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Sebastian's fingers itch to light a cigarette. That, or getting a hold of something sickly sweet.
Everything is sweltering and the ruins here look like the ruins he saw yesterday. He lists the items off the parchment again, checking it off with the tally in his head, looking over the crates. The inventory is accurate in spirit but not in actuality, an annoying quirk of trying to have multiple researchers from different magical communities try to share resources. About as successful as getting them to agree on how to best catalogue an ancient lost society.
He promised to quit. But days like this are testing his patience, he is bored and he can’t stop fidgeting. He grips his wand to cast one of the many cooling charms he has gone over today, doing barely anything to take the edge off the blistering heat.
His supervisors for the day are having a break to discuss their next move. Sebastian’s French is rudimentary at best, but he is pretty sure they’re just bickering at this point. Guillaume Maurice and his two colleagues are doing slightly different work from Anna’s father. They had uncovered Amarna art which they believe is significant. Guillaume seems to think it might prove a long-held theory that the magical society in ancient Egypt had suffered a big setback sometime during the eighteenth dynasty.
Sebastian is just helping out with logistics, he takes a swig from his water and the boredom bites down harder. He has gained rapport with most of the groups in the camp, which had grown significantly from last year. He is frequently trading favours and services, still loyal to Mr Visconti but branching out if an opportunity presents itself. Sebastian knows he is naturally charismatic and charming, and he takes advantage where he can - perhaps truer to the Slytherin nature than Ominis could claim to be. He is turning into a wicked barterer.
His ease to garner favours with the other residents had definitely come in handy. He managed to barter Anna some linen to repair her skirts. Considering he might have been involved in their demise it had been a convenient route back into her favour. He had shared his potion skills with Guillaume’s party a fortnight ago. They completely mishandled the preparation of dittany, meaning their healing potions were turning a dangerous shade. Sebastian had been diligent in Sharp’s class the past year and managed to turn the tide on the Frenchmen’s failing batch, in return it gained him a small bottle of Firewhiskey. He didn’t really care much for the drink personally, but there was something about tasting it on Ominis which left the indulgence irresistible and well worth the work.
“Monsieur Sallow!” Guillaume beckons for him to come over.
Sebastian bounces up, eager for any task at this point, “Yes, Mr Maurice?”
“I’ve decided to go into the small chamber. Will you bring the toolsets Denis left by the crates?”
“Of course, Mr Maurice.”
Ominis and Anna have been helping Mr Visconti to revise research notes for almost three days. Sebastian doesn't mind reading, quite the opposite - he can recall most of the books he has read with a decent level of accuracy. But he is not like his Ravenclaw mother, he can’t devote hours of his time to research without a clear purpose. And in all honesty that purpose needs to be at least in part self-serving. Hence why he is not revising with them, instead he offered his services to the three Frenchmen who were still excavating their portion of the site.
He hauls the heavy leather bags onto his shoulders, tipping sideways to try and counteract the weight. The metal tools are strapped down but some of them still shift and make the trip a rather awkward and heavy balancing act. Levitation charms were risky inside the ruins, some ancient wards could react poorly when a wand was lifted carelessly. Most of his services include similarly hard work, but his body has adjusted and he barely notices the strain this late into the summer.
He is still itching to roll a cigarette, though.
Grabbing four of the waterskins he makes his way towards the researchers currently pulling canvas away from the opening in the rocks. Sebastian doesn’t speak much to the two colleagues working with Guillaume, mostly because they refuse to speak English. He has had enough of French pompous gits to last him a lifetime, but outwardly he is making sure to stay politely neutral.
It is not like it would matter too much if they did speak to him, Guillaume has a tendency to ramble on.
“Dieu du ciel- fais attention, Antoine!” Guillaume grabs the slip of canvas from his colleagues’ hand, turning an apologetic smile to Sebastian, “I tell him constantly to be more careful with the fastenings. Come now, I’ll hold it while you go in.”
Sebastian sidesteps to go into the narrow passageway, mindful of the uneven ground. There are tiny enchanted lights hovering just above the floor. The contrast from the daylight outside into near-darkness still makes the descent a bit precarious, and he takes it slow. There are two chambers in this particular ruin, the smaller one located furthest down.
Guillaume is close on his heels, “Monsieur Sallow, you can leave Antoine and Denis' things here and we can bring down my things to the small chamber?”
“Of course, did you want the supplementary lights as well Mr Maurice?”
“Yes! Brilliant thinking, bring that down as well!”
Sebastian goes back up to grab the last supplies. Antoine and Denis have already started their excavation and they don’t acknowledge him as he moves past them to the innermost chamber.
Guillaume is already up close by the far wall, scattering dust with a brush.
“Fascinating, this mural is damaged but you can see where the worshippers would have been depicted bowing to the rays of the sun. I’m not sure I told you but this all started with Pharaoh Akhenaten who proposed uniting Egypt through the abolishment of the polytheistic faith. Instead adopting a monotheistic practice. Aten - the deity of the sun and most often depicted with the tell-tale disk was believed to be the sole divine force within the universe. We don’t understand these markings yet but more and more we’ve found references to Atenism-”
Sebastian shifts his weight, listening with half an ear. Puzzling over a dead and fragmented language is more like Anna or Ominis, not him.
