frost upon camellia
sylus/reader!mc | zayne/mc | mc/reader!mc 🐦⬛❄️ one shot | explicit 🔞 | 3k summary: sylus invites his two favorite hunters and one high strung doctor to blow off some steam tags: ffmm foursome, sylus pov, bi!everyone, sylus/reader/mc/zayne sandwich in that order, thigh riding, squirting, overstimulation, choking, praise kink, degradation kink notes: you/your for reader!mc, she/her for secondary mc crossposted from ao3 (original 10/09/25)
Over the years, Sylus had learned many, many ways to relieve stress. His lifestyle necessitated it. Some things served him better than others, but nothing ever cured his ails as sweetly as a visit from his hunters.
He leans back against the bedframe, arms sprawled to either side across the pillows. For now, he’s content to watch. The two of you are doing just fine without his help. In one easy swing of your legs, you straddle your hunter partner’s thighs. His duvet rucks beneath you both as you slowly rock into each other. Soft sighs float from your joining kisses.
One of her knees slides its way between you, pressing firmly to your core until it draws a blissful shudder from you.
Though a seemingly innocent readjustment, Sylus has grown familiar with your partner’s wiles. Nonetheless it’s her that whimpers at your pleasure. Always eager to please you. The sound makes you huff a laugh under your breath. Sylus’s cock twitches in his shorts.
Only one thing sours the moment for him. Zayne looms over you both grimly, a dark shadow standing just at the foot of the bed. In their years of finding their own fun together, Sylus had learned to enjoy that dour face, but even he’s grown tired of the restraint on display. At first, he had allowed the other man to play out his gloomy routine. He orbited the two of you like you were something that couldn’t be touched. Always punishing himself for wanting what he could easily reach out and have.
Fortunately for him, Sylus is a generous man. One lazy leg snakes out, nudging your ass with his shin. You swat at him but don’t turn his way. He smirks.
“Greedy, aren’t we, kitten? The doctor is patiently awaiting his turn.”
It works better than expected. Zayne’s head whips up, his frown darkening into something more severe, but before he can protest the crudity you beat him to it. Eyes fierce, you turn fully to shove at him.
“You’re being a pig,” you snap.
Ah, that’s it. As if you commanded it to do so, his cock hardens painfully. All it takes is that little nibble of attention to have him greedy for more. One arm reaches out to snatch you up. He pulls you into his lap, letting your legs fall to each side of his thigh. Even pinned against him, fiery with irritation, he can feel you clench against the muscle there. He keeps his forearm locked securely around your waist and presses your back to his chest. For now, this will have to do. By the end of the night, he’ll have time to coax more expressions from you.
He presses a soothing kiss under your ear that does nothing of the sort. The little hairs there tickle his nose. He smiles privately and you elbow his ribs.
“Patience, please. You may like what you see,” he says. Not letting you regain the upper hand, he reaches up to grip your chin. He tilts your head just slightly, directing your gaze back across the bed, then occupies himself with unclasping your bra.
“Wait-” you start, only to be struck silent at the sight. He hums contentedly.
Zayne, having dragged your partner to the edge of the bed, has her spread out in front of you. Her chest heaves, one nipple threatening to free itself from her lingerie. Once he’s set himself loose, Zayne’s focus is singular. He shoves her panties to the side, lingering just slightly on the dampness already there, and bares her cunt to you. She whimpers at the cold air on her wet lips. Sylus doesn’t miss the way Zayne smirks at the sound.
For every touch to her clit, Sylus mirrors the same to your breasts. When Zayne pinches her clit between two fingers just to wring another desperate cry from your partner, he mimics it against your nipples. You whine low in your throat and try to swallow the sound.
He chuckles, “So sweet.”
“She is,” you agree quietly, though that isn’t what he meant. You try to regain your composure, but he knows better. When you want to shiver for him, you stiffen. Instead of softening, your fingernails dig into his arm that cages you. As soon as your hips move against his leg, so small and tentative, he pretends not to notice. He’s learned to let you think your surrender is subtle.
It’s clear the moment Zayne realizes he has an audience. He tenses just briefly before throwing himself into it with renewed intensity. His hand goes to the back of your partner’s neck letting his fingers thread through her hair. He yanks her head back tightly until she looks up at him alone. Even in the dimly lit room, the two of you can see the way her glazed over eyes match her dopey smile. Zayne kisses that smile, the fingers between her legs finally plunging deep inside of her. The intensity with which he fucks her open is at odds with the tenderness he brushes against her lips.
Sylus bites down on your shoulder, not letting you grow shy in sight of their softness. You’ve given up on all pretense and ride his thigh wantonly. Wetness drags against his skin. Rather than holding you back, his arm keeps you upright as you use him to pleasure yourself. You don’t try to break free, too keen to witness your partner’s undoing by Zayne’s hand. Once or twice, your head falls back and your eyes squeeze tight just to whip back up once you remember the sight you’re missing.
When her thighs begin to tremble, so do yours. Sylus drops both hands to your hips and drags you across him harshly. One of your hands reaches back to tug at his hair. He groans. With his added momentum, you fuck his leg to the rhythm of your partner’s high, tight whines.
Zayne keeps her face firmly turned up towards him, unwilling to share even that. All of her weight leans against him, completely boneless and trusting. Inside of her, his fingers curl. To the untrained eye, he may appear indifferent, but Sylus isn’t untrained. His tie is still on, glasses perched perfectly on his nose, not even a hair where it’s not supposed to be. The only thing out of place is the bunched up roll of his sleeve. With his forearms out, his tendons flex taut as he fucks her. The slick sound of her arousal makes his jaw clench and unclench.
