The meal ended with muted clinks of chopsticks and porcelain, but the air between the three was still taut, stretched thin like a bowstring.
Yu rose first, gathering plates with practiced ease. Callen half-lifted a hand, then thought better of it—his muscles still sore, pride stung too raw from Yu's earlier threat to risk irritating him further. Adrian shifted in his seat, clearly wanting to offer help but every careful movement betrayed how tight and aching his body still was.
"I'll take care of it."
Yu said before either could speak, his voice brisk, dismissing protest before it formed. He whisked away dishes, the rhythm of running water and clinking cutlery filling the silence that lingered after.
From the couch, Callen sprawled like a sulking cat, his phone balanced loosely in one hand. But his sharp green eyes tracked Yu's every move, the sway of his hair, the curve of his back as he leaned over the sink.
Adrian sat rigidly at the table, his long fingers tightening into a trembling fist. He hated the distance, hated that Yu was there, tending to their mess while he could do nothing but watch, his body too heavy, too sore to move properly.
When Yu finally finished—drying the last bowl and placing it neatly on the rack—he wiped his hands on a towel, then pulled his notebook from his bag. His tone lightened, deliberate, breaking the tension.
"Callen. More French tonight? I need phrases I can actually use."
Callen's mood flipped on a dime, a smirk tugging at his lips. He patted the cushion beside him.
"Thought you'd never ask. C'mon, I'll make you fluent in no time."
Yu settled on the couch, flipping the notebook open across his knees, pen poised. Callen leaned in with a lazy confidence, his arm draping casually along the backrest behind Yu. Already his mind was running—alone time, at last.
But then came the scrape of a chair.
Adrian.
He shuffled stiffly across the room, every step measured like an old man fighting gravity, until he lowered himself into his favorite armchair. His jaw clenched as he sank down with a quiet hiss of pain. He opened a book from the table beside him, posture the picture of composure. To anyone else, it looked like quiet study.
But the sharp cut of his gaze wasn't on the page.
It was on Yu.
Every flick of a pen, every soft murmur of French words under Callen's breath, every shift of Yu's expression—Adrian catalogued them all, silent, simmering, his book nothing but a shield.
Yu, caught between them, could almost feel the heat of their attention like fire on his skin.
He sat primly on the couch, notebook balanced across his knees, the faint scratch of pen against paper the only sound at first. Callen leaned in close, his shoulder brushing Yu's, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with soap curling faintly in the air.
"Repeat after me…"
Callen said, low and smooth, his lips curling in that familiar grin.
"Tu es tout pour moi."
Yu murmured the phrase back, pen hovering midair. His mouth was precise, careful.
Callen tsked softly.
"Non, no, no. You've got to let it roll. Looser."
He leaned closer, his hand sliding up until his fingers rested against Yu's jaw. He tilted it with ease, thumb grazing the corner of Yu's lips.
"Like this—round it out."
Yu flushed faintly, eyes narrowing, but he didn't push Callen's hand away. He repeated the phrase again, more breath than word, the vowels soft and pliant.
"That's it."
Callen praised, his grin widening.
"Now—Je veux t'embrasser."
Yu's brows knitted.
"And that means?"
Callen smirked, his thumb still brushing Yu's jaw as if sculpting the shape of the words out of him.
"It means, 'I want to kiss you.'"
Yu froze, pen trembling.
"You—"
"Relax."
Callen's tone was easy, playful.
"It's just practice."
He coaxed the phrase from Yu's lips again, guiding his jaw with gentle, lingering pressure until Yu gave in, repeating the words, voice low.
The air thickened.
Across the room, Adrian sat motionless in his armchair, the book open across his lap untouched. His dark gaze was steady, unblinking, simmering. He could see every brush of Callen's thumb, every subtle lean closer, every soft sound leaving Yu's mouth.
His fingers tightened on the book until the leather creaked. His breathing slowed, controlled, but his jaw flexed with silent restraint.
Callen, aware of the weight of Adrian's stare but refusing to acknowledge it, leaned even closer, his lips almost grazing Yu's ear as he whispered another phrase. Yu's pen stilled. His cheeks were warm.
The triangle thickened like storm clouds.
Yu, trapped between playful pressure on one side and silent hunger on the other, tried to focus on the words on the page, but the room felt as though it might ignite at any moment.
Yu's handwriting grew messy as Callen leaned closer, his voice warm in his ear, coaxing him into each phrase.
"Repeat this one…"
Callen purred.
