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“Hey, Molls, Stormy's in the back is looking for you.”

Mollymauk tilted his head with a hum and put a hand on one hip. The brawny, hairy man talking just shrugged.

“Hey, I'm just the messenger,” he said. “He was looking for you yesterday, too. Guess he sees something in you.”

“Who doesn't? Thanks, Bluud” Molly said with a wink and a laugh.

He knocked back a shot, picked up a tray just in case, then traipsed off towards the back of the club where Stormy Blonde usually sat with Broody Ginger, who appeared absent. Molly wasn't sure whether he should feel safer or less safe. Rumor was the duo could be traffickers, and, while Molly had never seen anything to support this claim, he'd also never seen anything to refute it. Still, the man with midnight skin and platinum hair glanced up and stood as Molly approached.

“Kingsley,” he said with a bow of his head, “thank you for taking a moment to entertain me.”

Molly curtsied back at his stage name.

“Of course,” he said. “Not everyday people ask for me, let alone those watching from the back of the room.”

The man chuckled breathily, adding, “And might I say, you're even more lovely up close.”

“Aw, you flatter me! Why?”

The man sat again and gestured across the table.

“If you have a moment…”

Molly glanced around the club. The early time meant it was still mostly empty, so making eye contact with Bluud was easy enough. He waved, and Bluud nodded. Molly sat down across from the dark blonde, who laced his fingers together.

“My husband and I rather enjoy your dances,” he said in his slanted foreign accent. “Would you be available, perhaps, for a private performance next week?”

“Sorry, your… husband?”

The man smiled and nodded.

“We're married, not prudes. And his birthday is next week. I thought a private dance might be a good gift.”

“Er, how… how ‘private’ were you wanting?” Molly asked, neck heating rapidly from the weirdness. “Would it be just us, or did you want to watch? Is that a kink of yours?”

“I suppose it is a kink,” the man admitted. “Caleb enjoys being teased, and I like seeing him all hot and bothered.”

Caleb . Finally, a name to go with one of the mysterious men, even if it was likely fake. Molly nodded.

“So you want me to work him up and let you finish him.”

“That's an option,” the man said, his sparkling silver eyes fixed firmly on Molly. “We'd happily take more, though, if you're interested.”

Molly gulped. It wasn't that he was averse, per se, but he liked his job. No one touched him without permission, not unless they wanted Blud's hands on them. He'd only done call work twice and didn't miss it one bit.

Yet… the man was handsome. Clean-shaven, bleached blonde hair in a gentle undercut, and deep mahogany skin that looked soft over sharp, angular bones. A very, very pretty man. And even at a distance, his husband Caleb - there was something to unwrap later - also looked absolutely gorgeous. Long red hair pulled back in a messy bun, thick glasses over his blue eyes, stark freckles on pale as ash skin… He always seemed half put-together compared to his darker husband, but they matched regardless.

“It's all the same if you don't want to,” the man said, waving a graceful hand. “I'm perfectly happy watching him teased to the edge.”

“You wouldn't want to join in, Mr….?”

“Essek Thelyss. And, no, thank you,” he chuckled softly. “I'm not one for casual entanglements. I leave that to my dear spark.”

Caleb and Essek Thelyss. Caleb was common enough to be made up, but Essek… didn't sound like a pseudonym. It should be easy enough to look up and verify.

“I'll think about it,” Molly told him.

Essek nodded and reached into his jacket. He produced a small card that he handed to Molly.

“When you decide, send me an email,” he said calmly. “We can discuss things further at that point. I have my email open most of the time in case a student needs me.”

“Student?” repeated Molly, brow rising.

Essek gestured to the card, saying, “Caleb and I teach at Starpoint University. We’re scientists. Well, he’s a scientist. I am simply an over-educated mathematician.”

He snickered, and Molly smiled back.

“Is self-deprecating humor your style?”

“For both of us, yes. Caleb will usually respond that he’s but a criminal with access to a lab.” Essek suddenly frowned and added, “I just realized I could say the same, honestly.”

“Very reassuring for someone you’d like alone in your company,” huffed Molly.

