Chapter 60: Coming Home [20+]

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Coming Home [20+]

[Wraning 20+]

They returned to the palace late that evening, exhaustion settling deep into all three of them after the long, grueling day, and Ren found himself swept into a fierce, relieved embrace the moment Milo and Finn caught sight of him crossing into the private wing, both boys apparently having spent the entire day anxiously awaiting his return despite the Queen’s evident efforts to keep them distracted and reassured.

"You came back," Finn said, muffled against Ren’s shoulder, small arms wrapped tight around his neck.

"I told you I would," Ren said, holding the boy close, exhaustion easing slightly at the simple, grounding comfort of his small, familiar weight. "Always."

Milo hung back only slightly, though the relief on his young face was unmistakable, and Ren pulled him into the embrace as well, holding both boys close for a long moment before finally, gently, encouraging them toward bed, the late hour and the day’s residual tension clearly catching up to both of them despite their initial burst of relieved energy.

"Sleep well," Ren said, tucking Finn in properly while Milo settled into his own bed nearby, already fighting to keep his eyes open. "I’ll be right next door, the same as always."

He left the boys’ room a while later, both finally drifting into peaceful sleep, and found Yegard and Reven waiting for him in the common area, both men looking as thoroughly exhausted as Ren felt himself, though something warm and unguarded had settled into both their expressions the moment he reappeared.

"They alright," Reven asked quietly.

"Better now," Ren said, sinking onto the plush seating between them, the day’s accumulated exhaustion finally catching up properly now that the boys were settled and safe. "Worried the entire day, apparently, though the Queen did his best to keep them distracted."

They sat together for a while in comfortable, easy silence, the day’s crisis finally fully behind them, and Ren found himself, gradually, leaning into the warm, solid comfort of both men’s presence, something settled and grateful replacing the day’s earlier fear and urgency.

"You were remarkable today," Yegard said quietly, breaking the silence, something deeply admiring in his tone. "I don’t think either of us properly told you that, in the middle of everything."

"I just did what needed doing," Ren said, though warmth spread through his chest at the sincere praise regardless.

"You did considerably more than that," Reven said, shifting slightly closer, something tender entering his expression. "You saved lives today that would have otherwise been lost, using an ability you only recently learned to properly understand. That’s not simply doing what needed doing. That’s genuinely remarkable."

Ren felt his cheeks warm slightly at the earnest praise, unused to quite so much direct, unguarded admiration from both men simultaneously. "I had good teachers," he said finally, something soft entering his own voice, "and considerable motivation not to let anyone else go through what I went through, alone and frightened and not understanding what was happening to me."

The quiet between them shifted then, something charged and tender settling into the space, and Ren found himself acutely, warmly aware of the closeness, Yegard’s solid presence on one side, Reven’s warmth on the other, both men watching him with matching expressions of open, unguarded affection that made his pulse quicken pleasantly despite the day’s exhaustion.

"Can I ask you something," Ren said, voice quieter now, something vulnerable entering his tone despite the warm, easy comfort of the moment.

"Anything," Yegard said.

"Today, when I was working through those Sentinels, when I finally understood what my ability could actually do properly," Ren said slowly, choosing his words with care, "I kept thinking about how much I’ve changed. How much all of this, everything with both of you, has actually shaped who I’ve become." He paused, something warm and slightly nervous entering his expression. "I think I’m ready. For more, I mean. With both of you, if that’s something you’d actually want tonight."

Something shifted immediately in both men’s expressions, careful hope and genuine, tender desire replacing exhaustion in equal measure, and Reven reached out first, fingers gently brushing along Ren’s jaw with a tenderness that made Ren’s breath catch softly. "Are you certain," Reven asked quietly, genuine care underlying the question despite the obvious desire in his voice. "This isn’t something either of us wants to rush, or something you should feel pressured into simply because of today’s emotional intensity."

"I’m certain," Ren said, meeting his gaze steadily, something warm and settled beneath the nervous flutter of anticipation. "I’ve thought about this, properly, more than once. Tonight just feels right, somehow, after everything."

Yegard’s hand found his own, gentle and warm, his thumb tracing a soft, reassuring line across Ren’s knuckles. "We’ll go slowly," he said quietly, something deeply tender in his usually composed voice. "Whatever pace feels right for you, that’s the pace we take."