"Baise-moi."
"Baise-moi."
Yu echoed softly, pen scratching down the sound.
"Good. That means… 'fuck me.'"
Callen grinned, watching Yu's pen jerk to a halt.
Yu blinked, wide-eyed.
"You—you could've said that before—"
"Next one…"
Callen cut in smoothly, his tone teasing, savoring Yu's fluster.
"Plus fort."
"Plus fort."
Yu repeated, cheeks pink.
"That's 'harder.'"
Callen's thumb lingered along Yu's jaw, grazing the skin below his lip.
Yu froze, but his lips still moved when Callen whispered.
"Encore."
"Encore."
Yu said carefully.
"'More.'"
Another phrase. Another repetition.
And then—
"Je veux ta bite."
"Je veux ta bite."
Yu murmured, pen stuttering as he wrote.
Callen chuckled low, eyes glinting.
"That's 'I want cock.'"
Yu's hand snapped the notebook shut, ears scarlet.
"You—!"
But Callen only leaned closer, smug.
"Last one, promise. Ne t'arrête pas."
Yu sighed through his nose, flustered but resigned.
"Ne t'arrête pas."
Callen smirked.
"That's 'don't stop.'"
Silence rang. Yu's blush burned high on his cheeks, his lips parted in a sharp inhale as realization sank in.
From across the room came a sound—Adrian's book snapping shut. The echo was loud, final.
Both Yu and Callen turned toward him.
Adrian stood slowly, his movements deliberate, the faint stiffness in his muscles overshadowed by the weight in his stare.
"That's enough."
His voice was low, edged, dangerous.
Callen's grin faltered for a flicker, then returned, wider, smugger.
"What? We're just studying. Yu's a quick learner."
He dragged the words out, his hand still casually resting against Yu's jaw like a claim.
Yu shifted uncomfortably, trying to pry Callen's hand away, but Callen held it tightly in place, daring Adrian with the gesture.
Adrian stepped forward, closing the distance, the air thick as a storm about to break. His eyes locked on Callen, but his hand reached out—cupping Yu's hand, firm but careful, pulling him slightly back toward himself.
"Enough games."
The tension cracked like lightning.
Yu, caught between them, his heart hammering, stammered.
"I—I really was just learning French!"
His voice wavered, his Incubus instincts stirring under the suffocating weight of two rival hungers aimed squarely at him.
Callen leaned in closer, his lips near Yu's temple, defiance in every line of his body.
"Then maybe next lesson, we'll do a little demonstration."
Adrian's jaw clenched.
"Over my dead body."
His grip on Yu's hand tightened, protective, possessive.
Yu's breath hitched, his eyes flicking between them, panic clawing at his ribs. This triangle had boiled past simmering—it was ready to erupt.
The air cracked.
The weight of both of them pressing against him—Callen's careless hand at his jaw, Adrian's grip on his hand—snapped into something dangerous, both of them pulling, claiming, tearing—two gravitational pulls tearing him apart. Yu's pulse thrashed in his ears. His breath stuttered.
"Let go, Wright."
And then it all broke—violently.
Callen lunged first this time, palm slamming into Adrian's shoulder with enough force to send him half a step back. Adrian's jaw clenched, the motion sharp, a warning. But Callen only laughed, a wild breathless sound edged with something ugly.
"You don't get to tell me what to do in my own damn house!"
Callen snarled, every word dripping wounded pride and fury.
"It's not your house!"
Adrian shot back, stepping in, no hesitation, no fear. His voice was low, lethal, like a blade sliding free of its sheath.
"And you don't get to use him like that!"
Adrian shoved him back—hard—this time, and Callen hit the edge of the couch before rebounding forward, grabbing Adrian's collar. Adrian's hand snapped up, catching Callen's wrist, locking them in a shaking, straining deadlock.
"Stop it!"
Yu cried, voice cracking, panic spiking so sharply it rattled his bones. He tried to wedge himself between them, but Callen's shoulder knocked him sideways. His legs buckled, and he stumbled back, trembling.
"Just—stop!"
But neither so much as flinched.
They didn't hear him.
Callen bared his teeth.
"What are you, his guard dog now? Please. I've been with Yu already—I know exactly what he likes."
The words hit Adrian like a lit match to oil. His expression twisted, eyes narrowing to something dangerous—almost feral.
"If you think that…"
Adrian said, voice shaking with the effort to stay controlled.
"Then you don't know him at all."