“Oh, I’m certain he’s joking, and I’m only wanted for treason. I defected after realizing I was on the wrong side of a ridiculous war. I’m sure you understand.”

Molly nodded. He did understand. He could even guess, based on Essek’s accent, which war he referenced: the same one Mollymauk had fled Shadycreek to avoid joining.

And he told Essek as much, saying, “I was drafted for the Ash-Light. I came here to get out of it.”

“How strange,” said Essek, leaning on his hand. “I’m Kryn, and Caleb is Dwendalian. Funny, how you lived on the border between us.”

Mollymauk hummed, examining the business card, then Essek’s face. Molly considered himself good at reading people. He was the first to realize that Ashton wasn’t a people-person, that Jester had a crush on one of the regular patrons, that two of their bouncers were hooking up behind the bar when it closed.

Essek, though, showed nothing but patience and a hint of curiosity. The card said he had a PhD in physics, so perhaps curiosity was part of who he was. Science was basically centered around learning how and why things work, after all. Molly could relate to that. He, too, had an insatiable curiosity for what made people tick, why they did what they did. Like why Dr. Thelyss would leave his home to marry an ‘enemy’ and share his knowledge with foreigners.

There was a story there, and Molly just had to read it.

“Is that too tight?”

Molly shook his head, flexing to show Essek that he could move, albeit not very far. Even if the scarf were too tight around his wrists, it was damned soft. He admitted to himself he was glad to agree to this, even if only after telling Essek everyone knew he was at the doctor’s house and would call authorities if they didn’t hear from him by midnight. Essek had chuckled and assured him he was free to go at any time he liked by using his safeword.

Now, though, Essek ignored the plethora of thin scars on his body and instead traced one of Molly’s feather tattoos with a finger until it reached a dark purple ribbon that he followed to Molly’s chest where he’d tied it into an elaborate bow.

“You’re so pretty like this, Mr. Tealeaf,” he breathed.

“I thought you weren’t one for casual attraction, Doctor.”

“I’m not,” he assured Molly firmly, “but I can appreciate beautiful things when I see them. And you, Molly, are very beautiful.”

Molly could only imagine. Between the wide ribbon binding his upper arms to his bare torso and the scarf wound around the headboard and pulling each wrist out, he felt both like a gift waiting to be opened and one already unwrapped and eager to be played with. Essek’s gentle touches weren’t calming his anticipation any, either. His tight jeans made sure Essek was aware, too, when the doctor scanned his body with his eyes. He chuckled again and kissed Molly’s forehead, fingers carding through his hair like a hug. Molly whined at the simple act.

“He’ll be here soon. Promise,” he whispered. “He said he canc-.”

“Liebling! I’m home!”

Essek pulled away and smiled brightly, pressing a silencing finger to his lips. Molly nodded, and the dark man stood and left the room. Molly relaxed to the best of his ability and waited, listening for the couple to return. Soon enough, he could hear their gentle chatter.

“-for you.”

“What have you cooked up this time, Starlight?”

“You’ll love it, Spark. It’s pretty as you are.”

“A toad is prettier than me, lieb-.”

The door opened, and Molly heard Caleb’s breath hitch. He couldn’t help but smile, once again imagining himself tied down, covered in ribbon, one leg up to hide his erection and the other stretched out along the mattress. Judging by the way the ginger licked his lips, he must have been quite a vision.

Essek stepped up behind the much taller Caleb, kissed his jaw, and pulled his jacket off reverently.

“Now you see how you look to me,” he whispered warmly, “all tied down and longing.”

Caleb shivered. What freckles weren’t covered by his well-trimmed beard and mustache disappeared against a dark blush. 

“You’re Kingsley,” he panted, loosening his tie.

“Mollymauk. But you can call me Molly, if you want.”

“Molly… Scheisse, you’re beautiful, Molly. Essek-.”

“He’s all yours, dear. I would like to watch, if-.”

“Of course, liebling. Of course.” He grabbed Essek’s face and kissed him deeply, pulling away to say, “You are… so good to me, too good to me. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, dear, but our guest is turning blue.”

