled at him, leaned in closer when he did and tilted her head a bit to the right, but waited for him to close the remaining gap.

His lips were soft and pliant, but his goatee was tickling a bit. Before they could deepen the kiss Jazz pulled back and made some room for Miho who was now sitting with her legs pulled under her body. Jazz watched the kiss between Miho and Nomura, grinned when they deepened it.

“You’re looking really hot together,” she casually remarked. It was true. Miho looked good with anyone because she was hot anyway, but the way he carded his hand through her hair while cupping her cheek was just the perfect balance between gentle and demanding.

But watching got boring soon, even if it was such a good sight. Jazz started kissing Nomura’s neck, switched to Miho’s eventually, boldly started undoing buttons here and there.

Still sitting in his lap she could feel how affected he was, started rocking her hips slightly so that Nomura groaned into the kiss with Miho.

“How about we go somewhere a bit more comfortable? I have a really nice, soft, huge bed,” Jazz suggested, kissed both of them once briefly and scrambled off his lap.

After she had smoothed down her skirt a bit she offered both of them a hand, led them to her bedroom. Luckily they were all far too distracted to pay attention to the clothes that cluttered up the corner next to her wardrobe, but Jazz hadn’t expected visitors. At least not two of them.

Miho was the first to crawl onto the bed, Jazz followed her, tugged Nomura with her.

“Do you – is there some kind of plan?” He was distracted by two sets of hands starting to undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“No, we are going to do whatever we feel like,” Miho explained and leaned in to kiss Jazz once more, as if to prove her point. Or maybe simply because she felt like it.

Nomura breathed heavily but watched in silence, in awe when Miho slid a hand in Jazz’s hair, pulled her closer. They started a heavy makeout session, open mouthed kisses and the slow exploration of every inch of naked skin, how little that was so far.

When they slowed down a bit, more cuddling now than actual kissing, interrupted by whispered words and giggles every now and then, the both shifted a bit, made room between them.

“Do you just want to watch or do you want to join in? Because I’m fine with both,” Miho casually invited him, but she was a bit breathless, cheeks slightly flushed.

“Is it just me or are we all still wearing too much?” Jazz asked, undid a few buttons and discarded her shirt just to reveal her silky chemise.

“Oh, you ended up buying it? Good choice!” Miho nodded appreciatively and Jazz laughed lightly.

“‘Sometimes we have to spoil ourselves’, were your words if I remember correctly. And it really is like silk to the touch, so it’s worth the money.”

“Great. And now take it off,” Miho demanded.

Jazz snorted a short laughter. “No way! That’s not the kind of garment you just take off yourself. It’s made for someone else to take off of me.”

Miho smoothed a hand down from the cleavage all over Jazz’s stomach to the hem of the chemise.

“True that.” She turned towards Nomura. “Do you want or should I?”

“Let me,” he quickly said and inched closer towards Jazz.

“Hi.” She smiled at him encouragingly and he leaned in to kiss her. His fingertips grazed her collarbone, followed the subtle lace trimming before he ran his hand over the length of the chemise to the hem.

“It’s really nice, feels like silk.”

Jazz’s breath hitched a bit when he slipped his hand under the fabric, his warm touch on her skin more than welcome.

“But you feel so much better…” It took him three more kisses before he finally pulled the chemise up and off her, let it drop to the floor and left Jazz in her satin bra.

In return Jazz reached for Nomura’s tie, slowly undid the knot and pulled it from him.

“This could come in handy. Do we want to keep it in reach?”

Miho grinned and nodded, but was busy tugging at Nomura’s vest and shirt. Together they rid him of his shirt and left him bare from the waist up. Next was Miho’s dress. Jazz opened the zipper but Nomura took it off, sighed approvingly when he saw her lacy bra and panties.

With a grin Miho pushed him down, started undoing his belt when Jazz joined her and opened the button and the zipper of his pants. Jazz’s skirt followed next so they were all in their underwear, kissing and touching each other.

So far no one had dared to cross the underwear line, no hands slipping under panties, no curious fingers under the waistband of his boxers. But when Miho casually grabbed the tie that Jazz had carefully placed at the pillow, it was like a sign to take things further.

“Are you okay with getting restrained a bit?” Jazz asked and pushed Nomura down on the bed, straddled him with a naughty grin.

“You – you are not going to rob me, are you?” He didn’t sound worried, more as if he was joking.

With a brief giggle Jazz leaned down, threw Miho a short glance before she kissed Nomura.

“We are going to rob you of your breath and sanity, nothing more.”

Slowly Jazz grabbed his wrists and pulled them up, towards the headboard of her bed. Another reason why she preferred her place, her bed was huge and sturdy. Exactly what they would need tonight. Miho leaned over Nomura and started tying his hands to the headboard, firm enough so he wouldn’t just wiggle out of the bonds but not so tight that they would have to cut him free in the end.

Once she was done she pressed her breasts against his face teasingly, laughed when Jazz slapped her ass.

“We are not done yet. You can let him worship your boobs when I got you out of your bra.” Immediately Jazz let her hands roam Miho’s back until she reached the clasp of the bra, snapped it open. Miho had straightened up again, shrugged the bra off and simply dropped it on the floor.

“Your turn.” On their knees, facing each other but with Nomura’s legs between them Miho and Jazz kissed playfully, their giggles mixed with his groans at the sight. Once Jazz’s bra dangled from Miho’s fingers they shifted their attention towards Nomura again. One shared glance, a cocked eyebrow and a slight tilt of the head – without a word Jazz and Miho pounced, slid down next to him on each side, settled half on top of him, legs entangled with his, hands meeting on his chest.

“Maybe we should have talked about that earlier, but – anything you don’t like?” Miho purred, fingertips drawing circles on his chest until she grazed a nipple, made him jerk a bit.

“I’m a pretty simple guy… so I’m fine with the basics but not too adventurous when it comes to – uhm… certain things.”

“So no pegging?” Miho asked to make clear and he coughed slightly, cheeks flushed a bit.

“Yeah, that. And I’m not keen on pain, neither on receiving nor causing. For everything else I’m at least open for suggestions.”

“We could just check in with you every now and then,” Jazz suggested and leaned in to run her tongue over his neck.

“Or you can just tell us if you don’t like what we’re doing,” Miho chimed in, let her fingers slowly wander further down.

Nomura squirmed lightly under their touches and kisses, his breathing already hard. And not only his breathing, Miho discovered when her hand brushed over his tented boxers. That was something they could work with. She only hoped he also had some stamina, for the night would definitely be long.

“Okay, just let us know if you don’t want anything,” Jazz decided and let her hand join Miho’s, teased and caressed him through his boxers for a moment.

“I don’t want us to wear underwear,” Miho announced and sat up, followed by Jazz who shifted until she knelt next to Nomura’s hips, started tugging at the boxer briefs.

Without much ceremony she pulled them down and off him, slid her own panties down her legs and kicked them off before she crawled up his body while Miho already had a hand wrapped around his hard cock, held it in place for Jazz to run her tongue from his balls up to the tip.

Nomura started tugging at his restraints, groaned when Jazz sucked his cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, meeting Miho’s hand at the base. She bobbed her head, slowly, eyes on Nomura’s who had raised his head as good as he could to not miss a single second of this.

“You look so good with your lips around a cock,” Miho praised, almost proudly, and Jazz hummed before she let his cock slip out of her mouth.

“You wanna join?”

Nomura let his head fall into the pillows before he strained his neck again when Miho leaned down, settled on one side while Jazz got comfortable at the other. They licked and kissed the whole length of his cock, meeting for kisses every now and then, giggled and moaned. It was messy, his cock, their fingers and lips slick with spit and precum, but they stopped before he could get too excited. After all they had plans for him.

“Condoms?” Miho panted when she sat up again and Jazz pointed towards the bedside table.

“Top drawer, second holds the toys.” Jazz stayed where she was, kept teasing Nomura, licked and nipped at his balls until Miho threw a condom at her.

“What else?” Miho stared into the drawer and Jazz raised her head.

“Cock ring, lube I guess. And whatever you feel like.”

“Cock ring?” Nomura rasped, eyes wide.

“Well, we don‘t want you to come before we are done, do we?” Jazz cooed and took the silicone ring Miho handed her.

“Don’t worry,” she assured Nomura, “it’s brand new.” With only minimal struggle she put first the cock ring on Nomura, then the condom. Miho was still rummaging through the drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube and some other items.

“We have to untie him,” Jazz just pointed out. “He’s too close to the headboard.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” he asked when Miho undid the knot at his tie and both girls made room so he could scoot down a bit. Jazz and Miho shared a short glance, waited until Nomura had settled more or less in the middle of the bed.

“Well, we’d like to start with me riding your cock and Miho riding your face,” Jazz sweetly informed him, earned them a groan and an eager nod.

“Yeah, that – that sounds good to me.” He licked his lips briefly, looked at Miho who smirked, crawled up to his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Jazz didn’t waste any time and straddled him, slicked his cock by sliding it through her already wet folds.