Their bodies collided—fist slamming into forearm, a knee bracing, the thud of impact echoing through the small room. Adrian tried to force Callen back; Callen twisted, hooking a hand behind Adrian's neck as if to drag him down, to crush him into the floor with sheer rage.
Yu's breath came in shallow, broken gasps. The sound of them hitting furniture, the low curses, the scrape of feet on the floor—it all blurred into a storm.
He couldn't breathe.
His vision tunneled.
And before he even understood he was speaking, the words tore out of him, sharp and desperate, his voice trembling like something on the verge of breaking—
"DK01, what do I do!?"
A crisp, cold reply filled his head.
[There is an item. Incense. Ten JP. It may diffuse the situation.]
Yu didn't think. He acted.
His vision burst with lilac light, the translucent system screen fluttering open, invisible to everyone else. His fingers scrolled, frantic, until he spotted it.
[Incense…]
He clicked.
[-10 JP]
The weight of something cool and smooth dropped into his palm.
An incense stick.
His breath caught. It didn't hesitate—the incense snapped itself to life, the small flame devouring the tip until smoke unfurled in delicate, pink coils. It drifted fast, too fast, filling the air, curling around the three of them.
The fight faltered.
Callen's movements stuttered, his hands half-lifted. Adrian's fists loosened, his glare wavering.
And then—they both turned, slowly, toward Yu.
Their eyes were glazed. Their breaths came ragged. Their chests rose and fell like they'd run miles.
Yu blinked, confused.
"W–why are you—"
[Perhaps, Host…]
DK01's voice hummed dryly in his head.
[You should read the description of the item you just purchased.]
Yu's stomach dropped. He whipped the lilac screen back open, his eyes scanning the tiny lettering.
[Incense of Crimson Desire— Dark resin incense that, when lit, fills the air with a scent like warm skin, spilled wine, and smoke. Beings who breathe it grow feverish with lust over the course of mere seconds, their inhibitions crumbling until they beg for the incubus by name—even if they've never learned it.]
[Duration: 24 hours.
Effect: Sharpens lust with all beings within a 10 feet radius. Increases intensity of sexual encounters. Ingredients mimic strong aphrodisiac properties.
Warning: prolonged exposure may overwhelm targets entirely.]
Yu's blood drained.
"This is—this is my sex incense!?"
"Correct."
DK01's voice was far too calm, far too clinical.
"Best of luck. I'll be going on standby mode now."
"WHAT—"
But Yu didn't have time to scream the rest, because both men—Callen and Adrian—were looking at him now.
At him.
Their eyes hazy. Their lips parted. Their hunger sharp as knives.
Yu stumbled back, shaking his head, words caught in his throat.
"No—no, wait—!"
He tripped.
His back hit the couch, his legs sprawled, his notebook slipping to the floor with a thud. His hair spilled like a curtain over the cushions, his chest rising fast as he looked up at them.
The room was painted in the hazy, shimmering pink glow of the smoke, his breath catching as the footsteps drew closer.
Both men, their shadows closing in.
And DK01's voice, before it vanished into standby—cold, clipped, almost amused—warned.
[Good luck, Host. You're going to need it.]
The pink haze thickened, clinging to the air, cloying and heavy. Yu barely had the chance to push himself up from the cushions when Callen's weight was on him first—his mouth hot and reckless, lips crushing against Yu's own. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, Callen's hunger sharp enough to make Yu gasp into him.
That gasp was all Adrian needed.
Strong arms hooked under Yu's waist, shifting him, dragging him back until his spine was flush against Adrian's chest. Yu was lifted, cradled, pinned all at once—Adrian's teeth dragging down the soft curve of his neck, biting, tugging at the lobe of his ear until muffled cries slipped free against Callen's mouth.
Hands—too many hands—tore at him. Callen yanking at the hem of his shirt, tugging it over Yu's head with little care for seams. Adrian's fingers were harsher, working down his waistband, shoving fabric lower and lower until the bare heated skin of his small cock met the open air.
Yu writhed, helpless in the press of their bodies. His long brown hair tangled against Adrian's hands; his lips swollen under Callen's greedy claim.
And everywhere, everywhere—
Marks.
The bruised reminders Theo had left on him the night before.
Both men stilled at once when their eyes caught them—the dark blotches scattered over his collarbone, down his chest, across the soft skin of his sides.
A silence thickened.
Then it shattered.
They seethed.