“Oh, yes, please,” Molly chimed in, nearly whining as well. “The doctor got me so wound up while we waited for you, Professor Widowgast.”

“Scheisse.”

“The safeword is ‘principal,’” Essek added.

Caleb’s hands instantly went to his belt, and Essek sat down next to Molly to watch him strip. Caleb wasted no time, pulling his underwear down with his slacks to reveal a rather large cock that made Molly swallow hard upon seeing. Essek laughed and rubbed a lock of Molly’s hair between his fingers.

“Astonishing, isn’t it?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” Molly gasped, wishing he could touch himself.

Caleb laughed, too, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He approached the bed in nothing but argyle socks and knelt between Molly’s legs. Molly gasped when he kissed the clothed inside of his knee, and his hips jolted upward.

“If I’d known such a pretty thing was waiting for me,” Caleb said, “I’d have canceled my classes altogether.”

He palmed Molly’s crotch, eyes fluttering at the desperate moan the stripper let out. He lifted his hips to press against the hand only for it to move to his ass, the other hand quickly joining it. Molly dug his toes into the bedding as Caleb kissed his navel. Essek tucked a hand behind Molly’s head and lifted it.

“Oh, you need to watch this,” he told Molly. “He’s very good at this.”

Caleb laughed into Molly’s abs, and Molly forced his eyes open. He met Caleb’s sparkling blues as the professor licked at the flap of his jeans. Then he bit the edge to pop the button free, pulled the zipper into his teeth, and dragged it open.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Molly whimpered.

“Isn’t it?” laughed Essek, lowering Molly’s head again and stroking his dyed hair. “Caleb can do the most amazing things with his tongue.”

Molly moaned again as Caleb pulled his pants off. Essek’s hands vanished at the same time, replaced with the sound of a drawer opening, plastic crinkling, and the drawer shutting again.

“Danke.”

“Of course.”

“Essek…,” Molly whimpered.

“Oh, lovely, I’m here,” Essek said, hands returning to Molly’s scalp. “Is this good for you?”

“‘S nice,” Molly said as he leaned into Essek’s fingers.

Molly gasped as his dick felt suddenly warm. He looked down to see Caleb pull back just enough to let his hand take over applying a condom where his lips had stopped. He sucked hard on Molly’s tip then swirled his tongue around it. He looked up at Molly again.

“How many do you want?” he asked.

Molly stammered, “I, uh- fuck. Two? I need to get off, but I want you to get your money’s worth.”

“Money?”

“Figure of speech, my dear,” Essek intercepted quickly.

“Y-yeah. Oh, god, please! Please, Caleb…”

The ginger licked the underside of his dick and kissed the tip. Then he wrapped his lips around Molly's head and started bobbing slowly.

“Fuck! Ah, Essek… are you sure,” Molly gasped weakly, “it's his birthday, not mine?”

The doctor chuckled again and pressed a hand over Molly’s mouth.

“Hush, darling,” he sighed. “Caleb wouldn’t be so talented at this if he didn’t enjoy it, would you, Spark?”

Caleb moaned around Molly's cock, and the vibration pushed a muffled scream into Essek’s hand.

“Doing alright, Molly?” he asked, tracing Molly’s lip with his thumb.

Molly nodded and gasped, “Gon-gonna… come…”

“What do you think, Caleb?”

Caleb audibly popped off Molly's dick and stroked it. His face, though dipped lower.

“I am not stopping him,” he said simply.

Then he teased Molly's sack with his teeth, and Molly bucked. Essek's thumb moved from his lip to pin his tongue down as Molly moaned and warbled incoherently. Caleb moved again and sucked on the skin behind Molly's balls. Again, Molly bucked into his hand as his vision cut to white, Essek’s hand quickly moving to cover his mouth and stifle another scream. His other hand pet Molly’s sweat-damp hair.

“Are you quite enjoying yourself, Spark?”

Molly glanced down to see Caleb sucking a hickey into his thigh. His hand slid up Molly’s spent cock, removing the condom as Molly hissed.

“Oh, I am enjoying this greatly, Starlight. But I suspect you have ideas, ja?” the professor chuckled.