Miho sat up and slid her panties off before she swung a leg over Nomura’s head, shifted until she she was halfway comfortable, facing Jazz who waited for Miho to find a good position. Nomura wrapped his arms around Miho’s thighs and pulled her closer, grunted when Jazz positioned herself and sank down on his cock with a satisfied moan. Once Jazz was still again Miho rested her hands on Jazz’s knees and leaned in a bit, kissed her softly and gasped when Nomura started parting her folds with his tongue.

When Jazz started moving a symphony of their moans, ragged breathing, hisses and some wet noises filled the room, together with the soft creaking of the bed.

Jazz rocked her hips, one hand behind her on Nomura’s thigh, the other in Miho’s hair while they kissed again and again, Miho’s hands still on Jazz’s knees for support while Nomura cupped Miho’s ass, occasionally squeezed the soft flesh and used the grip to keep her in place.

Miho slipped one hand higher on Jazz’s thigh and grinned, challenged her friend to stop her but that was far from Jazz’s intentions.

“Go on,” Jazz said, breath ragged, “you know I – hahhh… can’t get off from fucking alone…” She arched her back, raised her hips slightly so Miho could slip a hand between her thighs, gasped when Miho’s fingertips found her clit. Jazz’s moan was echoed by Nomura when Miho’s finger brushed against his cock every time Jazz slowly moved her hips. They found a rhythm, easily fell into a push and pull, a slow build of pleasure and arousal.

There was no need for haste, no rush to the peak, they all got lost in the moment, the sensations their dance caused them.

Miho was the first to get impatient. She raised her hips, evaded Nomura’s kisses and made him loosen his grip on her ass.

“What’s wrong? Did I do anything wrong?” he asked, slightly confused just for Jazz to lean in and kiss him, not caring about Miho’s taste on his lips.

“It’s fine,” she breathed against his lips. “Miho is hard to get off orally. She needs – a bit more.” As if to emphasize the last bit she rode him harder, now that she could move freely again. For a moment it was just the two of them, Miho still there but not actively taking part. Instead she browsed through the toys she had taken from Jazz’s drawers, grumbled at the sparse selection. She grabbed some lube and a toy, knelt next to Jazz and Nomura who had taken it up a notch, his hands on her hips now while she bounced on his lap.

Miho settled behind Jazz, straddling Nomura’s legs, and showed Jazz what she had picked.

“God… please, yes…” Jazz eagerly agreed when she saw the small vibrator Miho held in her hand and now slowly ran over Jazz’s body, from her collarbone down to her breasts, around the already hard nipples.

“Fuck, you both are looking so hot,” Nomura pressed out between gritted teeth, sweat on his forehead. Jazz tipped her head back, rested it against Miho’s shoulder.

“He’s right, you know? And you look so beautiful when you come… don’t you want to show him? How pretty you are when you’re begging to come?” Miho pressed her lips against Jazz temple, let her hand wander between Jazz’s thighs again. The first contact of the toy on her clit made Jazz hiss and jerk a bit, she was already so close that it was bordering painful. She switched from bouncing up and down Nomura’s cock to rocking her hips again, back and forth, against the toy with every move.

With one arm she reached behind her, wrapped it around Miho’s neck while the other hand rested on Nomura’s firm stomach. Her legs trembled at the strain and her arousal, but she didn’t stop moving.

“Miho…” Jazz whined, took her hand from Nomura’s belly and pressed it instead against Miho’s hand that was holding the toy.

“You want more?” Miho teased and Jazz whimpered in response. Nomura could only watch in awe how Jazz arched her body, her hips now moving faster and faster, chasing her release.

Miho’s other arm now wrapped around Jazz’s chest, her hand cupped a breast, pinched the nipple lightly. Jazz curled her toes, her body taut, her hand now back on Nomura’s stomach, fingertips digging into his skin.

“Hahh… oh fuck… oh my… gooooooood…” Eyes closed, head thrown back, her grip on Miho’s hair and Nomura’s skin tightening Jazz let the pressure in her core shatter, let the tension boil over and euphoria flood her body. She kept moving, panted, finally slumped forwards into Nomura’s arms. Miho pulled her hand back and pressed a kiss between Jazz’s shoulder blades.

For a short moment they stayed like this, let Jazz catch her breath before Nomura started to squirm a bit, still far from finishing.

Jazz scrambled off his lap and stretched leisurely, plopped down on the bed and watched Nomura and Miho who stared at each other, unsure how to go on from here.

“Oh, come on… Nomura, get up. Change the condom. Better take off the cock ring, too. Or do you think you need it to last?” Jazz winked cheekily and leaned over to the pile of toys Miho had gathered earlier, grabbed the lube and a small toy.

“Miho?” She showed her friend what she had picked and Miho nodded, grinned at Nomura who now stood next to the bed and just rolled off the condom and the cock ring, hissed slightly but kept moving his hand lazily over his cock.

Miho rolled on her stomach, looked at Jazz expectantly. “I love when you take charge, did I ever tell you that?”

Jazz chuckled and threw a pillow at Miho who stuffed it under her hips, raised her ass and wiggled it slightly.

“Impatient?” The clicking sound of a bottle of lube being opened followed Jazz’s question and Miho giggled.

“Well, I’m not the one who just came.”

“Don’t worry, you will,” Jazz assured her and dribbled some lube between Miho’s cheeks, coated the small buttplug with more lube and used it to spread the remaining lube around Miho’s puckered hole, ran the toy past it a few times without pressure before she slowly worked Miho open, under the watchful eyes of Nomura.

“Don’t worry, this is not for you,” Jazz let him know when she pushed the buttplug a bit deeper before she pulled it back again. “Just some additional fun for her…”

The sound of his groans mixed with Miho’s moans, with the wet sounds of lube and penetration, with Jazz’s heavy breathing. It only took a few minutes before the buttplug slid in place and Jazz sat up, panting. Both women looked at Nomura.

“Come here,” Miho invited him, pushed herself up on hands and knees. Jazz wiggled her way under Miho, giggled when they were face to face again. The bed dipped under Nomura’s weight when he joined them, let his hands run over Miho’s back to her ass.

“Ready?” His voice was hoarse already, strained.

“God dammit, yes!”

Jazz chuckled at Miho’s repeated display of impatience and shushed her with a kiss. She could feel the moment when Nomura pushed into Miho, the suddenly slacking jaw and lack of response from Miho gave her away.

“He’s good, isn’t he? So wonderfully thick and hard…” Jazz whispered and hummed appreciatively at the memory of it.

“Fuck… yes…” It wasn’t clear if Miho answered to Jazz or simply couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore, but both Nomura and Jazz moaned in response.

Jazz raised her hand towards Nomura, rasped a quick “Open up” before she stuck her index and middle finger into his mouth.

“Get them nice and wet.” Being in charge wasn’t her favorite thing but Jazz could pull that off without a problem and sometimes she even enjoyed bossing her partners around in bed. Not that she got that chance very often when Miho was involved.

Nomura sucked and licked at Jazz’s fingers until she was satisfied and pulled them back, only to slide them down Miho’s body, between her thighs and through her soaked folds.

“I know you’re a greedy little thing,” Jazz whispered to Miho who closed her eyes when Jazz’s fingertips started circling her clit. “And I think he won’t last much longer, so let’s just make sure to get you off properly, shall we?”

And Nomura gave it his all. Every thrust was deeper than the one before, harder, until he was pounding Miho into the mattress, or as much as possible with Jazz still trapped under both of them.

“Oh fuck… I… so close…” Miho’s arms trembled already, she dropped her head on Jazz’s shoulder, pushed her ass up higher.

All it took to tip Miho over the edge was Jazz tilting her head and pressing a sloppy kiss on her lips. With everything that was going on, all the different sensation and stimulations Miho just couldn’t keep the pleasure from boiling over any longer. So she took a deep breath and let herself fall into the promise of ecstasy, let the fire under her skin consume her with a choked out cry.

Nomura’s thrusts stuttered but he kept moving, until Miho relaxed again, her body void of any tension now, slumping down in Jazz’s arms. He tightened his grip on Miho’s hips, pushed two, three more times into her before he tensed, breath escaping with a hiss through his gritted teeth when he came.

Still panting he pulled out, almost collapsed next to both women after quickly discarding the condom.

“Wow… that was…”

“Mhm…” Jazz lazily agreed. “Miho, you are kinda crushing me… roll over already.”

“You know me,” Miho drawled sleepily. “Either we cuddle now…”

“Or?” Jazz asked, trying to see Miho’s face.

“Or…” Miho pushed up a bit, looked over to Nomura. “Round two?”

