Lyle and Draven (mature)

He was well aware of the dangers of playing with fire, having witnessed them firsthand from Fallan the night before. Perhaps the main reason he was so out of control was that he knew about healing magic. A pleasure and a brief pain that gave Davy the confidence to fight in a war.

Draven chuckled, desire welling up in his dark eyes. "I'll let you judge it yourself," he said with a quick glance at Lyle, then bowed his head and claimed Davy's enticing lips. As always, he was aggressive and completely devoured Davy's lips.

Davy opened his mouth, fighting and intertwining his tongue with Draven's. Wet lips landed on his shoulder and neck, softly nibbling them. The water added another layer of excitement to their burning passion as two pairs of hands traced his body. The sensation of water soaking their bodies sparked a new kind of excitement in his insides.

Sounds of sucking, wet lips, and even splashing water reverberate like a melody, arousing desire. Not long after, Davy's lips separated from Draven's as Lyle replaced his, softly tasting Davy's lips slowly.

Draven's lips then traveled along his jaw through his neck, and Davy arched his neck, allowing him full access to the man as he planted crimson spots. It added from the still visible Fallan's marks, Draven even nibbling these marks and sucking them.

His insides were intoxicated by the overwhelming emotion of being pleased by two men.

A moan escapes from his mouth, his mind was foggy. His face was flushed, his lips crimson from the sucking of two raging men. He panted, his chest heaving, the water surrounding him unable to relieve the heat he was experiencing. Draven's hand snaked inside his soaked dress, fondling both of his legs in a slow torturing manner, followed by a kiss on his lips.

"Draven... ah, fuck..." cursed Davy. Lyle began to misbehave as well. Hand stripping Dravy's dress for him, landing some hot kisses in the process. They made the decision to drive him insane together.

A burst of low laughter erupted, followed by a sexy moan. "You don't need these clothes when you're swimming," a teasing voice said as the sound of smacking lips continued. With gasps, panting, and water splashing, the atmosphere was far too erotic.

Davy was completely at the mercy of the two men. Deep arousal embraces them. Thin silver lines, shining and enticing, stretched from one mouth to another.

"What do you think, like our taste?" asked a teasing tone, the annoying voice sounding all too familiar to him. He looked up among the shortened breaths, he wanted to glare but didn't, as he knew his flushed cheeks would betray him in an instant.

"Shut up, asshole," Davy snarks back with a shaky breath.

They both laughed, but in different ways. Lyle then loosened his embrace while still tenderly stroking his waist. Leaning him against Draven's chest, which the man gladly accepted by tightly embracing him. Davy turned his head, not paying any attention to the hard object prodding at his stomach.

"He wanted to taste you," a whisper in his ear, anticipation, and arousal etched in his tone.

"Taste?" he asked, puzzled.

Davy gasped from a soft bite in his back. His eyes met Lyle's emerald eyes, which shone with a different luster. His flushed cheeks and dampened blonde hair, desire written on his pretty face. "Don't worry, I'm talented in that area," he said softly as if it were nothing at all.

Davy knitted his brows, still perplexed. What did he mean by that?

Draven then laughed, amused by his reaction. "Yes, Lyle... is too damn good with his mouth and tongue, I'm sure you'll like it," he licked his lips, the thing poking him hardened as before. Davy had to close his mouth as his lips parted, fucking lust and hormones at this point.

Even if Davy remains baffled, no one elaborated on him. Draven's grip loosened, and he was easily turned, his back now facing Draven's chest. The water aids in their flexibility. Lyle was nowhere in sight when he opened his eyes.

His mouth opened to ask, but he paused in midair, not even bothering to close it, his eyes widening. His desire was engulfed by hot breath, and something wet was playing with and licking at his arousal. The intensity of this sensation rises directly through his stomach.

His moans turned into a whimper as he collided with something he didn't recognize, but the pleasure is driving him insane. He instinctively searched for it, his hand gripping someone's hair. He was getting weaker and sobbing uncontrollably.

Hungry lips sucking his moans. The burning sensation enveloped him, and he succumbed to pleasure. It wasn't his first time being sucked of his arousal, but his mind was still hesitant at the time, and he needed the desire to completely take over as well as he came not long after. He could feel it better now. What made it even more exciting is Draven's tongue and massive member teasing his buttocks and poking at his back.

His eyes rolled to the back, shivering his sensitive body as the two appeared to have already planned to torment him. Lyle's tongue skillfully tastes him, sucking him in. The pleasure in his insides grew as the ripples on the water's surface increased. He sobbed, one arm clutching Lyle's hair, and the other grabbing and pinching Draven's arm.

He had the instinct to remove his desire from that sinful mouth, but Draven stood in his way. Instead, his tool hummed at the crack of his ass, thirsty for friction. The assault from both ends simply tormented his reason, causing his eyes to moisten. Davy's lips parted, allowing Draven easy access to his mouth, and his hands touched and pinched his cherries.

The gasps and moans became more intense by the minute until he exploded with one final cry. Draven let go of his lips, allowing him to breathe. Panting for his life, his mind in ecstasy. Someone emerges from the water in a matter of seconds. His lips gleamed and his eyes sparkled as water dripped down from his hair onto his pretty face. Davy couldn't say anything and could only breathe.