Callen dove down, latching onto a mark and sucking hard enough to pull a gasp straight from Yu's lungs, as if trying to erase it by sheer force. Adrian's mouth followed, covering the next one, biting until Yu jolted and his head fell back onto Adrian's shoulder, his throat bared.
They overlapped—mouths crossing paths, fighting silently over territory as their lips and teeth moved against Yu's fevered skin.
Pinned between them, naked, Yu could do nothing but writhe and gasp, his body shuddering under the twin assault. Their hands roamed ceaselessly, sliding over his chest, tugging at his thighs, gripping the soft curve of his hips until he thought he'd snap.
The incense swirled tighter around them, deepening every touch, every kiss, every gasp into something rawer, hungrier, more unbearable.
Yu's voice broke, a muffled moan caught between Callen's lips and Adrian's teeth against his throat.
He was theirs—at least in this moment, pinned and claimed, every mark rewritten, every breath stolen.
Yu didn't notice the exact moment his body surrendered completely.
At first it was pure overload:
Callen's mouth devouring his from the front, tongue fucking deep into him like he was starving for it, while Adrian's canines scraped slow, deliberate lines along the column of his throat, promising to bite. Hands everywhere—rough palms dragging over his nipples, fingers twisting them until they throbbed, others prying his thighs wider, spreading him open like a prize. The heavy incense had already melted his will; he was naked, shaking, dripping with sweat and slick between two predators who had decided he belonged to them tonight.
Then the impossible happened.
Two thick cocks pressed against his entrance at once, blunt heads forcing in together, stretching his rim until it burned white-hot. Yu screamed, raw and broken, the sound punched out of him as they breached him in one merciless push. The pain flipped instantly into blinding pleasure; his untouched cock jerked hard and he came untouched, ropes of cum splattering across Callen's stomach while his hole spasmed wildly around the double invasion.
Hazel eyes bled crimson.
Their essence flooded him at the same moment, twin torrents of raw life-force pouring straight into his greedy incubus core. Callen tasted like molten spice and smoke, scorching down his throat, pooling hot behind his balls. Adrian was colder, deeper—like saltwater and storm, surging through every vein until Yu's whole body lit up, trembling on the knife-edge of too much.
They started moving.
No coordination, just raw, animal need. Callen snapped his hips hard and fast, cock dragging over Yu's prostate with every brutal thrust, forcing punched-out cries from his swollen lips. Adrian countered with slow, grinding rolls, burying himself to the root and holding there, forcing Yu to feel every inch of him pulsing alongside Callen's frantic rhythm. Two cocks sliding against each other inside him, rubbing slick and obscene, stretching him so wide he felt split open and still begged with his body for more.
Callen growled, jealous, and slammed in deeper, making Yu's back arch off Adrian's chest. Adrian snarled in answer, one hand snaking around to fist Yu's spent cock, stroking him roughly back to aching hardness while he pistoned in long, punishing strokes that made wet, filthy sounds echo through the haze.
Yu was gone. Head thrown back against Adrian's shoulder, mouth slack and drooling, tears streaking down his cheeks from the intensity. Every thrust sent sparks exploding behind his eyes; every drag of those cocks inside him lit his nerves on fire. He clawed at whatever skin he could reach—Callen's back, Adrian's thigh—nails raking red lines, hips rolling helplessly to meet them, chasing the next overwhelming surge.
"C-can't—"
He sobbed, voice cracked and wrecked, but his body betrayed him completely, inner walls clamping down like a vice, milking both cocks in greedy, rhythmic pulses that dragged guttural moans from the men using him.
He could take it. He would take it. He needed them to break him apart and fill him until there was nothing left but the taste of their pleasure burning him alive from the inside.
DK01's voice cut sharply into the fog, warning, calculating.
[Drain—critical. Host—exceeding—safe—capacity. If—not—restored—]
Yu couldn't listen. He was drowning in sensation, torn between terror of draining them dry and the intoxicating taste of two cocks brimmed with vitality feeding him at once. The incense thickened around him, pink smoke curling like ribbons, until all he could do was writhe in their grip, caught in a storm of hands, lips, heat, and hunger.
Yu's entire world dissolved into a haze of slick skin, pounding hips, and the wet, filthy slap of flesh on flesh. His voice was shredded raw, nothing but broken sobs and desperate, slutty moans spilling from his swollen lips, each sound making the two men inside him fuck him harder, like they were trying to punish him for how good he felt.
They used him like a battlefield.
