"Don't ask me," Odilia said with a wobbly laugh. "I swear it made sense at the time, but hell if I know why. Can I have another kiss?"
Leonine obliged, dragging her in close and taking her mouth with the same feverish hunger he'd felt in their every encounter. He'd missed them so much. Everard treating him like he weighed nothing, Odilia soft and full in his arms, her breasts pressed to his chest in tantalizing tease and promise. Every deep groan and soft whimper, the gasps and breathy pleas.
Everard pressed up behind him, hands on his hips, mouth on his throat, sucking up a mark that Leonine would feel for days.
He swore when they withdrew abruptly. "No stopping. Why are you stopping? Don't do that."
"You're still recovering," Odilia said, "and you really need to eat. You won't recover your strength by us mauling you."
"No, I definitely want the mauling. Need the mauling," Leonine said. "After weeks of feeling—" like he would never be good enough for anyone to love him "—alone, believing that you hated me, I could really really do with a good mauling."
Everard rolled his eyes. "Stop calling it that, honestly you two."
Leonine laughed, a bit shaky but true. "Then get on with it."
"What are we, children?" Everard said with a sigh, even as he hauled Leonine in and cupped the back of his head. "It's called fucking, you can use that word, you're an adult. I should know, I've checked thoroughly."
That really set Leonine to laughing, even as Everard kissed him again, pulling him flush against that big, strong body, leaving Leonine feeling small and almost fragile, a rarity between his training and his magic.
When they parted, Leonine was panting. "I never thought I'd get to do this again."
"Neither did we," Everard said, smiling sourly. "Especially given we were the fools who threw you away."
"Well, you fetched me back, so it works out," Leonine said. Trust didn't rebuild in a moment, but… this was a good start, and he understood their thinking, even if it was massively stupid thinking. "Now fuck me."
"Lee, you're in no shape—"
"You don't get to argue with me!" Leonine said.
Everard rolled his eyes, but the fondness in them, the smile twitching at his lips, said victory belonged to Leonine. Good. After weeks of feeling alone and abandoned, he desperately wanted to feel part of something again, and tangled together in a sweaty mess with these two was the best way to do that.
"Keep him warmed up," Everard said, setting Leonine back on his feet. "I'm going to do something about the beds."
Odilia immediately wrapped around him, kissing him ardently, one hand twined through his hair, the other sliding down to get a grip on his ass. "Missed you, Lee. Can't wait to see Eve buried inside you."
Leonine groaned, that and a hundred other delightful memories and images filled his head. Sadly, he was in no shape to try most of them, and even with Everard pushing the beds together, there wasn't proper room for the rest of them. "We can just use the floor."
"Far too cold for that, and you're battered enough, you goose," Odilia said with a laugh. She dragged her tongue across the mark Everard had left on his throat, setting it to throbbing again. Then she pulled away just enough to get his pants undone before sinking to her knees in a way that immediately set him moaning. Chuckling, she took hold of his cock and licked the tip teasingly, then along the length, until he was gasping and struggling to hold still.
Only then did she swallow his cock, taking him deep into her mouth, the back of her throat, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a devastating expertise that never failed to leave Leonine feeling wrung out and well-used in the best possible way. "Odilia—" He spilled down her throat, the fastest he'd ever come, but unable to hold back after all the too much he'd been through the past few weeks.
He pulled gently out of her mouth, but before he could drag her back up to begin his own efforts at making her scream, he was grabbed from behind, spun, and all but thrown sideways across the two narrow beds that had been pushed together so that his head was against the wall, where Everard had moved the pillows.
Leonine had barely gotten himself righted and settled when Everard, naked and enormous, settled between his thighs. He bent and took Leonine's mouth, kissing him until he was panting and trembling, then set to work putting his mouth over what seemed to be every last bit of skin he could possibly reach.
Odilia climbed onto the bed and settled next to him, twisting open a small wooden jar he knew well, and not just because they used it often. He'd actually helped her make the contents before, on a rare day off. Eyes hot, she slicked her fingers and said, "Let's get you ready, hmm?"
"Oh, I'm ready," Leonine said on a groan as Everard's teeth sank into his hip, right in the spot that always made him shudder, his skin prickle as pure lust raced hot up his spine. His spent cock twitched, tried to rise to the occasion again.
Everard paused briefly in his efforts to kiss Odilia, and that was always his favorite sight, the way they kissed with a familiarity that only years of knowing each other in the most intimate ways could bring. He'd thought maybe someday he could be part of that with them… and then he'd lost it all… and now he wasn't sure he could quite believe it would happen again, but the little seed of hope was already growing.
Pulling away, Odilia nipped Everard's jaw and said, "Going to use that mouth on me when you're done with him?"
"Is there still breath in my body?"
Leonine moaned, thrusting restlessly, reaching for them. "Use my mouth."
"No, not this time," Odilia said, smile full of affection and mischief. "You're still healing. Don't worry though, darling knight, once you're properly healed up, I will avail myself. You know how much I enjoy sitting on your face."
He moaned again but forgot everything he wanted to say as her deft, slick fingers pushed inside him. He took two easily, her fingers long and slender. Only moments later, though, as he began to ride them, one of Everard's joined them. Leonine flailed helplessly for something to grip, hips jerking as he tried to get more right now, but he was prisoner to the pace they set, and their pace was excruciating. "More, damn it," he finally managed to gasp out, only to be met with a pair of smug, husky chuckles.
Odilia and Everard kissed again, then withdrew, and finally finally Everard was pushing inside him. Gods, he'd missed this: Everard stretching him wide, almost burning, filling him full. Odilia teasing, kissing, her skin flushed and glistening, mouth hungry and talented as she kissed him while Everard fucked him.
Too much. It was all delightfully too much, especially as Everard increased his pace, driving into him over and over, and Odilia's strong, but delicate hands wrapped around his cock, and everything sent him over the edge again, Odilia's mouth muffling his screams as he came apart in their arms.
When he could function again, it was to find himself sandwiched between them—just as it had always been, as though the past few weeks of misery where a nightmare. He tried to say something, maybe that he was simply happy to have them back, but sheer exhaustion caught up to him, and he fell asleep to the sound of them speaking quietly and someone stroking his hair.