Watch me

Practice was long and tough. After several days Yuri still wasn’t able to land that quad safely. He was bruised and exhausted, his legs felt like lead but he couldn’t give up. He had to master this jump or everything would be in vain. And while he struggled, what did Viktor do? He texted. He exchanged messages with Chris, Chris of all people! Oh, Yuri had noticed the way they both smiled at each other, almost flirting in front of him. He was sure that Chris had an eye on Viktor; they knew each other for a long time already and no one who knew Viktor could be immune to his charm. Yuri definitely wasn’t. But things were different now. Since they were lovers – a thought that still made Yuri smile and blush occasionally – Viktor shouldn’t flirt with anyone else anymore. Especially not with Chris.

Yuri gave that quad another try – and landed on his butt again. Why was that so damn complicated?! And why did Viktor smile like that, looking at his phone again? He didn’t even watch Yuri, didn’t even offer his advice. What kind of coach was he? What kind of man?

Obviously the one who kept sending probably dirty texts – Yuri was sure they were at least naughty, at least the ones that came from Chris – while his student/lover was struggling. His anger helped Yuri up again, he would make it or he would break while trying, but he wouldn’t give up. There wasn’t much he had to offer Viktor anyway, but at least his stamina and for now even his determination were unmatched.

He started another attempt. Took a deep breath, gained speed and momentum. He knew it when he jumped off; this time he would make it. There were enough rotations and he actually managed to land: one foot, no hands.

Yuri turned towards Viktor excitedly just to see him still with his eyes glued to his phone. He had missed it. Viktor had just missed the moment Yuri managed the most difficult jump in his repertoire. Yuri was disappointed, but he was also angry. After all this was what it was all about! He tried so hard, for Viktor, for their future together!

“Yuri~ Why are you stopping? Practice isn’t over yet.”

Yuri didn’t even glance at Viktor, he simply left the ice and took off his skates. Still seething he marched into the shower room and washed off the sweat and at least a part of the feeling of being insufficient.

Neither of them spoke on their way home. Viktor had given up after several tries, but Yuri gave him the silent treatment. Sometimes Viktor wondered what was going on in sweet Yuri’s little head, but then again he was used to Yuri brooding about things on his own. He was probably still disappointed and discouraged that he couldn’t land that quad.

But Yuri wasn’t disappointed. He was angry. He made that jump and Viktor had missed it because he kept flirting with other men via phone. And it was only Yuri’s fault. He was just too shy, too coy, too passive. If he wanted Viktor to stay he would have to take the game up a notch. Seducing him on the ice with his Eros-performance, that was easy for Yuri. But actually taking the lead when they were both alone? That was a completely different story. Of course Chris wouldn’t hesitate…

That thought made the anger flare up in Yuri again. As soon as they closed the door behind them, finally back in their room, he had made up their mind. All it took was another ‘ping’ from Viktor’s phone.

“Put that down.” For a second Yuri had trouble believing that he just said that. In a firm, demanding tone. Almost ordering. And Viktor couldn’t believe it either. He stared at Yuri before his usual smile appeared on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Your phone. Put. It. Down.” Yuri stepped closer, backed Victor up against the door. “Have you forgotten what I told you? I want you to watch only me, keep your eyes on me all the time. So put your phone down.”

Yuri was smaller than Viktor, there was no denying this fact, but just now, with his head held high and his shoulders squared, he seemed much taller.

“Hmm…” Viktor made a sound as if he had to think about it, kept his smile at bay. This was getting really interesting. “What do I get if I do as you say?”

Yuri leaned closer, his nose almost touching Viktor’s chin. But his eyes – there was a fire in there that made Viktor a bit weak in the knees.

“You will see. But believe me, it’s much better than what you get if you DON’T do as I say.” And with that Yuri closed the tiny gap between them. Standing on his tiptoes he kissed Viktor. It was the first kiss that Yuri initiated and it wasn’t shy or hesitant at all. It was a hard, deep, hungry kiss and he poured all his anger, all his frustration into it. He heard the clatter when Viktor’s phone hit the ground, having slipped from his grip – maybe he had even dropped it, it didn’t matter now. What mattered was that Viktor’s hands now were both free to tangle into Yuri’s hair, pull him closer and deepen the kiss even further.

Usually this would have been the point where Yuri would hand over the reins and let Viktor take the lead, but not today. He pressed his body closer against Viktor’s, slipped a knee between his and bucked his hips so that Viktor could FEEL that Yuri wasn’t joking. A small chuckle escaped Viktor’s lips and that put Yuri into overdrive. Did he just laugh at him?!

With a ferocious growl Yuri yanked Viktor away from the door, stumbled backwards until he reached the bed and then spun both of them around so he could push Viktor down on the bed.

“You think this is funny? Little Yuri acting all grown up?” Yuri was practically ripping his clothes off, let them drop to the floor without a care before he attacked Viktor’s shirt, pulled it off him before he straddled his lap and kissed him again, his hands buried in Viktor’s soft hair.

“No… not funny… but… adorable…” Viktor pressed out between kisses. Adorable? Adorable?! Yuri was pissed! He was a predator, not a cute little plushie! And he would prove it!

His lips traveled down Viktor’s neck, leaving nips and licks in their way. Yuri pushed Viktor down soe he was lying on the bed and kept exploring his body with his hands and lips. He sucked a deep purple bruise right above Viktor’s rapidly beating heart before he slid lower, off his lap and with his knees back onto the floor. Viktor’s feet were still touching the ground and Yuri was now kneeling between Viktor’s thighs, already undoing his belt and pants. He yanked the pants and boxers down, didn’t even bother to actually take them off before he had already his hands on Viktor’s cock. It was hard and dark red, some precum at the tip. Viktor’s breath came in short puffs and he whispered Russian words that Yuri didn’t understand at all. But he didn’t care. He would make Viktor scream, make him beg, make him forget about anyone else. He would show him what Yuri was capable of, that Viktor didn’t need Chris or any other man ever again.

While his hands were busy stroking Viktor’s cock his tongue found his balls, the tip teased the seam between them, the sensitive skin immediately shrunk up. With deep satisfaction Yuri noticed the gasp Viktor made before he sucked one of his balls into his mouth, kept it there for a moment and repeated this with the other. His own cock was already painfully hard, still confined in his pants, but he couldn’t take his hands off Viktor just yet so he simply shifted a bit to ease the pressure for now.

“Yuri…” Viktor almost cried out, his hands searching for Yuri, and Yuri reached out with one hand – the other still tightly wrapped around Viktor’s cock – and grabbed Viktor’s hand.

His tongue traveled from Viktor’s balls up, over the whole length to the tip where he wrapped his lips around it, sucked the precum off and the cock into his mouth as deep as he could. He couldn’t help but groan at the taste.

Viktor was usually quite enthusiastic about oral sex, both giving and receiving, but Yuri was still shy about it. But not today. He bobbed his head, one hand still curled around the base of Viktor’s cock, and swirled his tongue as good as possible. Viktor arched from the bed a bit, sending a wave of arousal and pride through Yuri. He wasn’t even embarrassed by the slurping sounds he made, by the moans and grunts. Yuri focused on the feeling of Viktor’s perfect cock in his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue, the taste. The sounds Viktor made, his breathless moans, the pleading tone of his voice.

“Yuri… I… so close…”

That was his cue. Immediately Yuri squeezed the base of Viktor’s cock and stilled every other movement. Just knelt there, with Viktor’s cock in his mouth, and waited. Only when Viktor bucked his hips in a desperate attempt of encouraging Yuri to continue he let Viktor’s cock slip out between his lips. There was a bit of salvia and precum dripping out of his lips and Yuri simply wiped his mouth with his hand and sat back on his heels.

“Not… yet…”

Viktor’s eyes widened slightly, he was panting and just – just – SO close… He ran his hands over his face and through his hair in a futile attempt of calming down.

“Okay… okay… what – what do you want…” Viktor sat up a bit, propped up on his elbows, and looked at Yuri. A very disheveled Yuri, flushed and slightly teary-eyed, with salvia in the corners of his mouth. He was beautiful. Viktor was so susceptible to Yuri’s charms already, but seeing him like this – he nearly came untouched. With a deep, slightly shuddering breath he forced himself to calm down.

“Yuri… дорого́й*… tell me…“

„All I want…“ Yuri suddenly got up and opened his pants, pushed them down and stepped out of the fabric, „… is for you to watch me. All. The. Time.” In his all naked glory, with his cock rock hard, he crawled back on top of Viktor and kissed him again, his tongue demanding access to Viktor’s mouth almost instantly.

It was a strange feeling, Yuri’s cock sliding up against Viktor’s, both hard and hot, so ready to finally end this, so much in need of a release. But the pressure also was giving Yuri direction. It erased his insecurities for now, focused Yuri on the only thing that mattered: Viktor.

Yuri reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom and a bottle with lube. He had never done this before, had never taken initiative, had never prepped himself or – and this thought made him tremble in arousal – Viktor before. So how should he do this? How could he see this through without handing over the reins to Viktor? Without having to rely on him for everything?