Adrian's thick cock drove in with slow, crushing force, splitting Yu open and forcing him forward until his face was buried in Callen's sweat-drenched chest. Before he could even breathe, Callen snarled and snapped his hips like a jackhammer, ramming back in so hard Yu's whole body jolted, impaled again on Adrian's waiting length. Back and forth they dragged him, two massive cocks sawing in and out of his wrecked, greedy hole, rubbing against each other through the thin wall of his body, stretching him so wide he could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein.
He should have been torn in half. Instead his incubus nature purred like a cat in heat, drinking down every savage thrust, every hot flood of pre-cum they leaked inside him. Their essence poured into him in waves:
Adrian's dark, icy vitality coiling around Callen's blazing wildfire until Yu's blood sang with it, drunk on the taste of both of them at once. He clawed at Callen's back, raked bleeding lines down Adrian's forearms, hips rolling shamelessly to chase the pleasure, his Incubus soul screamed.
More, more, more~
Adrian lost patience first. He growled low, locked an arm around Yu's shoulders from behind, and started fucking him in brutal, punishing strokes that punched the air from Yu's lungs and made his cock slap wetly against Callen's stomach. Callen bared his teeth and answered with a frenzy of short, vicious thrusts that battered Yu's prostate until he screamed, eyes rolling back, another orgasm ripped out of him without warning. Cum streaked across Callen's abs in thick ropes while Yu's hole clenched so hard both men groaned like they were dying.
They didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
Hands were everywhere:
Rough fingers twisting his raw, swollen nipples until he sobbed, mouths sucking fresh bruises into his throat, his collarbones, the tender skin behind his knees. Teeth sank into his shoulder, his inner thigh, the curve where neck met shoulder, marking him over and over until he was painted in purple and red. Someone's thumb shoved into his mouth and he sucked it desperately, drooling around it like it was another cock.
Again and again they forced him over the edge. His cock was spent, aching, leaking nothing but clear fluid now, but still they milked climax after climax out of him, his body shaking and spasming around the two cocks still stretching him obscenely wide. Every time he came, his walls fluttered and squeezed, dragging guttural curses from both men as they fought to out-fuck each other inside his sloppy, cum-soaked heat.
Yu's head lolled back against Adrian's shoulder, tears and spit streaking his face, crimson-tinted eyes glazed and blissful. Another orgasm crashed through him, harder than the last, and he wailed, back arching like a bow as his body tried to pull both cocks impossibly deeper.
They answered with savage thrusts, hips snapping in brutal unison for one perfect, devastating moment, both buried to the hilt, pulsing, flooding him with heat.
Yu shattered.
And still, still, he begged with every trembling inch of his body for them never to stop.
The air was so thick with incense that every breath tasted like raw lust poured straight down their throats. It burned in their lungs, coiled around their cocks, and turned two proud men into snarling, possessive beasts who only cared about one thing:
Proving whose claim on Yu ran deeper.
Adrian's hand clamped around Yu's throat from behind, fingers digging in just enough to feel the frantic flutter of his pulse. He dragged Yu backward, impaling him hard on his own thick length until Yu's spine bowed and a broken wail tore free.
"Mine!"
Adrian growled against Yu's ear, voice rough with restraint having finally snapped.
"No one else, hah! Only mine! God!"
Callen's eyes flashed molten emerald, lips peeling back in a feral grin. He shoved forward without mercy, forcing his cock further alongside Adrian's in one brutal thrust that made Yu's whole body jerk like a puppet with its strings yanked. The stretch was obscene; Yu sobbed, drooling, as both heads popped past his prostate together.
"Bullshit!"
Callen hissed, gripping Yu's hips hard enough to bruise bone. He rolled his hips in a vicious circle, grinding deep, stirring them both inside that slick, clutching heat.
"Not yours! Mine, hah—hole's, not yours! Fuck! Begging me—ruin him."
Yu couldn't even form words anymore; only high, desperate cries as they started moving again, this time deliberately out of sync, each trying to out-fuck the other inside the same wrecked body.
Adrian snarled and snapped his hips harder, slow and punishing, forcing Yu down until his chest was crushed against Callen's.
"Hah! I'm better! Fuck—make, ugh—can't, fucking, walk."
Callen answered by grabbing a fistful of Yu's hair and yanking his head back, exposing his throat so he could bite down hard on the opposite side Adrian had already marked.
"Tomorrow! Hah, uh—"
He laughed, dark and breathless, pounding in short, savage strokes that punched the air from Yu's lungs.