Ren felt something settle warm and certain in his chest at the careful, considerate reassurance from both men, weeks of complicated tension and growing affection finally, gently, giving way to something considerably more intimate. He rose slowly, both men following, and together, unhurried and gentle, they made their way toward Ren’s private suite, the quiet, careful tenderness of the moment settling something deeply peaceful into the space between them.

The door sealed shut behind them with a soft, quiet hiss, and the suite’s ambient lighting dimmed, warm and low, casting soft shadows across the spacious room. Ren stood at the center, suddenly acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment, both men bracketing him with their presence, their attention, their desire.

"Come here," Yegard said softly, reaching out and drawing Ren gently toward him, while Reven moved behind, warm hands settling on Ren’s shoulders, thumbs tracing slow circles against the tense muscle there.

Ren let out a soft breath, leaning back slightly into Reven’s touch while Yegard’s hands found his waist, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. "May I?" Yegard asked, voice low and careful.

"Yes," Ren breathed, and Yegard slowly, deliberately, drew the shirt up and over Ren’s head, exposing pale skin to the warm, dim light. Reven’s hands immediately found his bare shoulders, trailing down his arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, while Yegard’s gaze traced over Ren’s exposed chest with open, tender appreciation.

"You’re beautiful," Yegard murmured, and Ren felt heat rise to his cheeks at the sincere, unguarded words.

"So are you," Ren managed, reaching out to return the gesture, fingers working at the fastenings of Yegard’s formal tunic, Reven’s hands continuing their slow, soothing exploration of Ren’s skin as he worked. When the tunic finally fell away, Ren’s breath caught at the sight of Yegard’s broad, scarred chest, evidence of a lifetime of service and sacrifice written across his skin.

Reven’s hands stilled, then moved to his own clothing, undressing with the same unhurried, deliberate care, and soon all three of them stood bare in the warm, dim light, vulnerable and open with one another.

Ren felt a flicker of nervousness, exposed in a way he’d never been before, but both men’s gazes held nothing but warmth and desire, no judgment, no impatience. "Lie down," Reven said gently, guiding Ren toward the large bed, and Ren went willingly, settling against the soft sheets, looking up at both men with trust and anticipation.

Yegard followed him down, settling beside Ren and leaning in to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips, while Reven moved to the other side, his hand finding Ren’s, fingers intertwining. Yegard deepened the kiss, tongue tracing along Ren’s lower lip, and Ren parted for him willingly, a soft sound escaping his throat as Yegard’s tongue swept into his mouth, warm and exploring.

Reven’s lips found Ren’s neck, trailing slow, wet kisses down the column of his throat, teeth grazing gently at the pulse point, drawing a soft gasp from Ren. "You taste incredible," Reven murmured against his skin, and Ren shivered at the words, at the sensation, at the overwhelming reality of being so thoroughly wanted by both of them.

Yegard pulled back from the kiss, trailing his lips along Ren’s jaw, down his neck, following the path Reven had started. Two sets of lips traced over his collarbones, his chest, tongues flicking over his nipples in tandem, and Ren arched into the sensation, a breathy moan escaping him.

"More," he whispered, voice already gone rough. "Please, more."

"Patience," Yegard murmured, lips brushing over Ren’s ribs, hands sliding down his sides, fingers tracing the curve of his hips. "We want to savor this."

Reven’s hand slid lower, palm pressing warm against Ren’s length, and Ren gasped, hips bucking involuntarily into the touch. "So responsive," Reven observed, something dark and pleased in his voice. "So beautiful like this."

"Please," Ren gasped again, and Reven’s hand began to move, slow and deliberate, stroking him to full hardness while Yegard continued his exploration, lips and tongue tracing patterns across Ren’s stomach, his sides, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

Ren was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the dual assault on his senses, the careful, deliberate pace both men were maintaining driving him slowly, inexorably mad with want. "I need—" he started, breathless. "I need more. Please. I want—"

"What do you want," Yegard asked, looking up at him from between his thighs, gaze dark and hungry. "Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you."

"I want you inside me," Ren said, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess them, face flushing hot. "Both of you. I want to feel you."

Something possessive and tender flickered across both men’s faces, and Reven leaned up to kiss him deeply while Yegard reached for the oil on the bedside table, coating his fingers generously. "Tell me if anything hurts," Yegard said quietly, and Ren nodded, breath catching as he felt the first slick touch at his entrance.