He will do anything to make them happy. He will become strong enough to protect them, shield them behind himself if anyone dared threaten them again. He almost lost them - he hadn’t been strong enough to reign himself in and he hadn’t been strong enough to keep them safe from their enemies. The last year had proven how vigilant he would need to become. He knows Anna especially will push back, but he won’t let anyone get close enough to hurt them again.
If he is more honest with himself it wasn’t just about protecting them. There is also a need to prove himself to them. He was theirs, but what if they found him lacking?
Anna - beautiful, brimming with inquisitive intellect and devastatingly powerful. When he saw the elements shifting or unravelling around her it both enraptured and terrified him. Ominis - positively regal, insightful and undoubtedly strong. Together his two lovers were ethereal and he had almost lost them to his own foolish convictions. Through some grace they forgave him, and for that, he would pay his debt in gratitude for the rest of his days. He will serve them.
There’s another big golden-hued disk depicted on the wall, faint residues of magic still making it glint in the gloomy light.
It is considered polite to pay attention to your elders, so Sebastian makes sure to check in on Guillaume, who is animatedly waving his arms over the wall to emphasise his tale. “-sure enough, an enforced shift of faith was hardly popular. Worshipping the sun had ties with previous practices, but he was trying to suppress the old ways. The Pharaoh was opposed by many, not only in his religious matters but also concerning social reforms. He was quite unsuccessful in the end, and we think the mounting unrest could’ve shifted power within the magical population as well. See when-”
Still safe to drift. Worshipping the sun..? Sebastian doesn’t put much stake in religion, finding it awfully deterministic. He can admit that he has been rather lucky, but if he started thinking of his life as being puppeteered from the heavens his outlook might turn a tad more fatalistic. Apollo is the god of the sun and one of the strongest and brightest in the Pantheon. Artemis is his twin sister, a fierce huntress and a protector of innocence. His mother’s words are faint but still there. She often mentioned the twin gods, always with a pleased twist to her smile - the very same one Sebastian can see in any mirror. After she died he devoured all books he could find on Greek mythology, sobering at the thought of his mother viewing him as bright and pure. That fit Anne, but Sebastian felt flawed and inadequate by comparison. One book and one passage drastically changed his outlook; Apollo was strong and charismatic, but he could also be said to value knowledge above morality. Sebastian immediately resonated with the words, until it almost cost him everything.
He still feels the crawl under his skin at times, the echoes of his dark pursuit in fifth year never leaving him entirely. Sebastian is uncomfortable, the chamber suddenly reminding him too much of the Feldcroft catacomb. His fingers readjust his rolled-up sleeves, looking for anything to distract him from-
“-but I sincerely doubt their art was intended to be interpreted as ugly. Perhaps they just wanted to depict themselves as more true mortals, deferring to Aten as the only truly divine..?” The older man is still watching the wall with a puzzled expression, fingers smoothing over his thin moustache.
“I’m sorry Mr Maurice, would you mind terribly if I smoke?”
“Not at all, go ahead. You must understand my boy, the real struggle of-”
Sebastian reaches down and pulls the small tobacco tin out from inside his sock. Ominis hadn’t yet demanded he get rid of it so technically he wasn’t hiding it. As he finishes rolling and setting the cigarette to his lips, he puts his thumb and forefinger together at the end and snaps. The cigarette lights with a small spark and Sebastian pulls back a lungful, instantly dispelling some tension in his shoulders. He closes his eyes in bliss. The older man stops talking, and Sebastian focuses back in on the room - where Guillaume is now watching him expectantly.
“Are you attempting to cut back?” Guillaume flashes a knowing smile, “I could see your hands twitching in a familiar manner to my Denis. ”
Sebastian exhales, “I guess, but not really. It’s more that my- Mr Gaunt, he doesn’t approve.”
Guillaume chuckles, “But what a shame to spoil such fun, does he not have vices of his own?”
Sebastian thinks he is probably crude with how quickly his mind supplies specific examples of Ominis’ more deviant vices, not fit for present company. Instead, he deflects with something innocent; “He does occasionally enjoy Firewhiskey. Mr Gaunt asked me to thank you personally for the fine vintage you supplied us with the other week.” Sebastian tacks on an easy smile with his praise, knowing Guillaume enjoys flattery.
“Please! It was no issue considering your marvellous assistance. I’m happy your lover has such equally fine taste in the arts as he clearly has in bedfellows.”
The man’s eyebrow wiggles saucily in a way that has Sebastian’s ears burning, but he keeps his smile open. Guillaume flirted quite openly with him ever since their first exchange. While Sebastian politely dismisses the advances, the older man seems to enjoy gratuitously complimenting him whenever possible. Sebastian knows from the context, first names and possessives, that Guillaume is likely as enmeshed with his close colleagues as Sebastian is with Anna and Ominis.