“Ja,” Essek mimicked. “I want a turn with my birthday boy. Molly?”

“Fuck, he’s your husband,” laughed Molly. “I’m just here for the night.”

Caleb cupped his cheek and forced him to meet his cold blue eyes.

“We still want you to enjoy this, though,” he cooed.

“Are you interested in watching, or do you prefer to be watched?”

“Dunno. I usually end up involved,” admitted Molly. “I think… as long as you’re touching me, I think I can watch…”

Caleb and Essek shared a look, communicating silently the way friends and lovers do. Caleb smiled,  pulled his hair tied out, and twisted to lie crosswise to Molly. Meanwhile, Essek slid down the restrained body and manipulated Molly’s legs so each of his feet pressed down one of Caleb’s wrists.

“Keep him still for me, lovely,” Essek commanded.

The playful gleam in the doctor’s steel eyes made Molly’s breath hitch, and he nodded. Caleb moaned, too, possibly at the pressure when Molly pushed down, though it could also have been from Essek slipping between his legs. Essek pulled some lube from his shirt pocket, popped it open, and slicked his hand.

“Have you been good this week, little one?” he asked cooly.

“J-ja. I did all my work, Dr. Essek.”

“Have you stopped daydreaming in class?”

Caleb squirmed, and Molly raised his hips to keep the ginger pinned.

“You know I haven’t, lehrer. No one’s that good,” whined Caleb.

His whimpers vanished with Essek’s fingers, turning into a wet moan. Molly’s breath caught again as Essek laid his free hand on Molly’s knee to lord over his husband.

“How is it,” he said so quietly that it was barely audible, “that all my students can focus on my lectures without thinking of my bed but you?”

Oh, this was roleplay, Molly realized suddenly. Caleb was playing a student, subordinate to Essek instead of his equal.

“Hot,” he sighed.

Essek’s movements stuttered. Caleb wrapped his legs around his waist with a gentle smile.

“I just need more attention, lehrer,” he said. “All that you can spare.”

Essek turned his eyes back to Caleb, his short quiff of blonde hair falling over his face, destroying his polished image. Molly bit the inside of his cheek to keep from distracting the man again.

This was a gift. He was only here to observe.

“Oh, I know you do,” whispered Essek hungrily. “And you are so fortunate that I can make time for you, aren’t you?”

“Ja, ja. I am so lucky you see something in me.”

“It’s potential, Spark. I see your potential.”

Caleb arched with a gasp. Essek’s hand drifted off Molly’s knee to stroke his partner. Molly watched greedily as he rolled Caleb’s foreskin down to reveal a red tip before it vanished behind his hand again.

“Now, let’s see how your focus is today, hm?”

Caleb squeaked and started muttering under his breath, reciting something Molly didn't know. Molly was too focused on his cock, anyway, watching the tip appear then disappear behind Essek's dark hand over and over and over…

Caleb panted, barely able to form words, “Zirconium… niobium… Mo-Molly…”

Essek chuckled, “Molybdenum, dear. It seems I'm not the only one who can distract you, hm?”

“Essek…”

“I'm not stopping you.”

Caleb's body tensed instantly as he came on himself and Essek's ebony hand. Molly shivered at the sight, though maybe also a bit at the cold. He was naked, after all, with no one touching him. Essek leaned down over his husband to kiss him lewdly, his painted hand stroking Caleb's hair and cheek.

“Well done, my dear,” Essek whispered. “I have one more idea, but I think you both need a break first, yes?”

“Ja.”

“Please,” Molly agreed. “Could someone…?”

“Untie our guest and clean off,” Essek told Caleb. “I'll get drinks and snacks.”

Essek rose and left the room with such grace, he appeared to be gliding. Meanwhile, Caleb sat up and shuffled to sit next to Molly. Just like Essek had earlier, he traced the ribbons with unsure fingers.

And, unlike Essek, he frowned.

“Where did you get these?” He asked, running a thumb over one of a thousand little scars.

“Clumsy, is all,” Molly said.

Apparently, not convincingly, because Caleb's frown only deepened. He moved to Molly's wrists and untied the scarf.

He didn't mention the scars there.