Yegard was painstakingly careful, one finger sliding in slowly, giving Ren time to adjust, to breathe through the strange, full sensation. "Okay," Ren whispered, and Yegard began to move, curling and stretching, preparing him with patient, deliberate care.

Reven continued to kiss him through it, swallowing the soft sounds Ren couldn’t contain, tongue sweeping into his mouth to muffle the gasp when a second finger joined the first, stretching him further. "You’re doing so well," Reven murmured against his lips. "So perfect."

A third finger, and Ren was panting, gripping the sheets, the sensation overwhelming but not painful, the careful preparation making him ache with anticipation rather than fear. "Ready," he managed. "I’m ready. Please."

Yegard withdrew his fingers slowly, and Ren felt the loss acutely, whining softly at the emptiness. "Shh," Reven soothed, positioning himself between Ren’s thighs while Yegard moved to kneel near Ren’s head. "We’ve got you."

Reven guided himself to Ren’s entrance, pressing slowly, carefully inside, and Ren’s breath caught at the stretch, the fullness, the sensation of being so intimately connected. "Breathe," Reven murmured, and Ren forced himself to inhale, to relax, to let Reven sink deeper until he was fully seated inside him.

"God," Ren breathed, the word escaping on a shaky exhale. "You feel—"

"Good?" Reven asked, voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"Incredible," Ren managed, and Reven began to move, slow, deep thrusts that had Ren’s eyes rolling back, a low moan building in his chest.

Yegard leaned down, capturing Ren’s mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, swallowing his moans while Reven continued his steady, driving rhythm. Ren was caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation, by the dual presence, by the sheer, overwhelming reality of being so thoroughly claimed by both men.

"More," he gasped when Yegard finally released his mouth. "Yegard, please, I want—"

Yegard shifted, moving to kneel above Ren’s face, and Ren understood, reaching up to take him in hand, guiding him to his lips. He parted for Yegard, taking him into his mouth, and the sound Yegard made — low, broken, reverent — sent a thrill through Ren’s entire body.

Reven’s thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate, hitting something inside Ren that made him cry out around Yegard’s length, body arching, trembling. "There," Reven said, voice rough, having clearly felt the reaction. "Right there, isn’t it?"

Ren couldn’t answer, mouth full, but he moaned his agreement, and Reven angled his hips, driving into that spot again and again, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Ren’s body. Yegard’s fingers tangled in Ren’s hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding, as Ren worked him with his mouth, tongue and lips moving in desperate, uncoordinated rhythm.

The pleasure was building, coiling tight in Ren’s belly, the dual stimulation overwhelming every sense. He was lost, drowning, every nerve ending alive and singing, and the sounds escaping him were wanton, desperate, muffled only by Yegard’s length in his mouth.

"I’m close," Reven warned, voice strained, and Ren moaned in response, the vibration of it drawing a shuddering groan from Yegard above him.

"Together," Yegard managed, and Ren understood, reaching down to stroke himself in time with Reven’s thrusts, the added stimulation sending him hurtling toward the edge.

It hit him like a wave, crashing over him without warning, and Ren cried out, body convulsing, pleasure ripping through him in overwhelming, shattering waves. The sensation of his release triggered Reven’s, the man groaning deeply as he spilled inside Ren, and Yegard followed moments later, Ren’s mouth working him through it, swallowing everything he had to give.

For a long moment, none of them moved, the only sound in the room the harsh, ragged breathing of three bodies slowly coming down from the heights of pleasure. Then Reven withdrew carefully, settling beside Ren, while Yegard lowered himself to the other side, both men immediately pulling Ren into their arms, holding him close.

"Are you alright," Reven asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Ren’s temple.

"More than alright," Ren managed, voice hoarse, a soft, contented smile curving his lips. "That was—"

"Perfect," Yegard finished, and Ren felt warmth spread through him at the word, at the sincerity in Yegard’s voice, at the reality of being held so tenderly by both men.

They lay together in the warm, dim quiet, tangled in each other, in the sheets, in the aftermath of something profound and intimate and deeply, deeply right. Ren felt settled in a way he never had before, safe and wanted and loved, and as he drifted toward sleep, bracketed by warmth and tenderness, he knew, with absolute certainty, that he was finally, truly home.