Guillaume gets a certain devilish glint in his eye and closes the distance between them, resting a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, “-Speaking of young and handsome bedfellows. I wondered if you had indulged deeper in your potion-making skills, there are certain remedies that exist which assist your..how do you say- Étreintes..?” Guillaume’s finger flies to his lips as he struggles to find the correct wording, Sebastian feels an alarming sense of foreboding, “Ah yes, something to assist you coming together with him as easily as you do with her?”
Sebastian could not stop his blush burning onto his cheeks, his confidence and charisma be damned. He knew of what Guillaume was likely referencing. He had found a book in the restricted section which he read for a long and maddening night, ultimately deciding it had been too incriminating to take with him. He had not found it again, though it had enlightened him to the pleasures which could be found if Anna- or Ominis- … He had pushed it away, thought it too dangerous, not willing to risk any ill to his lovers.
Now, however, there seems to be an offer on the table. And Sebastian feels positively ravenous at the prospect, but he can’t show his hand too early. Knowing that there are stakes, Sebastian now finds it easier to push down his embarrassment in favour of persuasion. He bats his eyelashes, not above using his influence over the older man. “Would that be an offer to trade, Monsieur? ”
Guillaume gives Sebastian another grin and he produces a small vial from his side pocket. Clear glass, the liquid inside seemed innocuous enough. “Now this, this would be an expectant gift, perhaps you would say an ‘I owe you’?” He holds out the vial, the glint in his eyes still present.
Sebastian grasps the bottom of the bottle, not entirely liking the sounds of this proposal, his eyes narrowing slightly at the wording, “I like my debts to be well-defined, and I won’t give you anything that puts me, or mine, at risk.”
Guillaume almost tuts “Ah young sweet thing, can’t you let an older gentleman have his passe-temps? My friends and I are not too skilled at deriving the exact properties of this potion. It provides both lubrication and a barrier for those adventurous enough, and this is the best of the best in terms of quality. Completely safe and immensely reliable. But, alas, it is sold only by the most horrendous Parisian faquin that you’ve ever had the misfortune to meet.” Guillaume’s nose turns up in disgust, before fixing hopeful eyes back on Sebastian “My Denis is the more astute potion-maker among us and he couldn’t help but notice how you derived the fault in our preparation of dittany merely by observing our potion. He lamented that you might be just the kind of genius we would expect to understand the deeper secrets of this concoction. A small vial would be no trouble if you would be willing to give Denis some advice on its properties.”
Sebastian finishes his cigarette while he weighs the offer in his head. Rejecting it doesn’t come easy, but he feels the French scholar is expecting too steep a prize; “To what end will my ‘enlightening the properties’ assist you? Surely the tradesman will still prize his potion too high for your liking, and you can’t expect me to replicate the potion accurately with the tools I have here?”
“Monsieur Sallow, the Parisian potioneer is prideful, convinced no one can find his exact recipe. It would be a feather to my hat if I could only saunter into our club and reveal his ingredients while he tries to boast. I will not hold you to serfdom on the off-chance you fail, only hope you keep an old friend in mind if you find your research to be more fruitful. ”
Sebastian is waiting for a catch, not intending to be bound to anything beyond a transaction which is left easy at the end of their trip. But his hand still grips the bottle more firmly and pulls it out of Guillaume’s hand - the offer frankly too irresistible to stick to his usual boundaries for a good trade. “And if I were to be unsuccessful in deriving the bases for this?”
“I’ll consider repayment with safe and innocent tasks which we old goats might need a young bright man like yourself to assist us with.”
Sebastian quirks his smile, knowing it makes him look dashing, “Fine, you have yourself a deal, Monsieur .” He extends his hand to seal their agreement, not expecting Guillaume to grasp it with both of his,
“And don’t forget to enjoy it, Monsieur Sallow”
Sebastian’s blush burns bright, thankfully Guillaume releases him and turns to start eagerly picking apart the crates.
***
The sky is pitch-black by the time Sebastian finishes up.
He half-jogs back to their side of the camp, ducking into the tent, heart racing both from exertion but also from burgeoning excitement. Mr Visconti is ensconced in his study, candlelight visible through the canvas on the far side of the enchanted tent.
He rushes to their bedroom, not even stopping to wash the dirt from his arms and face. He tries to appear neutral, but as soon as he spots Anna writing by her small desk and Ominis reading in his chair his smile breaks free.
“Something wrong, Sebastian?” Anna looks up at him, and Sebastian feels a burst of soft affection at how her eyebrows knit together with her question.
“No, nothing.” Immediately he knows his tone is not convincing enough, and now she has a sharpness in her eyes enough to set a fire down his back, cheeks flushing.
“You’re lying,” Ominis supplies cooly, annoyingly perceptive- Anna taps her foot against his own, and she sports a slightly worrisome grin.
“Spit it out, Sallow.” She is still holding her quill, eyes eager.