Molly moved to yank off the ribbons, but Caleb caught his hands. He peppered gentle kisses along the longer, deeper cuts at his wrists, then pressed them down to his stomach, folded over each other in an attempt to make Molly hug himself or something. Then he pulled gently on the ribbons, unwrapping Molly like a gift.

The razor-thin lines along Caleb's arms were hard to see against his pale skin.

“Your husband likes broken things, doesn't he?” Asked Molly.

Caleb grinned weakly, whispering back, “He takes a shine to them. He… struggles sometimes. With guilt. We help each other through it.”

“Ah.”

“Yours are… newer. A few weeks at most?”

“I'm trying to quit.”

“It's hard.”

“So hard.”

Caleb cupped Molly's jaw and leaned in to press their lips together. Well, less of a press than a brush, but Molly took care of that. He cupped the back of Caleb's neck, threading his fingers through the soft strands of fire that cascaded down his back and stopped between his shoulder blades, and pulled him closer. He probably shouldn’t have, but Molly was less a person and more a long string of bad decisions in a roughly human-shaped body.

And Caleb’s lips were so soft where they weren’t chapped.

“Not fair.”

Caleb pulled away, and Molly followed his gaze to the smirking blonde in the doorway. A tray in his hands carried glasses of water and a plate of crackers with some kind of cream on them.

“Where are my kisses?” he asked.

Caleb chuckled and slid off the bed. Molly sat up, hands on the mattress, and watched Caleb cup Essek's chin and lean down for a tender kiss. Then he picked up a glass.

“Right here,” he said, “whenever you ask, Starlight.”

Essek smiled, his adoration pouring out over Caleb as they just stared at each other. Then Caleb sipped his water, and Essek turned to Molly. He held out the tray.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

Desperate , Molly’s brain supplied. He pushed that down, though and took a glass from Essek, thanking him.

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Molly?” the doctor asked.

Molly choked on his mouthful of water.

“W-what?” he sputtered.

Essek turned to Caleb, who shook his head.

“It’s fine,” the ginger said softly. “You can say no, Molly, but… this has been fun. Nice.”

“I know we didn’t really talk about it,” Essek breathed. “I just… assumed you would.”

Caleb pressed another kiss to Essek’s temple and wrapped an arm around him.

Then he said to Molly, “Essek is shy. I think he is asking to get to know you better, ja?”

“Yes.”

“You are very attractive, Molly. This is one of Essek’s… little quirks. He is not comfortable having sex with someone he does not know well.”

Essek flinched and said, “My stomach turns thinking about it.”

“I think,” Molly said slowly, “we should talk over dinner. I mean, I haven’t got plans. I… I can stay a while.”

Caleb practically beamed at Molly, and Essek immediately smiled. He picked up a cracker and shoved it to his husband's mouth.

“Eat. You, too, Molly,” he said, finally gliding closer to the bed. “You're rail thin.”

“Good for tips,” argued Molly before opening his mouth.

Essek raised a brow.

“Are you expecting me to feed you?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Caleb laughed, but Essek huffed and placed a cracker on Molly's tongue. Nothing special on its own; the cheese spread had a good flavor, and Molly made a show of his enjoyment, moaning and licking his lips.

“You said you had an idea, liebling?”

“I also said you should clean off,” Essek said darkly, feeding Molly another cracker. “You have jizz in your hair, Spark.”

Molly snorted at the crass word that so nonchalantly rolled from Essek's mouth. Caleb only grumbled and wandered out of the room.

“What is your idea, anyway?” Molly asked between crackers.

Essek hadn't blushed, not noticeably at least, until then. The apples of his cheeks suddenly turned nearly purple as he smiled deviously.

“I believe the term I read was ‘spitroast.’”

Molly burst out laughing.

“Oh, you are a dirty man under all that posh getup, aren't you?”

“I'm prepared,” corrected Essek. “And when Caleb realized I was interested in meeting you, he… encouraged that interest.”

“This… wasn't all his idea?” Molly asked, mildly surprised.