Easy. He couldn’t. But he could find a way to make Viktor help him without letting him be in charge. With a smile he popped the bottle of lube open and drizzled some of it into his hand, wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks at the same time, lubed them up and gave both of them much needed friction. The slide of skin against skin, cock against cock, made Yuri’s determination waver for a moment before he found a good rhythm, a pace that kept them both on edge but didn’t give them enough to actually get off. He dropped the condom on the mattress next to his knee before he pulled Viktor’s hand on his thigh, palm facing upwards. Yuri grabbed the lube again and squirted a generous amount on Viktor’s index and middle finger, dropped the bottle again and spread the lube on Viktor’s hand with his own fingers.

With his bottom lip between his teeth Yuri dragged Viktor’s hand around his body, right to his ass. He gave Viktor an inviting look and a nod before he took his own hand back and rested it on Viktor’s chest for support. The moment he felt the cool lube against his hole Yuri gasped, but willed himself to relax. The feeling of Viktor’s finger inside of him made his head spin, he closed his eyes for a moment and forgot to move completely. Viktor closed his eyes, too, slowly slid his finger in and out of Yuri, wriggled it a bit before he added a second finger, delved deeper and deeper, but still careful not to hurt Yuri.

Slowly, incredibly slowly Yuri started to move again. He rocked his hips ever so slightly, his cock still sliding against Viktor’s while he pushed Viktor’s fingers deeper inside of him with every time he moved backwards. He increased his speed until he was practically fucking himself on Viktor’s fingers, sweat already covering his body, making it glisten.

“One more…” Yuri demanded and Viktor obeyed without hesitation. Yuri groaned, he was so full and yet it wasn’t what he wanted, what he needed.

“Yuri… patience… you’re so… tight…”

No. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Patience? Yuri knew better what he needed, how much he could take. He was much stronger than he looked like, he could land that damn quad after all! He could decide how fast they would go!

“You are not… in charge… right now… You are my… coach on the ice… but not… now…” Yuri sat up, let Viktor’s finger slip away from him and grabbed the condom that he had put aside. Quickly he opened the wrapper, rolled it over Viktor’s cock and added some more lube before he positioned himself, held Viktor’s cock in place and lowered himself onto Viktor.

Although he had expected it the stretch was still overwhelming. Yuri exhaled loudly and then held his breath until he was sunken down onto Viktor’s lap, his lover’s cock buried deeply inside of him. Yuri braced himself with his hands on Viktor’s chest and started moving, slowly at first but soon he picked up the pace. The angry fire that had fueled him until now was quickly replaced by passion and pleasure. His own cock twitched every now and then and he just wanted to wrap a hand around it when Viktor beat him to that. With a low groan Yuri’s movements faltered briefly, he needed all his willpower not to come in that moment. He wasn’t ready to end this just yet. He clenched his teeth got back into his rhythm, Viktor already moaning beneath him.

“Yes… just like… ohhhh… Yuri… Yuri!” With wide eyes Viktor stared at Yuri, this incredible, wonderful, beautiful creature on top of him, all eros and confidence right now. His hand moved faster over Yuri’s cock but stopped when his own climax took his breath away. He arched up and growled, his hands searching for something, someone to hold on to. And he found Yuri, who leaned down and wrapped his arms around him, captured his lips in a messy kiss, prolonging the overwhelming sensation with this sweet gesture of love.

With his cock still hard Yuri slowly moved, lifted himself off Viktor’s lap. Viktor quickly took care of the condom and immediately came back to Yuri, pushed him on his back and kissed him deeply before he slid down his body until he reached Yuri’s cock. It didn’t take much more at this point, just the warm wetness of Viktor’s mouth, his talented tongue and a couple of strokes with his hand until Yuri clenched the sheets in his hands and roared out his own release.

Out of breath, sweaty and sticky they lay together on the bed afterwards, a comfortable silence between them.

“I’m so proud of you for landing the quad,” Viktor whispered, the smile audible in his tone. Yuri tensed.

“You – you saw?!”

Viktor kissed Yuri softly. “Of course I did. I said I would always watch you and I do. Even when you think I don’t. Should I show you what distracted me so much today?”

Yuri nodded, he felt a bit silly and childish for doubting Viktor who got up and searched his phone. When he came back he handed it over to Yuri who saw a picture of himself, taken around 2 years ago.

“Chris sent me some photos he had of you.”

Yuri cuddled up closer, all traces of anger and disappointment gone.

“So you really WERE watching me…” he softly said. Viktor smiled.




Role reversal

People used to think that Jumin Han was cold. He rarely showed emotions, only in front of his best friends, his closest confidents. And of course in front of you.

But most people thought Jumin was some kind of robot, without emotions and desires.

Seven often joked that he was your dom, that it must be hard for you to satisfy the perfectionist so he wouldn’t even let you try.

They couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact Jumin was one of the most devoted men you ever met, constantly looking out for you. He wanted to spoil you in every aspect of life. Although he claimed to have never felt like he did for you, that he had no idea how to behave in a relationship, no idea how to convey his feelings, you have never felt so loved before. Not when he was throwing his money around for you; you didn’t care for that. But he gave you the feeling that you were the centre of his world.

Especially in bed.

Your pleasure was his pleasure, he loved to take you to new heights, to make it better, longer, more intense. When he found out that you could come multiple times in one night he set himself a goal, to see how often he could bring you to orgasm in one hour, one night. He usually didn’t stop before you begged him to, in most cases after having climaxed three or four times at least. When you were exhausted, overly sensitive, when the pleasure bordered on pain – only then he would allow himself to give in and come. And afterwards he would take care of you, carry over to the bathroom if necessary, take a bath or shower with you, help you getting dressed for the night.

He still wasn’t that keen on lacy lingerie, he preferred your naked skin or at least silky nightgowns, although you were more into comfy and simple sleepwear. You still indulged him and wore classy and luxurious negligees after your passionate nights together and he indulged you and slept with you in his arms.

But no matter how fantastic sex with Jumin was, you still felt a bit guilty. He had a hard and demanding job, he shouldn’t have to be in charge at night, too. You wanted to spoil him like he spoiled you, but how should you get the perfectionist to hand over the metaphorical reins and let you be in charge? Would he even be able to give up control, even for only one night?

You were determined to find out and you knew that he actually couldn’t deny you a sincere wish, so you hoped that it would be the same this time.

When Jumin came home in the evening, after a day with a schedule packed with meetings and presentations, you welcomed him with a smile and a glass of his favorite wine. He simply put the glass down and wrapped his arms around you, inhaled your scent slightly. You could feel him relax in your arms and smiled, happy that you were his safe haven. That was what you wanted, the trust and the comfort, knowing you could give him what he always wanted. And tonight you wanted to test this bond, to stretch it, to make him understand how strong it really was.

“Hello my love, how was your day?” you asked him, enjoying the tender affection he showed you.

“Long. Dull without you,” he replied and let you go with a sigh. You led him towards an armchair and gently pushed him down, let him pull you into his lap.

“At least now you are here, with me. Where you belong to,” you purred and ran your hands through his hair. You loved to disheveled his usually impeccable hairdo, it was turning the serious and respectable Mr. Han into your Jumin. He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the way you caressed his scalp, tugged at his hair slightly and let it slip through your fingers.

“Good?” you asked lowly, hands slipping down his neck towards his tie.

“Mhm…” he hummed in pleasure while you loosened his tie but didn’t take it off.

Instead you straddled him, grabbed the tie and pulled him closer until your lips were only a hair’s breadth apart.

“Jumin…” you practically sighed, your lips almost touching his. He opened his eyes, but due to your closeness he couldn’t really look at you. It was more that he needed the feeling of control and for that his vision was important. The fact that he COULD see, not what he actually saw. A blurry image of your face in close up.

“What is it, my love?” he asked back, his voice like a caress. How could anyone think he was anything else than sweet to you?

“If I had a wish…” you began slowly, trying to gather your courage and pick the right words when he interrupted you gently.

“I would grant it if it’s in my power.”

You smiled at his sincerity and pecked his lips softly.

“Good. All I want from you is to trust me. Do you think you can do that?”

“Of course I do. You’re one of the few people I really trust. Are you doubting that?” He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, pulled his head back slightly to better look at you.

“I don’t,” you softly assured him. “But I want to be sure before I continue.”

“Continue? With what?”

Your hands were still toying with his tie, slowly undoing the knot. “I want you to trust me. Today I want to take care of you – just like you always take care of me. If you don’t like anything, just tell me. But please give me a chance…” You pulled the tie away from his neck, looked him in the eyes and waited for him to nod.

“Good. You have the choice. I can either use this-” you held up the tie for him to see, “to blindfold you or to tie your hands together. What would you rather do? See me or touch me?”

He scowled slightly, the crease between his eyebrows deepening.

“Both options don’t sound very appealing to me.”

That was what you had expected. “Jumin, I really love what you are doing with me, but if I don’t restrain you in any way you will end up taking control again. And that just isn’t an option tonight.”

You knew that didn’t sound very sexy, but you also knew that he was amenable to reason and logic. Telling him what you thought and felt was the best way to make him understand after all.