“Well,” he plucks her quill out of her hands and pulls her up and into him, not able to resist nosing into her hair, “you remember Mr Maurice?”
“The one with the moustache, yes?”
“Yes. He and I got talking and, well, he had some…” he hesitates, “interesting things to share when it comes to the bedroom.”
Anna is expressive, and her curiosity is blatant - but Ominis now also turns to them, book forgotten.
“Go on…”
If he is honest, he knows that his blush feels hot enough to scorch, which can’t be a good sign. He reaches for the bottle tucked away safely in his pocket.
“It was about how enjoyable the backside can be,” he tosses the bottle up and catches it, “and when I asked about the… logistics of such an endeavour he gave me this.” They don’t strictly need to know about the book. Or the agreement.
“And that is..?” Her voice is impatient,
“Well, you’re supposed to slather it over the cock and it will provide lubrication and a, uh, barrier.”
“Interesting,” Ominis' slow cadence is decidedly curious as well, “Potions really are fascinating. If only I had any aptitude for those.”
“Well…” Sebastian lets his hands travel down Anna’s waist, pressing her closer to him, “would you like to try it?”
Anna hums and smirks, Sebastian barely registers the blatant warning before - “Actually, I would like it even better if Ominis would try it on you,” There is a fierce sting flaring into his neck when she forcefully pulls him down by his collar. His heart is no longer trying to settle, she only does this when she…
Another revelation to their bond, one he only acknowledges when it is just them; He not only wants to serve them. He needs to serve them .
He swallows, feeling it drag all the way down, his little goddess deliberating his fate.
“What do you think, Ominis, my love?”
Sebastian’s gaze flickers to Ominis. The blond man snickers softly, something sinister hiding close underneath, “I think it’s a wonderful idea, dearest.”
The sudden rush of white-hot arousal feels staggering. Sebastian jolts as the top button of his shirt pops. Already his shoulders tremble and his lips part for an unformed question, but she doesn’t even let him try;
“Strip.”
He knows he is salivating, swallowing audibly - stripping down quickly as her command demands. She is watching him, and he knows Ominis is listening, the heavy intent in the room is sweltering. Pressure whistles past his temples as Ominis throws the Impenetrable charm in an easy circle around them.
Anna is busy playing with the bottle just as he lets the last garments fall off of him. He is nude while they are fully clothed, he feels sweaty and so aroused. The anticipation killing him, extremely eager to please-
“Ugh,” Ominis expression pinches, “you sweat like a pig in this climate. Disgusting, dirty dog.”
He can’t stop the soft whimper that winds its way out of his throat at the quip, humiliated and pained at the rejection. Not...pleased..?
Anna, the cruel goddess, only chuckles. “Take care of it, would you, my love?”
“Gladly.”
Ominis waves his wand, and the familiar tinge of his magic sweeps over Sebastian in a cold rush. He feels like panting, needing that control exacted sinfully on his body. Preferably immediately.
Anna hums in approval and pushes at him. He turns to Ominis just as she bites down hard on his left shoulder. Through some small grace, the swear is stopped still in his throat - but he is not saint enough to suppress the hiss when she licks at her handiwork.
“No words?” Her voice coos near his neck, her hands running down like cool rivulets to his overheated skin and setting his nerves on fire, “whatever happened to that dirty mouth of yours?...”
“We only just started and you already have him on such a short leash, my love. I almost miss his inappropriate, crude remarks.” Sebastian has to clamp his jaw shut not to groan - his cock traitorously bobbing from the indirect praise.
Her lips are back on his shoulder, mapping out the skin of his neck and he is not strong enough to stop keening.
Suddenly her voice is right at his ear; “Well, if you aren’t using that mouth for talking, I can think of other things it can be used for. On your knees, dog,” His knees practically give out, and he barely registers the small shock of pain in the impact. Her voice still dangerously close, “Good boy …”
The praise is like a balm, soothing the worry gnawing inside. Good enough..?
“Go on. Make sure you please Ominis with that petulant mouth,” her shoe is sharp to his backside, and the intent behind is clear. Submit and obey. Sebastian is so hungry for it that he is afraid he might embarrass himself.
Crawling over to Ominis quickly, Sebastian smooths his palms up from the blonde’s calves and over his thighs - the scratchy fabric of the trousers catching slightly on his callouses. Ominis spreads his legs and he is leaning back with an expectant smirk. Sebastian does not want to rip at the buttons but he can’t get them open fast enough.
Ominis’ cock is a work of art. Long, cut, and a purplish head which already shows a titillating sheen of slickness. Sebastian leans forward and eagerly swallows him down without preamble, his hot hands grasping gently on either side of Ominis’ hips. A cool hand, slender and strong, winds into his hair and provides a firm push. Sebastian relishes it. The subtle clean scent of Ominis hits his nose just as he buries down to the root, soft blond hair tickling at his upper lip even as he fights the impulse to gag. Petrichor…Bergamot. Sebastian moans brokenly which only tightens the fingers in his hair. The salt on his tongue is welcome but the tenuous control he has on his throat is running out, he has to gasp back upwards. He bobs his head, bringing Ominis all the way back down his throat before pulling up again. He can hear the familiar catches in Ominis’ breath, all quiet hitches.