"Dripping—fuck—my cum! Hah, Just—warm-up! Oh fuck—"
Yu's entire world narrowed to the brutal drag of two cocks fighting for space inside him, rubbing against each other through his spasming walls, every thrust a fresh claim. Tears streamed down his face; his own cock, red and angry, leaked steadily against Callen's stomach.
Adrian's grip turned vicious. He hooked an arm under Yu's knee, spreading him wider, angling him so Callen's next thrust glanced off Adrian's shaft instead of seating fully. Callen cursed and retaliated by shoving three fingers alongside their cocks, stretching Yu further, forcing a raw scream from his throat.
"Greedy—ha, little—ha, slut! Take more, ugh! Fu—hah!"
Callen taunted, voice ragged.
"Yu! S-ay uh—whose cock, hah—better!?"
Adrian's teeth sank into Yu's shoulder until he tasted blood.
"Say—ha my—ha name! Ah—when you, ha—come again! Amnit!"
He snarled, driving in so deep Yu's vision whited out.
"Scream it! Shit—so hah, hah! He knows who owns—Yu! Ugh, god! Yes! Hah—"
Yu couldn't choose. Didn't want to. The jealousy rolling off them was its own aphrodisiac, feeding straight into his incubus hunger. He clenched down deliberately, inner muscles rippling around both cocks in a slow, milking wave.
They both broke at the same time.
Callen's rhythm stuttered, a guttural—
"Fuck!"
—ripping from his throat every other thrust. Adrian's hips jerked hard enough to lift Yu clean off the surface beneath them. Their eyes locked over Yu's trembling shoulder, pure loathing and lust blazing between them.
And then, in one perfect, hated moment of unity, they slammed in together, balls-deep, cocks pulsing side by side as they both came with savage roars, flooding Yu so full that thick rivulets of cum immediately leaked out around them, dripping down his thighs.
Yu shattered between them, a wordless scream tearing loose as his own ruined orgasm was dragged out of him again, body milking them dry while they glared murder at each other across his sweat-soaked skin.
Neither pulled out.
Neither yielded.
The incense still burned.
And the war for who Yu truly belonged to was nowhere near finished.
It was madness. It was bliss. And Yu, caught between them, only knew he never wanted it to stop.
Time lost its meaning.
Yu had no idea if minutes or hours had passed—their rhythm never ceased, only shifted, only redoubled. Every time one man faltered, the other surged. Every time Yu thought he was wrung dry, another tremor coursed through his belly and he was pulled into release again, his own sounds ricocheting off the walls until they were nothing but background noise to the thrum of flesh, the slap of hips, the heat of their mouths and teeth.
His Incubus instincts had long since seized the reins, pulling greedily at every drop, every ounce of vitality that Adrian and Callen bled into him. The taste was exquisite—so rich, so filling—yet maddeningly not enough. He wanted more. His body screamed for more. His glowing eyes fluttered open and shut as his head lolled, too dazed, too drunk on the feast to tell his own will apart from his hunger.
The two men fought even now, through him. Adrian's relentless, punishing thrusts slammed Yu forward, only for Callen's frantic, fevered pace to shove him back again. Their hands tangled, their teeth clashed against his skin, both of them bent on marking him, owning him. Yu writhed in the middle, breathless, wracked with shivers as another climax shuddered through him, wringing his body tight around them both.
And then—
It hit.
The incense's pink haze, once thick and smothering, had thinned almost imperceptibly until its last threads dissolved into the air. But in that final moment, the three of them crested together. Adrian and Callen both roared, guttural, broken sounds, rutting and grinding until their seed spilled deep inside him at the same instant, a blinding, body-shaking flood that stole their strength even as Yu's climax snapped with it. His scream tore raw from his throat, back arched, hips trembling, as he drank in their release with a bliss so sharp it was agony.
When it was over, they collapsed into a tangle of limbs. Sweat soaked into the couch cushions and smeared over the floor. Seed slicked their bellies, their thighs, their skin. Their breath was ragged, their bodies trembling, their eyes glazed.
But Yu…
Yu was still awake. Still glowing faintly. Still wanting more. His chest rose and fell with greedy, restless hunger. The haze had cleared, the incense had burned to nothing, and the men lay drained and ruined on either side of him. Yet his Incubus soul screamed for another taste, another thrust, another hour, another day.
And in the silence of the aftermath, Yu realized—he could keep going.
He still wasn't satisfied.