He hesitated. “When I see you I also want to touch you. But touching you without seeing your reaction? That’s a tough choice.”

“And one you don’t have to make immediately.” You put the tie away for now, but within reach, before you slowly unbuttoned his shirt until you reached his vest. You stopped there, leaned in to trail kisses down his neck, his collarbone, the part of his chest you could reach.

He let you, obviously holding back now that he knew what you wanted. When you slid of his lap and knelt in front of him, between his thighs, his fingers twitched but he kept his hands on the armrests. No matter how much he liked pleasuring you with his tongue, he never asked you to return the favor, not wanting you to feel degraded in any way. As if sucking his perfect cock would make you feel anything but pleasure.

For now you nuzzled his crotch with your face, playfully followed the outline of his slowly hardening cock with your nose.

“You – you don’t have to…”

“Shhh, or I will have to use the tie to gag you.”

He frowned, obviously actually thinking you’d do that but you indicated with a chuckle and a shake of your head that you were joking. Your hands found the remaining buttons of his vest and shirt and he squirmed slightly when you ran your nails down his chest, grazing his nipples and leaving light red marks on him.

“Eyes or hands?” you asked again, fingertips dipping under his waistband.

His breathing had sped up already, chest rising and falling in a sensual rhythm.

“H-hands…” He sounded wrecked already, the decision the hardest part of his day – for now.

You smiled up to him, reached over and grabbed the tie just to gently wrap it around one of his wrists. You tied him to the armrest before you opened his belt, slowly pulled it out of the belt loops and wrapped it around his other hand, leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Is this okay?” You wanted to make sure that he was still comfortable with it and it thrilled you to see his gaze, his pupils dilated, lips slightly parted.

“I need to hear it,” you softly insisted and he nodded slowly.

“It is fine so far.”

“Believe me, this will be so much better than fine,” you promised in a low voice, hands already busy again, opening his pants. You liked how the shirt was still half on his body, revealing him only partly to your gaze, but you definitely wanted the pants gone. For now you left his black boxer briefs, though, and when you had his pants tugged down far enough you leaned in and mouthed along the outlines of his cock under the thin fabric. He was already much harder now and the groan you heard spurred you on further. So when your fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down to reveal his pubic hair – neatly trimmed of course – and next his cock until you could place a soft kiss on the tip.

He drew a sharp breath, grabbed the armrests tightly.

“You really don’t-“ he began, panting, voice hoarse.

“You are not calling the shots tonight,” you reminded him. “I do what I want to do and now I want to taste you. So let me.”

You rid him of his pants and boxers, tugged the socks off his feet before you got comfortable between his legs, or at least as comfortable as it can get, kneeling on the floor. At first you only watched him, the slight bobbing of his cock with his pulse. Then you leaned in and placed your tongue on his balls, dragged it upwards to the tip of his cock, following the big vein on the underside of it.

He groaned louder now and you looked up, held his gaze when you grabbed his cock with one hand and parted your lips. The almost disbelieving look on his face made you smile when you took his cock into your mouth, as deep as you could manage before you started sucking him off in earnest.

All those times he had done this to you, had used his hands and tongue to bring you right to the edge, and now it was your turn. Soon you could feel his legs tremble, saw the way the muscles in his body tensed. You pulled back, lips shining with your saliva and his precum, swollen and pink.

“Did you like that?” You were slightly breathless but incredibly turned on by now. You couldn’t wait to start with the next part.

“T-that was… very stimulating… and enjoyable…”

“For me, too,” you assured him and stood up, your knees slightly protesting but this was worth it. “I enjoy it to give you pleasure, too. Although I enjoy the things most that give both of us pleasure.” With that you let the dress fall from your body and pool at your feet, leaving you in some silky panties.

“Actually I like that best, too.”

With a smiled you climbed into his lap. “Well, in that case you will love what I have planned for us.”

His cock trapped between your bodies you started rocking against him, his hardness such a delicious contrast to the soft silk, just providing enough friction for you to moan lowly without being enough to actually get you off.

You shared feverish kisses, breathy moans, your hands buried in his hair, tugging, sliding. With your hips still rocking and rolling against him you created a wonderful symphony of sensations, just kept him aroused and brining you closer, too.

“Tell me – what you want me to do,” you purred into his ear, making him looking at you n confusion.

“I thought you were the one in control tonight?”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not open to suggestions. And I want you to talk dirty to me.”

His brow furrowed, his lips moved slightly without making a sound.

“Can we define the rules for that?”

This wasn’t exactly sexy, but it was completely Jumin.

“Just tell me what you want me to do to you. Or what you want to do to me.” You pulled your panties to the side, let his cock slide through your drenched folds.

“I want – I want you to… get the utmost pleasure… out of this…” This was the closest of an invitation you could get so you simply took this as your cue, angled your hips a bit and let him slide into you, let him fill you up, stretch you.

He groaned, the armrests creaked under the pressure of his hands. With your hands on his shoulders you started to ride him, accompanied by his panting and grunting, by your own moans and heavy breathing.

Jumin buried his face in your chest, squished between your breasts, nibbling, kissing, licking wherever he could reach. The control you had now was exhilarating, the way he moaned for you, how he was at your mercy, how it was you who made him feel like this. Made him tense and squirm. You didn’t want him to beg, you didn’t want him to degrade himself in any way. Jumin was a proud man after all and allowing you this much already was more than you could have hoped for. You wanted to give him pleasure, not make him feel bad. No, you wanted to make him feel fucking great.

Circling your hips alternating with bouncing in his lap you pushed the both of you higher and higher, your legs trembling, sweat covering your body. But nothing in the world would make you stop now. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to experience the bliss he always caused you.

“Let go… Jumin… come for… me… I wanna feel… it… deep inside of… me… fill me up…” You were babbling incoherent pleas and dirty words, begged him to come for you, to take this was you were offering him.

He did. With a loud gasp, slightly muffled since his face was still between your breasts, he tensed, hips bucking up, cock twitching in your pussy. You rode out his orgasm, kept moving until he hissed at the overstimulation before you stopped, tipped his head back to kiss him.

“That… that was… incredible…”

You moaned in agreement, too tired now to move off his lap. Instead you started undoing the ties, giving him back his freedom. Immediately he grabbed your hips and stood up, your legs still around his waist.

“Wha- where are you going?”

“You didn’t come.” His statement was typical Jumin: cool, rational, logical. And with your pleasure, your wellbeing in mind.

“Was it enjoyable for you to take control tonight?”

You nodded weakly. “It was. I love giving you pleasure, too, you know? You don’t have to be dominant all the time.”

He stopped in his tracks, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Dominance? You think I’m dominant?”

“Not really dominant, just – in control.”

He nodded once. “Good. I have no desire to force my dominance on you whatsoever. All I want is for you to be happy, preferably with me. And if I can arrange for it, multiple times in one night.”

He proved one thing that night. It really wasn’t about dominance. It was about adoration. And his adoration brought you to your climax four times that night.



Morning after

I sleepily raised my coffee mug to my lips, the world blurred a bit when the steam fogged up my glasses. I had to admit, Razi’s bed was the most comfortable I have ever slept in, but that didn’t change the fact that five hours of sleep were still too little.

“Still tired?” I heard Razi’s smile in his voice more than I could actually see it, but it was warm like the toast in front of me.

“Yeah, a bit,” I admitted, my glasses slowly clearing again.

“Do you regret that I kept you up that long last night?” His voice had dropped and with it my stomach. The mere thought of last night, of the pleasure we shared, sent shivers down my spine and a tingling into my nether regions.

“Nope,” I replied with a smile. “Why? Do you want to complain?”

With a chuckle he took some grapes, plucked them from the stem and popped one into his mouth.

“That would be the furthest thing from my mind.” His smirk told me exactly what the closest thing probably was and to be honest, it wasn’t far from my mind either.

“Good to know all your wishes have been fulfilled last night,” I smugly said, earned me a groan from him.

But it wasn’t annoyed. No, he sounded completely wrecked, as if he still couldn’t believe we had finally had sex without getting cockblocked by the universe. To be honest, I couldn’t fully believe it either, but the pleasant soreness in my lady parts were a nice reminder.

“You made the same sound last night,” I pointed out, as casual as possible while the heat was crawling into my face and some other body parts.

“I did, huh? I only hope you understand the meaning of your discovery. I expect you to handle that knowledge with care and discretion.” He looked at me over the rim of his own cup, those cobalt eyes blazing, and I gulped.

“You trust me with your bottle, I think it’s safe to say you can also trust me with this secret. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to run around and tell everyone about my kinks in bed either.” I wanted to lighten the mood again but he narrowed his eyes slightly. Shit, was it still too soon for bottle jokes?

Okay, but I knew what I had to do to butter him up. I got up, sauntered over to him and stopped behind him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. My hands slid up and into his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp. But instead of leaning into my touch how I had expected Razi grabbed my wrists, pulled my hands down again.