His mouth is theirs.
He is going to push all the way down, again, but Anna nudges him up - he feels his thighs tremble as he moves into position, the swipe of her skirt over his calves and her heat at his back. The anticipation might end him at this rate.
She doesn’t touch him where he expects, instead a slow trail of her slick fingers down the muscles on his back. He is almost back to focusing on Ominis when soft gentle pressure brushes him right there. It is good enough that he can’t help reflexively thrusting forward - his moan muffled around Ominis’ cock.
“Sensitive, isn’t he?…” Ominis’ voice is a low purr which Sebastian feels shuddering through him.
“Very much so…” Anna’s voice is not unaffected, not with her fingers steadily caressing him, her lips at his neck, “steady now… breathe.” He is trying his best, he really is. He concentrates on pulling his breath deeper, trying desperately to level his mind. It almost works, until Anna breaches his entrance to the first knuckle - air suddenly and violently lacking. She is doing something entirely too tantalizing inside of him, and he feels his mouth go fully slack.
Pain shoots into his scalp as his hair is pulled tight in Ominis’ grip. “Don’t focus on what she’s doing. You are still here to suck me off, so get on with it. ”
He knows he needs to do better, his hands spasm feebly against Ominis hips in apology before he forces himself to work his jaw back over and down. He is increasingly sure Anna is determined to ruin him. She is still pushing into him with one hand but there are also teeth, nails along his spine - scratches and nips where he doesn’t expect.
Sebastian really is trying his best - he is, but then she is flexing her fingers deeper inside him and he doesn’t know if he can keep his legs steady. The trembling is back in force, his forearms and hands are shaking from the strain to stay in place. He is not taking Ominis cock as deep as he should but the fingers scratch approvingly against his scalp anyway.
She is not satisfied just yet, “Let me see his face, my love,” Sebastian barely registers the pull this time, Ominis tugging him sideways and the room spins. Ominis’ hand against his cheek is much cooler than usual, likely because he is feeling hot enough to melt. A pleased laugh rings from where she is still hovering behind him, he is just trying to keep still. Sudden multiplied pressure against his opening stops any and all further thought, the moan rips from his throat as she pushes a second finger in.
Ominis’ hand smooths over his hair, considering; “What does he look like?”, his fingers lock savagely around the ends. It is painful yet Sebastian can’t help but mewl through it.
“Like he is just where he wants to be,” Sebastian is trying to nod, but Ominis holds him still. He hears the smile in her voice and her fingers are a constant dizzying friction, “like a filthy mutt drooling at the prospect of dinner.”
The flex and spread of her fingers have him seeing stars. right there, please-
“You’ll thank me, my sweet,” her voice is a soft hum to his shoulder, “Ominis is rather large… but you already knew that. You like to gag on his shaft, don’t you? You can take him in so much further than little old me. What a good boy …”
The shudder at her praise starts from his burning cheeks and ricochets down through his body. His erection is dripping beneath him, neglected and untouched and he is dying to touch- be touched. But he won’t move his hands from Ominis’ hips, not unless permitted.. please, please, pleas-!
There is a third finger stretching him open and his control snaps, bucking back into her hand. His voice is nearly gone, locked away because it is theirs, “Anna…” he manages to gasp out, humiliatingly aware of how he can’t stop trying to thrust back onto her hand.
She isn’t merciful, “I think he wants more…” she pauses and it feels excruciating, “He has gotten pretty loose… but I’m sure it will be a bit of a struggle still.”
No! No please let me-! Sebastian isn’t supposed to speak, not supposed to but needs to.
“Please …” it comes out like a choke.
“Please what, love?” She nuzzles into him, the tone light, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”
Permission. His throat unlocks, Ominis hands releasing his hair and head so he can turn more fully towards her “Please, for the love of Merlin … I need Ominis to fuck me-“
There is an abrupt twist to his jaw as Ominis forces his head back to face him. The painful slap across Sebastian’s cheek flips him sideways and makes him clench around her fingers as he whimpers. Ominis is not pleased.
“Language, you filthy dog. Or is it your goal, to make me treat you like the animal you are?”
Dimly aware that the long pathetic whine is coming from him, he tries to reign in the rush of need at Ominis’ scathing words. It is a stern reprimand, but even in this deep Sebastian’s yearning is crystal clear- more.
Anna’s fingers slide out of him and he whimpers at the loss. Ominis’ hand also lets him go and Sebastian sits back. Ominis is stroking his long fingers lazily up and down his own shaft which means Sebastian can’t look away. Anna saunters back toward Ominis, vial in hand. Sebastian is suddenly keenly aware that they might leave him untouched, cheek still throbbing from the rebuke.