“Watching dancers? Yes, that was all Caleb. Being drawn in by the pretty boy with the purple hair simply happened. You enticed us both, Mollymauk. But Caleb was quiet until I spoke up. Now, whether that was because of my sexuality or his… prior experience, I don't know. He insisted I take the reins, though, and I do not want to disappoint him.”

“Ah. And what is his ‘prior experience,’ then?”

“I am polyamorous bisexual.”

Molly and Essek both whipped their heads towards the doorway where Caleb dried his hair with a towel. The white stripes on his chest had been washed away. He cast aside the towel to show it washed and messy, too.

“I spent time in a triad in college,” he explained as he stretched. “Strong man. Very pretty girl. Things got… complicated. Fell apart.”

He sat on Molly's other side and continued.

“I left my country after that. Met my dear Starlight teaching. Stayed loyal and content for years. Then he tells me about this kink of his, that he wants to watch someone get a rise out of me as foreplay. I explained my previous relationship, how I would inevitably bond with someone like that. We started going to shows, dances, clubs. Essek would pick out who he was interested in romantically. I would tell him if I found them attractive. You stuck with us both.”

“Romantically? Me?” Molly half-shrieked.

“You're very interesting, darling,” Essek said. “Your marks, your moves, your hair… I do so love purple, and it looks so very good on you…”

Essek cupped Molly's cheek and drew him closer. Silver eyes tinted with affection made Molly melt into his lips as they shared a gentle kiss. Essek pulled away to kiss Molly's ear and whisper into it.

“He's had my hand. You've had his mouth. Care to switch?”

Molly shivered with lust.

“It would be an honor,” he said.

“Spark, would you like to be on your back for this,” Essek asked, “or your knees?”

“Oh, my knees aren't what they used to be, Starlight…”

“Lie down then.”

Caleb silently obeyed and sprawled across the bed naked. Molly's eyes traced the lean curve of his body. Then Essek stood up, and both boys eyes locked on him. He moved slowly, taunting them, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Molly's heart fluttered in a mixture of infatuation and jealousy at the fluidity of his movements.

“What about you, darling Molly?” he asked as he pulled his belt from its loops. “Kneeling or standing?”

“Fuck, I'm just happy to be here,” said Molly.

“What are you two plotting, hmm?” Caleb piped in.

Essek hummed thoughtfully as he rounded the bed. He placed his hands on either side of Caleb's face, bracketing the ginger’s head against the mattress. Molly heard Caleb gulp as though he suddenly realized the position he was in.

“I think I'd like to stand,” Esssek purred. “The height is perfect, don't you agree?”

Caleb sputtered out a litany of words Molly didn't recognize, but they made Essek laugh. Caleb adjusted himself quickly so his head hung just over the edge of the bed, legs open and inviting in front of Molly. Essek petted his hair and glanced at Molly.

“He's always wanted to be in the middle, he says. Astrid always took the middle,” he translated.

Astrid. Another name to file away for later. Molly nodded, though, and settled between Caleb's knees.

“Lube? And condom, I'd assume?” Molly stammered.

Essek muttered under his breath and twisted to open a drawer in the side table. He tossed the requested items quickly to Molly.

“Hopefully, I got him open enough. Go slowly, just in case,” said Essek.

“Nien,” Caleb said. “I can take it.”

Molly lubed up as Essek shimmied out of his nice slacks. His dick wasn't as thick as Caleb's, but it was longer. Much nicer than Molly's, which seemed the middle ground in both regards. On top of that, Essek, unlike either of the Dwendalian men, was circumcised. Caleb moaned and tried to lick away the bead of precum on it, but Essek held him down.

“Now, now, Spark, let's get Molly settled first. I can't have you choking on me,” chuckled Essek.

Well, Mollymauk Tealeaf didn't need to be told twice. He pulled one of Caleb's legs up over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. Heat rolled off his pale skin, warming Molly's soul as he lined up with Caleb's entrance.

Then he pressed in.

Caleb moaned loudly as Molly slid into place.

“Schiesse! Molly…”

“You're so warm, Caleb,” Molly sighed.

“Delightful, isn't it?” Essek cooed.

Both men answered the affirmative. Essek chuckled again and pat Caleb's cheek.