“Yesterday… you found one of my weaknesses. I feel like missing out because I haven’t found one of yours yet. So I’d say we focus on you now.” He turned in his chair, looked up at me with this confident grin that sparked the desire deep in my guts again.

“Uh, yeah… we can totally do that,” I muttered, cringed inwardly at my breathlessness. Honestly, last night I even politely declined a third round because I was so exhausted and satisfied, and now I was already picturing us repeating everything once more.

But I wasn’t the only one, Razi pulled me sideways into his lap and gently cupped my face, kissed me softly once, twice before he tilted my head and deepened the kiss, nudged my tongue with his until I was panting for air. Dammit, that guy could kiss!

“Razi… what about… JD…?” I managed to squeeze out between kisses.

“Don’t tell me… you want them to join?” With a chuckle he pulled back, dropped a last kiss on the tip of my nose before he arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow at me. “Is that your kink?”

I could feel the blush creep up to the roots of my hair, but shook my head furiously.

“No, I mean, we’re sitting here in the kitchen and all. They could walk in and-“ I didn’t even have to finish the sentence, we had been interrupted far too often for any of us to forget about it.

“Don’t worry about that,” he murmured and nuzzled my neck, made me gasp when he nipped at my skin. His hands were already busy tugging at my shirt. I had opted against wearing my jeans so my legs were bare and Razi used that to his advantage, dragged his fingertips from my knees up my thighs, leaving goose bumps in his wake.

If he told me not to worry I just didn’t. He trusted me with his very life – and some very delicate and delicious secrets – so I could trust him to make sure JD wouldn’t accidentally get an eyeful of my half naked body.

Oh. Fully naked body. Razi had reached the hem of my shirt again and tugged it off me, left me in my panties while he was still fully dressed.

“I regret not taking more time last night for exploring you,” he seriously explained, his fingertips now circling my stiffening nipples. I wanted to cover up with my arms a bit but he stopped me, took my hand and kissed each fingertip gently.

“Patience, my love. Last night you had been so impatient, too.”

I squirmed in his lap and he laughed, a low and rich sound that made me whine.

“You’re so responsive,” he went on, cupped my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple until it was almost painfully hard.

“Yeah, and that’s exactly the reason why I get impatient so quickly,” I pointed out in a cracking voice.

“You like to remind me of my age. Well, other than humans djinns learn patience over the centuries. But I understand you don’t have kind of time.” With no hurry he kept playing with my nipple while my whole body was already buzzing with arousal.

“Razi…” I whined, wriggled in his lap and made him laugh again.

“What is it?”

I pressed my body closer against his, kissed him deeply, hoped I could convey my need for him without words. We shifted until I was straddling him, the memory of last night rushed through my body, pooled as tingling in my panties.

“I still haven’t had my fill of you,” he rasped into my ear, making me tilt my head so he could keep kissing and sucking my neck. Not exactly my kink – or I would have gone with Diego, I guess – but it definitely didn’t help with the situation in my panties.

“’Fill’ sounds promising,” I gasped, the thought of him filling me again made me grind down on him to find him already in the perfect condition to do exactly that.

“Oh no, love, this won’t be a quickie. I want to savor you, drive you crazy like you drive me crazy, take you to the edge over and over only to heighten the intensity for you.”

With a desperate moan I grabbed him, kissed him passionately, rocked against the hard bulge in his pants until he groaned.

“I get the feeling… you need some… time out…” he panted, lifted me from his lap effortlessly and sat me on the table. I expected some clattering from the cups and dishes, but to my surprise I found the table empty.

“Should you really… use magic in your condition?”

“Did you really want to wait until we cleared the table the conventional way?” he asked back, stood up to his full height now and pulled my hips closer to the table’s edge.

“Hey, I’m just worried about you,” I weakly complained when his hands slid up my legs, his fingertips brushed the edge of my panties.

“I feel much better already. The rest helped a lot – but now I’m eager to move again.”

I couldn’t protest, but I couldn’t just keep my mouth shut either.

“Last night you didn’t rest much,” I reminded him when his fingers curled into the waistband of my panties, slowly dragged the fabric down my legs. Embarrassment hit me when I realized just how soaked it was, but he only grunted appreciatively.

“Somehow I get the impression you might be worried, but at the same time you are pretty eager for me to keep going,” he smugly shot back.

“Can’t argue with that,” I mumbled, lay back on the table when my arms gave up.

“Good girl,” he praised me, made my face flare up brightly.

“Now look at this,” he grinned widely. “Do you like that? Being praised? Being called a good girl?”

It shouldn’t be that hot, but I couldn’t deny that a wave of arousal washed over me when he repeated those words. Usually I didn’t get much praise or sympathy, that was probably the reason his words affected me that much.

I closed my eyes tightly and nodded weakly.

“Good to know. Tell me what else you like, okay?”

With that he started kissing me again, leaning over my body to reach my lips before his mouth traveled over my skin, from my collarbones further down. With one hand he cupped my breast, his lips closed around the nipple, made me arch my back into the sensation.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, held him close against me so that I got at least a bit of friction from his hard cock, still trapped in his pants.

“You like that?” he breathed against my skin and I whined in response.

With a chuckle he repeated this with the other breast, bucked his hips against me when I tangled my hand in his hair.

Suddenly I knew what I had to do to speed things up. I buried my hand in his hair, tugged slightly, made him moan against my body while his lips slid down my belly, closer to where I really wanted him. Needed him.

The only downside was that he had to move his body away from mine, and I immediately missed the warm and firm contact. But then I heard a faint thud when his knees touched the kitchen floor, his strong hands guided my legs over his shoulders and his warmth was back between my thighs, albeit different.

His hair and beard tickled when it brushed over the inside of my thigh where he left a trail of soft kisses until his breath was washing over my folds. I managed to gather my remaining strength to lift my head just in time to see his tongue darting out of his mouth, his eyes searching mine before they fluttered shut at the first taste of me. I made an embarrassing squeaking sound against my will, closed my eyes, too, only wanted to feel without distraction from my other senses.

He took his time, followed the lines of my shapes with his tongue before he carefully parted my folds, increased the pressure of his touch. With the very tip of his tongue he circled my clit once, twice, grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me even closer towards him until he could feast on me in earnest, broad licks alternating with circling the most sensitive spots.

I squirmed on the table, my hand tightened its grip in his hair while the other was searching for something to hold to, anything to anchor me. When I felt his fingertips brush against my core, joining his lips and tongue in pleasuring me, I almost jumped, but his other hand held me in place, fingers splayed out on my lower belly.

“You taste – incredible,” he rumbled, only interrupted his licks and kisses to tell me that.

“Glad… you enjoy this…” I managed to reply, but it was less sassy than intended. To my defense, it was hard to be sassy when he was knuckle deep in my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth. He hummed in affirmation, two fingers pushing in and out of me.

“How adventurous are you?”

I raised my head slightly at this question, tried to meet his gaze.

“What do you-?” A gasp cut off the rest of the question when his fingers left my warmth only to follow the trail of his saliva and my arousal that had dripped down between my butt cheeks. The gentle press of his finger wasn’t unpleasant, but unfamiliar and I tensed, eyes wide.

“Not good?” he murmured against my thigh, stilled his movements completely.

“Hard to say,” I admitted, tried to focus on this new sensation. “It’s not anything I have done before.”

He kissed my thigh soothingly, eyes on my face to check my reactions.

“Okay, tell me if you want me to stop.”

“No! I mean, it’s okay, I guess. Just – I’m so close already…” I sounded more pathetic than I wanted but dammit, I needed his mouth back on me! If that meant having his finger up my ass – well, that was actually kinda interesting. And there was no harm in finding out about my kinks while he was trying to find about my kinks.

With a smile he lowered his head again between my thighs, his pace now faster, bringing me to the edge with some purposeful licks and sucks, slowly moving his finger in and out of my ass. My legs trembled, I tried not to crush him between my thighs – although I didn’t hear him complain, but still – with one hand I grabbed the edge of the table tightly, the other was still buried in his hair. The heat and pressure in my belly became unbearable and with a shuddering gasp I let myself fall into the pits of pleasure and euphoria.

I could hear him groan, muffled by my own body, the hand on my belly anchoring me to reality while my mind was soaring high.

When everything just became too much I gently pushed against his head and he placed a few soft kisses on my pussy, my thighs and my belly before he stood up again.

I wanted to curl up and just bask in the afterglow, even on the hard kitchen table, but Razi started to take off his shirt and who was I to complain? I pulled my legs up and sat up on the table, reached for his hand when he wanted to open the button of his pants.

“That’s my job,” I seriously declared and tugged him closer, slipped my fingers under the waistband to brush against his skin before I slowly undid the button.

“Really? I don’t remember writing that into your job description,” he teased but I only shrugged.

“It’s one of the duties I picked up just recently. And now I want the exclusive rights to that.”

He lifted my chin up with two fingers – none of them the one that had been in my butt just now, I checked that – and kissed me. Despite the state of his arousal that I could feel in his pants the kiss was soft and sweet.