Anna is holding her smirk as she is reaching down and wrapping her small hand around Ominis’ cock, hand slick from the potion. The blonde man gasps at her touch, eyes falling shut. His eyelashes are in contrast to his cheeks, as are her lips to his pale jawline. Sebastian’s lip quivers.
“It feels rather nice, actually,” Ominis's voice is husky, deep in a way that makes both his lovers shiver.
Anna chuckles, “I bet,” then looks back over at Sebastian, expression pleased though he is sure the only emotion he is currently conveying is need.
Ominis unexpectedly pulls Anna down into his arms and she flails to catch her balance, Ominis just crushes her more firmly to him and catches her lips in a deep kiss. Sebastian’s chest clenches. Watching them together makes him pant, and his heart flips traitorously from feeling unworthy.
“Watch for me,” he whispers to her as they both part, heaving and wrecked “I want you to see every second of it… and I know Sebastian would want to be watched.”
The words hit him like a brick, derailing anything that isn’t pure lust. He sucks in a shaking breath through parted lips, Sebastian’s sure his eyes are dilated black by this point. It is a struggle to keep his arms neutral and limp by his side, the compulsion to touch himself near irrepressible.
Anna nuzzles into Ominis’ nose and cheek, still looking pleased, “I wouldn’t miss the spectacle, shall we move to the bed? Sebastian is getting needy.”
“At least he has the good sense not to touch himself,” Ominis’ voice is a menacing snarl that goes straight through Sebastian and his back snaps to full attention with a soft whine. Ominis doesn’t acknowledge him - instead getting up and pulling her with him “Come, my love.”
Both of them are still fully clothed - with the exception of Ominis’ unbuttoned trousers - while Sebastian is fully exposed. The power imbalance isn’t lost on him.
Ominis and Anna are slowly traversing to their nest, greedy hands not leaving each other. Anna pulls Ominis into a soft kiss before he sits down, leaning back on his elbows. His erection is resting on his shirt, wet from the potion. Sebastian tries to tamper down on his need.
She beckons to him, still standing by the edge of their bed, “Come here,” he startles forward, eager to get there as quickly as- “ah-ah-ah… on your knees.”
He gulps, bowing his head and crawling over - ears and neck searingly red.
“So well-behaved,” she snickers, watching him, “where is that side of you usually?”
His lips feel even drier as he stops by Ominis’ feet and climbs up into his lap. Their erections brush briefly as he sits down and Sebastian bites his lip hard enough to taste blood. Anna is quick to close in against his back, escaped curls from her up-do tickling at his shoulder. Her hands grab at his buttcheeks, spreading him and then there is blunt slick heat.
Anna’s tongue distracts him as she darts it out to trace his earlobe. “Go on then, love…”
Slowly he wills himself to sink downwards, once the head of Ominis’ cock has breached him he has to stop with a gasp. It is already almost too intense, his eyes watering. The potion is slick and he is well prepared, but Ominis’ is still big and Sebastian feels helpless at the overwhelming sensation. Anna is peppering him with kisses and murmurs a quiet praise into his neck, enough to encourage him.
It progresses in starts and stops, he tries to breathe through it, fingers digging hard into his own thighs. Permission. Permission. Permiss- He leans back some of his weight on her, hoping he doesn’t collapse. The last inch before he is fully seated is enough to punch out any remaining air from his lungs, gasping as Ominis shudders underneath - something he can now feel inside of him.
His eyes are half-lidded and he whimpers when Ominis groans. The normally stoic, tightly controlled blonde is whipping his head back, beautiful lashes fluttering shut in a clear sign that this is shockingly good for him too. Sebastian feels like he is going to cry, only Anna’s caresses anchoring him to reality.
He breathes in hard, leaning even more into Anna and trying desperately to relax.
“Good boy…” The sharp, involuntary, inhale he gulps down at her praise produces a soft chuckle, “Do you want more time? Or…?” Permission.
His words still feel thick in his mouth and throat, “I’m ready, I’m good, please…”
She nibbles his burning ear.
“So desperate. Go on. Let me see it.” Permission.
She moves around him to lie down, curling into Ominis’ side and sinking her hand into the blonde hair. Sebastian locks his own fingers harder into his thighs, the sting from his nails only barely distracting him. His own cock juts out red and glistening, still not touched but leaking steadily. He shifts upwards slowly and deliberately, trying desperately to keep himself from coming all over Ominis’ white shirt.
The first slow rock back down on Ominis’ cock has pleasure sparking up his spine and he closes his eyes to gasp. It starts slow, deliberate, but Ominis hands find his hips, thumbs caressing his hip bones. The hold shifts the angle slightly, and as Ominis rocks up to meet him for the next thrust he hits a spot inside forcing a wail out of Sebastian’s throat. Too good, too good, fuck-
He picks up the pace, praying to all available deities that he can last. Neither Ominis’ nor Anna is reprimanding him for his continuous moans and he is going to take full advantage. He might be pushing his luck as he dares to move his hands to rest against Ominis’, but the blonde man must be in a forgiving mood because he only rewards Sebastian by gripping harder. Sebastian is openly mewling now, and every time he sinks down his vision blurs from the intensity.