“Open, darling.”

With a whine, Caleb obeyed, letting Essek slide his long dick into his mouth. Caleb reached up to cup Essek's ass and pull him closer. Molly watched, enraptured, as Caleb's throat flexed and relaxed several times. For his part, Essek seemed completely blissed out of his mind from the blowjob. Soft gasps and gentle sighs poured from his thin lips. Then Caleb tapped his hip, and Essek pulled out.

“What's wrong?”

“Molly,” Caleb said hoarsely.

Essek frowned and turned his attention to the man between Caleb's legs.

“Did you want to stop?” He asked.

Molly shook his head, blinked hard, and forced a smile to his lips. It was Caleb's birthday, and he wanted this. Essek paid for this. They shouldn't have to pay for his body's sudden betrayal. Besides, Molly was a performer.

He could fake this for a few more minutes.

Well, he could have. But the couple stared at him with such genuine concern that his facade crumbled, and he covered his face.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just… I should have told you before. My gender can… shift. Without warning. I- Don't worry. I can ignore it.”

“What would help?”

“Do you wish to change positions?”

The two spoke on top of each other, really, both immediately concerned about him. Molly's stomach tightened. He peeked through his fingers. They were still there, still worried, just less. He looked down again. Caleb was pretty hard…

“Can I ride you?” Molly asked softly.

“Would that work for you?” Essek asked as Caleb nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. My femme side loves getting pounded.”

“Condom,” Caleb said, tapping Essek's hip again.

Essek nodded and reached for the box on the side table. He handed Molly another condom. He watched, enraptured, as Molly opened and unrolled the latex over Caleb's cock. Caleb whined at the contact, hips jumping into Molly's touch. Molly wet his hand with lube again and reached back to open himself.

“Look how pretty our girl is,” he heard Caleb whisper.

Molly whimpered.

“See, dear, I knew she'd be perfect,” Essek purred back. “Do you really think that other one - what was his name? - would want to be such a lovely lady for us?”

“Gem? They wore skirts sometimes.”

Molly whined and said, “A- Gem is nonbinary, too. But… they're aromantic.”

Both professors let out an “Aaah” of understanding.

“Ja, that would have ended poorly.”

“Did they quit?” asked Essek. “We haven't seen them lately.”

“Neither have we,” Molly admitted. “The madam had to fire them.”

“A shame.”

Molly smirked and removed his hand.

“You really do have a thing for purple hair, hm?” he asked.

Essek smiled blissfully back, saying, “Oh, I really do. But yours is longer. Easier to pull. May I?”

Molly shivered as he lined himself up with Caleb's dick. Then he leaned over him to be closer to Essek.

“Anytime,” he breathed.

Molly sank onto Caleb in one smooth, spine-tingling motion. He gasped at the satisfying pressure, and Essek took advantage of the moment. He cupped Molly's head, twisting fingers into his hair, and pulled him in for another kiss, rougher and longer than the last. Molly happily submitted to the affection, to the tugging of his hair, to the gentle movement of Caleb's hips against his. A hand settled on his hip. With a quick glance, Molly ascertained it to be Caleb's, his other hand still on Essek's thigh. He also noted Essek's hand on Caleb's chest, rubbing a nipple to alertness. His own hands rested motionless on Caleb's stomach.

Well, that just wouldn't do.

Molly curled one hand to scratch gently at the pale flesh of Caleb's stomach as he started rocking back on him. The other rose to Essek's shoulder, where his nails dug sharply into the doctor's back. Essek moaned loudly into his mouth and let their kiss grow sloppy. Molly greeted Essek's tongue with his own. A sudden tug at his hair pulled Molly's head back. Essek instantly scraped his teeth along the exposed throat and pulled a meek whimper from Molly's abandoned lips.

“Still enjoying yourself, Spark?” Essek asked, teasing Molly's neck.

Caleb moaned around Essek's cock. Then his hand moved to Molly's.

“Ah-ah!” Molly gasped, setting it away. “Please don't.”

“Caleb, you really should know better than to touch a lady's cock, now,” Essek scolded with a giggle. He forced Molly to meet his eye and asked, “Any other boundaries we need to know for your -what was it? - your femme side?”