“You can have the rights to open my pants and even take off my boxers, because you have been such a good girl for me.”

I groaned lowly, slipped my hand in his underwear and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock.

“’Off’ is not the right word, I just want them down for now. Only enough for you to fuck me already.”

Maybe I was not exactly a good girl, but at least I knew what I wanted and how to get it. My hands made short work of his remaining clothes, just pushed the pants and boxers far enough down so I could grab his cock and guide him to my pussy.

“You really are impatient,” he grunted, but we seemed to share this trait. With one hand in the small of my back he pulled me closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned shamelessly when he finally pushed into me.

“Your fingers and mouth are definitely talented,” I let him know, “but your cock is incredible. I just can’t get enough of you.” I nipped at his neck, played with some strands of his hair and grinned when he made this helpless little sound, bucked his hips and made me see stars.

The table shook under the force of his thrusts, briefly I feared it would leave permanent marks on the floor, but that worry vanished when Razi angled his hips and hit a spot deep inside of me that made me cry out in pleasure.

“You have… made that sound… last night, too… sweetest sound… I ever heard…” he grunted and all I could was nod frantically. Not sure I ever made that sound before, but that didn’t matter anyway. All I could think about was the friction and heat, the pressure growing with every push and pull, every drag of his cock inside of me.

“Razi – I…”

My fingers dug into his back, I pressed my body impossibly closer against his, tilted my hips to get this little bit of extra friction I needed. But he pushed me back down, his hand between my breasts, firm but gentle, and once my back was flush to the table top his hand slipped down my body, his thumb found the exact spot where I craved some extra attention.

My nails scratched over the wooden surface in search of purchase, but I ended up reaching over my head and gripping the edge of the table, just in time to cushion the force of his next thrust that didn’t send me over the actual, but over the metaphorical edge. Knuckles white from the death grip I had on the table, toes curled I gasped for air when pleasure seemed to replace every single drop of blood in my body, flooded my veins, made me light headed and weak in the knees. Thank goodness I was already lying down, I wouldn’t have been able to stand anyway.

Faintly I noticed that Razi tensed on top of me, his grip on my hips tightened and he growled lowly, a sound that actually made it through my euphoric haze.

When he slumped down on me, panting and just as sated as I was, I pressed a last kiss on his lips and grinned dopily.

“You know you just raised the standards for breakfast, do you? I expect this every morning now.”

With a breathless laughter he returned my kiss, looked at me with this incredible, fond and loving expression.

“That can be arranged,” he lowly agreed. “That can be arranged.”

Genie out of the bottle

I was working in the bowling alley – polishing the balls while thinking about polishing some ‘balls’ – when Razi walked in, carrying some crates with new stock for the bar. He bent over to set them down, giving me a nice view of his perfectly pinchable tush and some very naughty ideas.

“I think I’m done here, boss. What should I do next?” And in my mind I added: ‘You?’

“You can help me with the bottles,” he said with his radiant smile.

“Oh, you are trusting me with your home?” I batted my lashes and grinned at him.

He sighed quietly, defeated, but didn’t rise to bait. So I walked over and grabbed the first two bottles, looking at them curiously.

“I know that there’s at least one part of you that won’t fit in here,” I casually remarked, saw him tensing a bit.

“Really? Are we’re back at the bottle jokes already?”

“Hey, they never get old. Just like you,” I pointed out to my defense. But he was right, since I knew what he was I was constantly cracking jokes.

With a tired shake of his head he started putting the bottles away, but I wasn’t that easy to get discouraged.

“Hey, barman, how about you pour me a drink?” Leaning on the counter I waited to turn to face me before I added: “I’d like a Djinn Tonic, please.”

As if he hadn’t seen that coming already, which is unlikely, he groaned in annoyance. “You’re still on the clock.”

“Fine. Make it a vir-djinn Djinn Tonic.” I knew I was smirking and that probably pissing him off, but I was doing my best not to laugh out loud.

“So basically a tonic, right?” He slid a glass over the counter and turned back to put the bottles into the shelf.

I looked around the bowling alley – that was empty like most days – and spotted some leftover decorations from Christmas.

“Hey Razi, isn’t it time to take that off already?” I pointed towards the tinsel at the ceiling, waited for him to spot what I was talking about before I launched my next attack. “Or do you keep that there to remind you of your favorite Christmas Carol? You know…. ‘Djinn-gle bells’?”

“Ugh, maybe you could get back in your box.” He clearly wasn’t amused. But at least I was.

“Heh, get back in your bottle!”  I shot back only for him to cross his arms in front of manly, hairy chest and grin at me suggestively.

“Didn’t you already point out that I would never fit in there?”

Now it was my turn to almost spit out my drink, but I have worked too hard on all my puns to drop the topic now. I could give him this small victory, but I still had a handful of other arrows in my quiver.

“Hey, since there are no costumers – again – how about you and I playing a nice game to pass some time? I guess your favorite card game would be…” I was making a meaningful pause, giving him time to brace himself for my next attack on his nerves, “… Djinn Rommé.”

“Really? Can’t you just drop that subject?”

“No. Can’t you just drop your pants? Because, let’s be honest, you’re no wearing much of a shirt when you are in Djinn mode anyway.” Not that I wanted to complain, I liked that view.

”If you don’t like card games, would you maybe enjoy a roleplay game? Nothing, naughty of course. Something like Dun-djinns and dragons?” I ignored his unnerved expression and pressed on. “Or is the only dun-djinn you’re interested in your sex dun-djinnn?”

“It’s only 2pm! Do you really have to start on a topic like that so early in the day?”

Was there a tiny hint of blush I was spotting on his cheeks? I cackled gleefully, this afternoon was very much to my liking so far. Razi dropped the rag he was using to wipe the counter and put his hands on the bar, leaned in so closely that I thought I could actually see some of the blue sparks in his eyes.

“What? Do my jokes get your En-djinn running?” I just couldn’t stop, not after all those hours lying awake at night, coming up with Djinn jokes and puns.

“You better stop making suggestions like that before you are in too deep, my dear.”

“But what if I want you deep?” I wasn’t even hiding my intentions anymore. “So, tell, Mr. Genie, where do I have to rub to get a wish granted?”

Before the grin on my face could grow even wider he grabbed me and kissed me, not mind-blankeningly but still making my knees go weak.

“So, what are you whishing for then?” His voice was low, rumbled in my ears like thunder, the promise of a storm, filled with rain that would soon lash my body.

“Do I have to actually say ‘I wish for…’? Or can you read my mind?” I almost breathlessly panted back.

He stared into my eyes, sparks of blue lighting dancing at the periphery of my vision, when I felt a solid body press against my back and butt, making me jump in surprise. When I turned around my jaw – and also my panties – almost dropped. There was another Razi, just in front of me, looking like the one I had just kissed, feeling like the one I had just kissed, too. A tangible copy.

“So you CAN read my mind,” I uttered in both shock and arousal, the realization of the possibilities this offered just making my panties damp.

“It’s not hard to read your mind when it’s written all over your face what you want,” Razi, my Razi, rasped behind me, while I hesitantly brushed my fingertips over the exposed part of the other Razi’s chest. For science. And also for science I plucked a single chest hair from its mooring, making both of them flinch simultaneously.

“Hey!” Razi 1 complained.

“That hurt,” Razi 2 added. Okay, that really was confusing. But I was willing to work my way down to their pants – I mean, down to the truth of this all.

“Wait, is he – is he real?” I wasn’t sure anymore with whom I was talking, because both looked completely identical yet somehow real.

“We both are. Kinda. He’s me, just not – constantly available. I can conjure him in an illusion and he will act like I do.” Razi had come out of behind the counter, was now sandwiching me between his two versions.

“And he can hear you,” Razi 2 pouted slightly. “And he doesn’t like to be talked about like some kind of prop. I’m pretty much real, believe me.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest again. I could feel warmth and his heartbeat, the tickling of his chest hair under my palm. In awe I twisted my body a bit, put my free hand on the original Razi’s chest. It felt just the same.

“So, both of you are real. And I can touch both of you… and you both can feel what I’m doing to one of you? Like some weird kind of – I don’t know, mirroring?”

Both chests suddenly rumbled with laughter.

“No, actually I was just pulling your leg. We can’t feel what the other is feeling.”

I slapped his chest lightly, but had to admit, he had gotten me with that one.

“And here I was already thinking about how I could use that to my advantage,” I pouted a bit, still with one hand on each their chest.

“You don’t seem to understand… now it’s us being in an advantage…” With a smirk they both came closer, trapped me between them and their warmth, their smell.

“Wasn’t that what you were wishing for? Getting your brains fucked out?”

My knees buckled at the mere thought of it and I slumped into the embrace of Razi 1, but the hands of Razi 2 behind me also came to rest on my hips to steady me.