Anna’s lip is caught in her mouth, her hair mussed and staring back at him. Her skirt and dress are caught under her, pulling the fabric tight. He can follow the curves from her breasts to her waist to her hips, and the heel of her hand is pushed between her legs. Ominis’ hair is now uncharacteristically untidy, jaw flexing with lips that are parted and panting - sweat glistening on his forehead. Sebastian whimpers. The rhythmic way his moans are punched out of him is not going unnoticed, judging by how Ominis is abusing the angle whenever Sebastian mewls harder.
The stinging scratch of Ominis’ trousers against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs feels like rapture. He hopes his grip over his hands encourages Ominis to grip him hard enough to bruise. He wants the marks, if only so she can see them on him. He needs to be good enough for her, for him, but it is competing with his fierce need to spear himself down deeper and come undone.
Anna opens her mouth and Sebastian already knows it will be bad, judging by her sweet smile; “If you’re good for him, I’ll even ride you after in turn,”
Sebastian’s cock is very interested in this offer. He is certain that he has just dribbled even more slick onto Ominis’ shirt. He keeps his eyes locked with hers, trying to will her to understand just how much he wants it,
“Or,” Ominis pulls her down into a sudden kiss and the eye contact is broken, Sebastian feels almost petty in the way he picks up speed, feeling robbed- satisfyingly enough Ominis breaks the kiss with a groan- “You could ride him while I’m still inside of him.”
Sebastian’s thoughts promptly vanish.
Heat and a full-body shudder. He is not convinced his toes are spared the violent flushing of his skin. She responds, but he can’t make out all the words over the loud buzz in his ears. He might be whimpering, whining, nothing is enough.
“-praved ideas, my love. I adore you so much.” Her voice is loving, Ominis is nuzzling into her throat, and her eyes glitter when she laughs.
His unseeing eyes are full of warm affection, his voice deeper “And I you,” Ominis’ hands turn into an unyielding vice, locking Sebastian mid-thrust, “Turn around, dog. My lady wishes to please herself with your filthy cock.”
Sebastian lifts off with a moan and his ears are still ringing, legs wobbling. He is not sure this isn’t going to kill him but the commanding tone left no room for argument. He turns around to face away and gingerly seats himself back on Ominis. The taller man spreads his legs slightly, which spreads Sebastian slightly wider in turn, cool lean hands smoothing back over his hips to hold him down. Sebastian can’t stop whining.
Anna cuts around in front of him, hiking up her skirt and Sebastian catches a glimpse of her drawers. She is giving him an appraising look, he is sure he has never been more at her mercy.
“Lean back,” she orders, and he quickly leans back, as if he could deny her. “Good…”
The hand between her legs spreading herself open is the only thing preceding her immediately sheathing her sopping wet cunt down on his cock. Please- merlin no-, nghn- Ominis rolls up into him as her drenched sex brushes against his balls and Sebastian’s vision flashes- he wails-
Anna’s hand is suddenly gripping his throat tight. “Don’t you dare to finish before us,” she squeezes down and there are black dots dancing over his eyes, her inner walls fluttering around his woefully neglected shaft, “We will make you regret it if you do.”
Her order clamps down on the tattered remnants of his control, now scrambling and terrified he might still disappoint them, “I understand, I understand, yes-“
He is bracing himself on his arms, trying his best to keep level. Anna sets an impossible pace, practically milking him while Ominis pulls him hard back down onto his cock. Sebastian whimpers, hips unsteady as he tries to thrust into her only to then have to parry Ominis pressing back into him. His arms shake. The control is gone, he is not able to keep the words from slipping. “Pleas- please gods yes, you both f-nng-f-fu-..! ”
Sebastian's hands are cramping into the sheets, Anna is holding on to his neck with one arm - nails digging into his shoulder. She is a breathtaking evil temptress, soaking him in her heat. He is keenly aware that she is close because her moans are that perfect pitch- Ominis must hear it too because while her rhythm falters Ominis pistons his hips up harder and now Sebastian is sure he is going to crash with her. She reaches down with her other hand, touching herself and her fingers brush against him just as she clenches tight. He is almost not quick enough to catch it- catch her- as she careens over her edge on a loud cry. Sebastian pulls her into his chest, mumbling quiet loving praises against her sweaty hair.
He is somehow managing to keep still and obedient, but her cresting pleasure and Ominis’ insistent pace are unravelling him. His head collapses forward, forehead resting against her collarbone. Her faint scent of lilac, paper and ink fills his nose while she still quivers around him. Sebastian is just trying to breathe through it.
