Simmering Greed

The fire had dimmed. Zayne was fast asleep after a few cups of mulled wine, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other still stretched out where Lassy had been. Xavier too had drifted off, curled around Lei’s blanket, his breathing slow and steady.

Sylus sat with a restless energy at the edge of a woven mat, legs stretched, one hand tapping the ground, the other idly playing with Lei’s hair as she lay sprawled on his lap, watching the glowing embers.

Lassy came to them without a word. Eased in beside him, close and easy, as old friends and lovers.

She picked up the shared mug he’d left untouched and ladled some mulled wine into it. Offered it to him, but didn’t let go. Just held it between them, letting the firelight ripple across the surface. Waiting.

His fingers brushed hers as he reached, but she didn’t release it.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, her voice low.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. She could already feel it... the heat beneath his skin, the restless pull.

Lei shifted in his lap but didn’t speak either. Just watched Lassy with a knowing look, as if she too had been waiting for this.

“I thought you’d be full by now,” Lassy teased.

He huffed. She turned fully to face him, a hand rising to his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. “You’ve been so good.” Her tongue flicked against his lips. “Time for your indulgence.”

It wasn’t soft. She kissed him the way he knew her for: fierce, unbridled, aching.

A lazy smile danced across Lei’s face as she watched them. Sylus’s hand urgently threaded into her hair, a slow pressure and heat building. She shifted her weight, followed his pull, and came to her favourite spot just below his ear. She felt him tense as her teeth met skin.

Lassy pulled back, leaving the taste of cherries lingering in his mouth. He hummed in low approval, breath catching as Lei finished leaving her mark—strawberry red against his skin. “First it was a famine, and now you two offer me a feast…?” He tutted, but leaned back more against the mat, allowing them access.

They worked in unison, silently. Where one undid a button, the other slid her fingers along to maintain the tempo. Each touch and stroke seamless, deliberate, practiced, determined. He sank lower into the mat, chest heavy, eyes darting between them, not knowing whom to focus on more; they weren’t making it easy for him.

He gradually lost track of where the sensations came from, barely registering the changing scents and tastes of their joint offering, breath and heat mingling like embers being brought back to life. His mouth and hands were never unoccupied, feasting greedily on every morsel they delivered.

The last wisps of the fire floated above Lei’s gasps; Lassy’s sighs; his shaky exhales, all tinged with a heady sweetness. They generously fed his greed, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Finally, Lassy stroked her thumb along his cheekbone, anchoring him as the last piece of his resistance crumbled.

“You’re our prey for tonight,” she purred, lips close. 

Lei wasn’t far, her voice brushing his ear, “And this time, we’ll have our fill.”

____
Collab work! Leiyn + Lassy [First part is here]