“God… yes…” If he, no, if they offered, I wouldn’t say no. Who thought that his magic could be used for something like that, too? (Fangirls thought. I bet that was actually their first thought at all.) I pushed my guilty conscience to the side, figured that it wasn’t even cheating if a) Razi was here and b) the other guy was Razi, too. And if it really was Razi he already knew what I liked and what not. Could that get any better?

It could. Razi 2 started kissing my neck when Razi 1 leaned in to kiss my lips, almost devoured me, left my mind spinning and my body craving more. So much more. But conveniently there was more for me, another set of hands, lips, and yes, when Razi 2 pressed his body against my back I could already feel the promising hardness in his pants. I wasn’t sure yet where I could fit that when Razi 1 was already somewhere inside of me, but I postponed the logistic decisions to a later time.

Now I was more interested in getting all of us naked. My hands clutched Razi 1’s suspenders, tugged them down, not caring we were still in the middle of the bowling alley. If he didn’t protest he’d probably taken care of that somehow. It was really nice to a have a magical boyfriend.

I let my thoughts wander just like the Razis their hands, pinching, teasing, groping, tugging at me until my pants were open and my shirt only held by one button. Razi 2 behind me suddenly tugged my pants and panties down, making me shriek briefly at the cool air hitting my heated skin. Razi 1 undid the last button of my shirt.

“Can’t wait to have you naked already,” he growled and I chuckled.

“You chose that ugly design for our uniform… so don’t blame me if you want to take it off me…”

“I blame you for wanting to rip it off you all the time, though,” he growled and pushed the shirt off me, leaving me in my bra that was instantly snapped open from behind. Razi 1 instantly cupped my boobs while I still fumbled with his shirt.

“Can I wish for the both of you to get naked? Would that work?” My frustration and impatience got the better of me, I just couldn’t focus when they both were kissing and touching me. And it was weird, when I turned around I had to open the same shirt on Razi 2 that I had already unbuttoned. I needed some magical help here. Or any help.

“You can wish for whatever you want, but I’m not sure if I should even listen to you. You only cracked jokes about my magic all day, do you really think I’m doing tricks for you now?” But there was mischief in his voice, no anger or annoyance at all, and I could already spot some wisps of blue magic tugging at their clothes.

Naked and pressed into a hot bundle of skin and lips and limbs we moved from the bar to the worn out couch in the back, one Razi in front of me, the other behind me. I lost track of who was the original one and I couldn’t tell, not by their voice, their touch, their kiss. Their cocks. And they both knew exactly what I liked, how to they had to touch me, to kiss me, having me at the edge before we even really started.

When we almost stumbled over the couch I got at least enough of a break to catch my breath by pushing the Razi in front of me down at the couch and straddling him impatiently. But the one behind me grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his chest.

“Not so fast, you little teasing minx. I think it’s our turn now to tease you for a change.”

The one behind me held me in place while the Razi in front of me sat up a bit, leaned in to kiss me. I whimpered when I felt him graze my nipples with his fingertips on his hands’ way down my body. When he slipped a hand between my thighs I threw my head back onto his 2 shoulder, gave that Razi access to my neck. I knew I would end up with hickeys and marks all over my body, but actually I was looking forward to it. Proofs that this wasn’t only some illusion but real, as real as their skin under my fingertips and their breath on my body.

When Razi 1 found my clit I jumped, already so aroused that I felt like coming any second now. And he knew it. Slowly, oh so slowly he grazed my hidden nub, made it swell even more until he stopped moving his finger, just kept it there and the pressure up. At least that was what I thought, until I could both his hands running up and down my thighs. With Razi 2 holding my arms… how many Razis where there? How many hands? My eyes flew open and looked down, only to see blue wisps floating around us, gently bumping into our bodies, like soap bubbles, leaving a slightly cool sensation behind. Except for on my clit.

“Holy shit…” I groaned and bucked my hips lightly, felt the laughter rumble through Razi’s chest behind me.

“So impatient… how about we edge you once for every bad joke you made today?” He leaned in and nibbled at my neck and I felt like melting again.

“So none?” I tried to sass back. “I worked hard – oh my gosh – worked hard on those jokes… you think… holy!… you think they just – oh! – just came to my mind like that…?” I had no idea how many jokes I had cracked, but it were definitely too many when this was the punishment.

The blue floating lights dimmed and the pressure on my clit eased off. I sighed in relief, hoping they would finally give in and fuck me already.

“Fourteen times, I’d say,” Razi 1 announced and pulled my hips closer, right into his lap so that his hard cock lid through my wet folds, bumped against my clit and sent sparks, not of the blue but of the almost electric kind, through me.

“Oh, come on!” I was desperate, could only think about them fucking me into oblivion but no! My immortal Djinn boyfriend decided to hold a grudge. Both of them!

“Nope. No coming at all for a while. So be a good girl and stop complaining now.” He was perfectly still, didn’t give me any stimulation at all.

“Hey, what happened to ‘Your wish is my command’?!”

“Okay, fifteen times.” Razi grinned but I felt like crying. Did he really want to edge me fifteen times? I could never survive that.

“Razi!” I struggled between them, needed friction, anything to get me off. Anything.

“Or…” Razi 2 began and I stopped struggling to listen to his suggestion.

“Or we could spank you. Fifteen times.”

I groaned again, spanking not exactly my favorite but right now it sounded good to me. Better than not being allowed to come fifteen times.

“Or…” Razi 1 spoke up again, “or we could make you come. Fifteen times. You think you can take that much?” His hands on my hips kept me firmly in place so I couldn’t even grind down on his cock.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! That! I go with that option!” I was so frantic already, maybe I would be embarrassed about my eagerness, but right now I didn’t care. All I wanted was a hard cock in my pussy and optional another one somewhere else.

“You know you got to earn it, right? After being such a brat all day?”

“Yes, yes, let me earn it! But god dammit, let me move!”

The Razi behind me suddenly let go of my arms so that I almost toppled over, but the one in front of me caught me in time.

“Fine. Go on and earn it.”

I instantly grabbed his face and kissed him, messy and desperately, raised my hips and grabbed his cock with one had to steady it, positioned us and sank down on him. With my eyes closed and my lips parted I reveled in the feeling of him stretching me, filling me up until I couldn’t take a single inch more.

Razi 2 stepped next to us, leaned down to kiss me and snapped me out of my blissful state for a second. I rested one hand on the chest of the Razi under me and wrapped the other one around the other Razi’s cock.

Slowly we all started to move, I raised and lowered my hips, Razi 1 bucked up into me, his hands on my hips, guiding me.

Razi 2 cupped my chin and gazed at me, stepped even closer when I parted my lips for him, darted out my tongue to taste him. I opened my mouth wider, let him push his cock slowly inside until he hit the back of my throat. My hand, still loosely wrapped around the base of his cock, prevented him from pushing in too deep.

I kept riding Razi 1, let Razi 2 rock his hips while I tried to keep my head still. It was messy, it was hot, groans and grunts and the creaking of the decrepit couch the only sounds, every now and then traces of blue magic sizzled through the air.

My moans and gasps were muffled by Razi 2’s cock, but still loud enough to let them know just how close exactly I was. Very close.

When warmth and pressure bloomed around my clit I knew that they were using magic again, and to be honest, the moment pleasure exploded inside of me, washed over my body and almost drowned me was pure magic, too.

I panted when Razi 2 pulled his cock out of my mouth to give me a moment to catch my breath, but I was eager to get them off, too.  I rode Razi 1 harder now, raked my nails over his chest and threw the other Razi a challenging look.

“How much can your magic do? You think you can mojo me nice and ready for a second cock?” They both groaned at that suggestion, sounded like dolby surround. More blue sparks filled the air and when Razi 2 moved behind me, guided his cock to my other hole, he could push right in, slowly but without pain.

I groaned at the fullness, babbled incoherent pleas and praises when we slowly found a rhythm, surrounded by Razi, hands, lips and cocks driving me crazy. This whole Djinn thing was getting better and better.

When I felt a touch on my clit, this time a real finger and not some magical spark, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Filled like that, after all the teasing and touching, the kissing and licking, I felt like bursting, the tension in my belly too much to take any longer. My fingers dug into Razi’s shoulders, his hands were on my waist, the other Razi’s hand on my hip while his free hand rubbed my clit.

This orgasm was slower, deeper. My toes curled, my body tensed but I tried to keep the rhythm up, wanted to ride it out for as long as possible.  My skin tingled, I shuddered and jerked between then, unable to think, to speak, only able feel the pleasure and relief curse through me.

When my body clenched and unclenched around them they both groaned. Maybe they were somehow connected after all, they both came within only a few seconds.

Once we all caught our breath, sweat slowly cooling off on our bodies, we scrambled off each other and plopped down on the couch. I closed my eyes, reveled in the afterglow, my head resting in the lap of Razi 1 and my feet in the lap of the other one.

“Are you going to pass out from exhaust-djinn?”

I opened my eyes again, saw the teasing grin on both their faces.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I grumbled and closed my eyes again. “Besides, you still owe me thirteen orgasms. So… how many copies of yourself can you conjure?”