Ominis’ chest is suddenly flush with his back, his shirt sticking. The blonde man nuzzles his neck with a quiet chuckle that Sebastian feels all over. He is unsure how Ominis manages to manoeuvre them all forward without separating but Sebastian barely has time to catch his own weight on his elbows, narrowly avoiding crushing Anna. He wants to protest the carelessness but Ominis -
Ominis starts pounding into him and Sebastian’s eyes roll back into his skull. Nothing more exists except the pleasure shooting up and down his spine, Anna’s wetness still shivering around his cock. Ominis’ brutal pace makes sure to drag out every whimper still hidden inside him, his eyes wet and toes curling with it. Sebastian’s arms are shaking, his thighs are shaking and the snap of Ominis hips against his sends him ramming into Anna- please please please-
Ominis’ hips stutter with a loud sinful groan, almost undoing him on the spot. Ominis grinds into him and Sebastian hears his own heartbeat loud in his ears. Please please please please please pleas- the brush of gentle fingers in his drenched hair pull him out of his inner mantra,
“You can release now, sweet serpent,” she coos, “you’ve been such a good boy…”
Sebastian full-on sobs, hips not fully obeying with the strain as he shakingly thrusts forward into her and then back onto him, lips parting and eyes squeezing shut. He is so incredibly close- then Ominis’ thumb graces across his rim, pressing gently along reddened skin, cock still buried deep inside. Sebastian’s vision whites out as he shatters.
For a few minutes, there is nothing but oblivion. Soft gentle words to his ear, an equally gentle hand combing through his locks. He knows he needs to move but she is soft and his muscles will not respond.
Strong arms wrap around his torso and pull him back and to the side, Ominis amused voice close to his back. “You’re heavy. You must be crushing her.”
Ominis sets him down carefully on the bed next to her and Sebastian can’t produce anything more than a blissed-out “Yes, sir.”
He is faintly aware he is grinning like a loon, but he has not gotten far enough to care yet. But then they both get up - to leave? - and he has seconds enough to feel the pang in his chest before he hisses as Anna dabs a soft wet cloth against his private parts.
He gasps and squirms, but then her lips are at his temple, “I love you, Sebastian.” her voice is incandescent saying those words, he will never tire of hearing it - and the swelling feeling of love, contentment, safety overrides any doubts.
“I love you too,” he whispers, his lips awkwardly dry and his voice feeling beyond wrecked.
Ominis returns to sit next to him, gently pulling his head up to rest in his lap. Sebastian blinks as his lips are suddenly touching an icy glass and he gulps the water down greedily.
“I love you too, Ominis,” he says after draining it, voice not quite as ruined.
There is loving intent in the way the cool fingers caress along his jaw, “And I you.”
Sebastian feels like he will burst to pieces from it all, “That was bloody wonderful.”
Anna laughs, too far away, somehow she has moved while he wasn’t paying close enough attention, “You are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”
“And humiliation,” Ominis quips, his lips curving into a wicked smile as Anna returns to their side, “don’t think I didn’t notice you shuddering when I called you a dog.”
Sebastian’s blush fans back out on his cheeks, it might never go away at this point. He will worry about that later, now he just wants to know why they are still not holding him. He pulls at them both with weak arms, “Take off your bloody clothes already and come here.”
Anna raises an eyebrow at him, a telltale sign she might try to argue “Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,”
Sebastian makes a half-hearted shrug “I did… but now I want to feel your skin on mine.”
“Fair enough.”
She and Ominis finally shed their layers. Anna rejoins him first, blissfully naked and soft and he wraps both his arms around her, she is warm and she fits perfectly against him.
Sebastian rests his chin against the crown of her head, considering “I wouldn’t mind you being in the middle next time,”
She shakes in a quiet laugh, “Mmm. Yes, I think I’d like that.”
With Anna tucked firmly against his front, Ominis slides in behind him, still somehow cooler than the both of them. Ominis' arm shimmies in under the small gap between the pillow and Sebastian’s neck, his forearm snaking around across his sternum and hand splaying his fingers wide near Sebastian’s heart. Ominis pulls him back gently but firmly, his other arm smoothing down the length of his thigh. The soft caress has Sebastian sighing pleasantly into Anna’s curls.
Ominis nuzzles his nose into his hair, breathing him in - and Sebastian is less than a minute away from sleep - but the inhale ends on a pause and Sebastian jostles into Anna as Ominis suddenly pinches his buttock. He squeaks in protest, but Ominis’ hold is unrelenting.
“What have I told you about reducing that habit, Sallow?”
Right, the cigarette. He did promise to quit. But there wasn’t any harm to his small slip earlier today, was there? Better still to play it off as someone else’s, an unfortunate coincidence where Sebastian just happened to be too close to other tobacco smokers again.
“Don’t know what you mean Omin-nnhgg–!” his light-hearted retort ends on a moan as Ominis finger draws a dangerous soft line down his crease, stopping just before his abused entrance. Sebastian arches back, practically pressing himself into the taller man’s chest.
“You know exactly what I mean. But we can discuss it later. Sleep, Sebastian.”
Ominis winds his hold impossibly tighter around him, still affectionate, maybe bordering on possessive. Sebastian only hums back, the warm contentment of them all together finally lulling him to sleep.