And in that minute, under his intoxicated gaze, Draven and Lyle drew closer together. Davy stood there watching them—another sight he'd never forget. Draven and Lyle's lips touched as they kissed, tasting Davy together. Their image was so fucking erotic that Davy couldn't take his gaze away from it.

Their tongues were intertwined while Davy was still between them, so he could clearly see them suck at each other. Davy parted his lips as the raging action from the two reawakened his arousal, which had only recently peaked.

As his desire was reawakened, Davy couldn't help but bite his lower lips as Draven's lower body was constantly rubbed at the crack of his ass. This became one of the reasons, along with the fact that his c0ck was being rubbed in front of him, at Lyle's stomach.

The constant stimulation from the two drove him insane, and the sucking sounds and even the ripples in the water made the atmosphere even more erotic. Davy's temperature continued to rise, and the flush in his cheeks had now spread to his neck.

Draven and Lyle's tongues parted with a lustful sound a few seconds later, and the silver thread had stretched in their mouths as it shone in the line. Davy swallowed, his slightly misty eyes watching them turn to face him at the same time. Davy thought their flushed cheeks made them even more seductive.

Davy couldn't say anything as he only bit her lips. Lyle leaned even closer to him, and his stomach collided with Davy's lower body, causing a groan to escape his mouth. He was still stimulated from earlier, but the situation was only making him harder with each passing second.

Draven's grin reappeared, along with a mischievous glint in his dark pupils. Even though Davy wanted to punch those grins out of his face, he didn't have the strength to do so right now. He was so aroused that he even found Draven's arrogant smirk attractive.

"It appears that our sleeping beauty enjoys our show," he said, raising an eyebrow, and Davy became wide-eyed as a hand grabbed and slowly stroked his desire. "This dude right here seemed ready for another round," Draven hoarsely whispered.

Davy bit his lower lip as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against Lyle's shoulder, "Asshole," he muttered between gritted teeth, but only got Draven's laugh, and Lyle seemed to chuckle as well as his chest vibrated.

He raised his head and looked at Lyle, his emerald eyes still gently staring at him. "You're making fun of me, too," Davy pursed his lips alluringly.

"I'm sorry, you're too adorable," Lyle replied softly as he caressed Davy's cheeks.

As Davy would respond again, his sentence was only paused in midair as his lips now parted once again. His lips even let out a loud moan.

"I'm here as well, dear. Don't forget me," Draven devilish laugh resounded as he began moving his desire in between Davy's ass cheeks as the friction drove Davy insane once more. He collided harder with Lyle in front of him, which also steadied him as their bodies locked Davy between them.

"D-Draven... you fucking jerk," Davy had to yell in between panting breaths. He was an absolute jerk. Draven only laughed as his back was pressed up against Draven's chest even more. The three of them were so close that their hardened arousals were making a presence for each other.

Davy nearly went insane as Draven was desperate to friction at his back and Lyle was rubbing both of their sex together in front of him. He was so intoxicated on both sides that he almost rolled his eyes to the back.

The water moved around them as the sound of it added to the mood; a few seconds later, Lyle claimed his mouth as their lips connected. Davy was only giving way to Lyle when he parted his lips, which Lyle immediately used to gain access to his mouth and explore it with his tongue.

Aside from the skin-to-skin contact and the ripples of the water, the only sounds were groans and panting. Draven's breath brushed against Davy's ears as Lyle parted their lips. He moved and parted Davy's legs, and Lyle stopped his movements to observe them.

Draven still had a smirk on his face, but his arousal was so obvious that he laughed and Davy's eyes widened.

"I won't put it in," he began, his brow furrowed as he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Lyle chuckled softly, then pecked his lips, his emerald eyes glistening as if amused by Davy's expression. Davy raised an eyebrow at him, but Lyle said nothing and just stared at him.

Davy didn't have much time to think as Draven started acting up again.

He looked over as the realization hit him. Draven put his raging desire in between Davy's legs as he tightened them yet again, his lips slightly curved.

"W-Wait..." Davy was taken aback, but whatever his mouth was about to say was only left inside his mind because his mind had already blanked out.

He unconsciously tightened his legs as well; Draven's arousal between them was making him uneasy, but his own desire was still standing as it had been. Lyle reached out and stroked them, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.

Davy was right from the start; the two of them basically planned to drive him insane with pleasure. He couldn't say anything because moans were now coming from his mouth as Draven moved and Lyle moved his hand at the same rate.

Draven's panting tickled his ear as the splashes of water intensified, as if in time with their erotic dance.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," Draven said, his voice lacking in any playful tone, as his lips began to land some hot kisses on Davy's neck and shoulders.

His movements became more intense, as did Lyle's, as he reclaimed Davy's lips, his moans muffled by Lyle's lips. He couldn't think of anything else because he was completely drunk on pleasure and their bodies were pressed against each other.

Draven's thrust, as well as Lyle's hand, became more powerful. and a few moments later, Davy couldn't take the intoxication any longer and finally exploded his arousal once more. His hands gripped Lyle's shoulder tight as the pleasure was making him lightheaded.

Lyle parted their lips and let him breathe, but his body slammed into Lyle's. Davy's moans were no longer muffled by Lyle's lips, and not long after, Draven's movements ceased and he panted heavily.

Davy's eyes widened and he panted; despite the water, he could feel a sticky feeling between his legs. Lyle's gaze at him was then met with a smile on his face. "You're beautiful," he said softly as he leaned in.