With another high-pitched whine, Molly fell into Essek's chest.

“I like my hair pulled more in this state,” he explained. “And… and I like being called miss and lady and girl, but I still use he/him.”

“Apologies, darling.”

“Thank you. But, yeah. Just… try to avoid my prick. I'll still come. I have a very sensitive arse.”

Caleb, who didn't seem at all distracted, must have been listening very carefully, because he shifted to ghost a finger along the curve of said ass, making Molly gasp and tighten around him. Essek also moaned and backed away again.

“Gonna come,” rasped Caleb.

“Me, too, dear. Molly?”

“Not yet.”

“Is it okay if we finish, darling? We’ll take care of you afterwards,” Essek whispered so, so sweetly.

“Promise?”

“Of course, Moonbeam,” Caleb piped in. “We would never leave you to your own devices.”

Essek combed Molly's sweat-slick hair with his fingers and smiled that adoring smile at him. His heart felt at once too small and too big. Once again he fell into Essek’s chest.

“You two are…,” he breathed, “just something else.”

He took one of Essek's hands and pressed it to his own chest, mouthing at Essek's neck as he resumed riding Caleb. Essek gasped softly and took Molly's cue to tweak and roll his nipple. Molly nearly purred into his neck as Essek pressed him closer. Beneath them, Caleb whimpered and moaned, the noises turning high and needy as their little triangle continued fucking.

Essek snapped first, which made sense. He was the only one who hadn’t come to that point. His beautifully trimmed nails dug into the back of Molly’s neck as he grunted and twitched. Essek kissed Molly’s ear and pulled away gently, sliding out of Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb nearly sat up as he unraveled immediately as well, pumping hard into Molly. Just like Essek, he scraped his nails down Molly’s skin. His hands stopped right above the cleft of Molly's backside. Then, just like Essek, he pressed the barest brush of a kiss into Molly’s sternum and murmured sweetly in a language Molly didn’t know. Essek, meanwhile, slipped behind Molly and started playing with his hair again, making him moan at the gentle massage.

“Got him, Starlight?” Caleb asked, cleaning himself off quickly.

“Yes, dear,” Essek hummed. “What do you like, Miss Molly? How should my sweet Caleb and I ravish you?”

“Fuck,” Molly said with a shiver.

Molly encircled one of Essek’s thin wrists with a hand and freed it from his hair, prompting it instead to his neglected nipple. Wordlessly, Essek started pinching and rolling it.

“Shall Caleb get the other?”

“Please.”

The ginger settled between his legs again with a grin.

“My pleasure, schatz.”

Then he leaned in and mimicked Essek’s movements with his teeth. Molly’s eyes rolled in ecstasy at the attention, head lolling back onto Essek’s shoulder.

“Anything else?” asked Essek.

Molly hooked a leg around Caleb and panted, “Fa- fingers.”

Caleb moaned and licked his nipple. Although he couldn’t see it, Molly could feel Caleb’s hand slide under him and stroke his hole. Molly gasped and sighed at the myriad of sensations the two professors lavished on him.

“If this is what heaven’s like,” Molly panted once Caleb pushed into his ass, “I might have to clean up my act.”

“Oh, you think we’re better?” asked Essek.

“We try,” Caleb muttered into Molly’s chest. “On occasion, we even manage it.”

Essek reached around to cup the ginger’s cheek.

“One step at a time, yes?” he asked.

“Then the next and next,” Caleb replied. “Care to join us, Molly?”

Molly nearly screamed as Caleb brushed his prostate.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, yes, anything,” Molly whined. “I wanna stay. Please, I wanna stay… Fuck!”

Caleb pressed again, and every muscle in Molly’s body tightened, then snapped. His chest heaved as he fell into Caleb’s shoulder. Delicate hands stroked his back before guiding him into soft bedding once more. Through the exhaustion, he heard the couple continue talking.

“Can we keep him, liebling?”

“As long as he likes, my dear. I need to start dinner. Do you need rest?”

The rest was lost on Molly as sleep took him in her arms.