You turn to look back at Sylus over your shoulder. Your panting expression is almost mischievous.
“Watch,” you command, but his gaze doesn’t stray from your face. He watches you watch them and shivers at the pleasure.
It’s not Zayne’s touch, nor the ceaseless hold he has on her, but the quiet praise he whispers between them that finally shatters your partner. Her orgasm has her writhing. Zayne’s pace doesn’t slow, though he watches on raptly. He loosens his grip on her hair just enough to stroke softly over her brow as she comes apart. Your eyes are glued to the needy pulses around his fingers. Her whine pitches to nearly as a squeal as her release sprays out of her, coating Zayne’s hand with her wetness. It doesn’t stop, with each throb that runs through her she soaks the duvet, wide open to her witnesses. Zayne moans, quickly dropping the hand that was just soothing her down to her knee. When she tries to clamp her thighs together, shyness catching up to her, he forces her leg back open and fucks into her harder. She whimpers and squirms, tears rolling fat down her cheeks. Even embarrassed and overstimulated, she thrusts up to meet him.
Zayne looks up to catch your eye. It’s that look that finally snaps the coil in you. Sylus helps you along as your thrusts devolve into greedy, desperate grinding. His muscles tense against you. Every shudder that runs through you makes him needier. The soft, breathy sounds you make when you come will never be enough for him. It’s as close to trusting as you get, falling back into his chest.
Of course, he needs more. He’s never settled for less than everything. Before you’re through the aftershocks, he’s pulling his throbbing cock free. Bodily he drags you back into him, thrusting up between your legs and shuddering when he can feel your heat. Your protest is barely a formality before you’re shivering at the glide of his head against your folds. Again and again he fucks between you just to feel the way you twitch when he grazes your sensitive clit.
Your partner whines for your attention. She’s red faced and teary eyed, kneeling under the canopy. Zayne stands at her back, stunned by the force of what he dragged from her. Not entirely without his sense, he reaches out to comfort her, only to be met with your glare. Sylus doesn’t try to stop you when you pull from his lap to go to her side. He wonders if you ache at the separation just as much as he does.
For a moment, he fears that their fun might have reached its end. He watches the way you wipe her tears and coo. Both of your hands cup her cheeks, then you nod your head and gesture for Zayne to join you on the bed. He kneels there, somewhat awkwardly, until you roll your eyes at him over your partner's shoulder.
Sylus was smug to think he was the one in control of this. With ease you take over, directing everyone just where you want them.
“So pretty. You did so well,” you say quietly to the woman in front of you. Even directed at her, the soft praise makes him flush. It’s as if the room is yours, just the two of you gazing at one another. Despite the shift in atmosphere, Sylus still feels his cock jolt to attention at the sound of your voice. You press sweet little kisses to her forehead, complimenting her with each one, before your tone grows firm.
“I know you have better manners than this. You want to thank Dr. Zayne, don’t you?”
Eyes wide, pink rimmed from crying, your partner nods. Behind them, Zayne’s hand drops to the bulge in his slacks. He doesn’t do anything more than that, rubbing at his hardness. His cheeks go pink.
Sylus has little need for such self control. Feeling the voyeur and indulging in it, his fingers wrap lazily around his cock.
“Use your words, please,” you command. His grip tightens. Her response is so quick, desperate to do whatever you ask of her.
“I do!” she insists. You smile down at her indulgently. Both of your hands bracket her hips. You turn her around to face Zayne and urge her forward. Now that she has direction, she goes easily. All her shame was quickly forgotten the moment she surrendered control to you. You stay glued to her back, only interrupting to smack Zayne’s hands away from between his legs. With one hand to her lower back, you hum approvingly at your partner’s slow touch down Zayne’s chest.
She loosens his tie just enough to toss it aside, then sets to work on his buttons. With his collarbones exposed, Sylus can see just how flushed he’s gotten. At his sides, his hands bunch into fists with each stroke of her skin. Finally, she reaches his pants.
Once freed, his cock juts hard and angry between his legs. The tip is wet and shiny. Just looking at it makes your partner whine. She doesn’t have to ask. You twine your fingers through her hair, directing her head down to where you know she wants it.
“That’s it. Be good for the doctor,” is all you have to say. Unprepared for the forceful shove you give her, she kisses clumsily along his length. Zayne’s knuckles go white. Sylus is half afraid he’ll have to replace this duvet.
She regains her bearing quickly. In one swift motion, when you know she’s prepared, you firmly guide her until she swallows him down. At once, all of you moan.
Setting an even pace, you control the slow, deep drag of your partner’s mouth around him. Just when the bobs of her head steady in their rhythm, you push her harshly to the base of his member. Sylus fists furiously at himself, watching the curve of Zayne’s throat when he throws his head back. His Adam’s apple is prominent, trembling in response to the way she whimpers when she takes him. Sylus wants to lean in and bite it.
Uselessly, with nothing to ground her, your partner’s hips roll against the air. You chuckle cruelly before taking pity on her. One arm wraps around her hips. You hold her up and cup a palm against her dripping cunt.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you like this,” you say. She gasps, pushing back against the hold on her head. Her weak grind into your hand grows faster and she moans. Undeterred, you tighten your hold and force her head back where you want it.
Zayne’s own control is slipping. He spasms, fucking up into her mouth after you nod your permission. Drool drips down the length of him, sliding between his legs.
“Isn’t she a good girl?” you ask, this time directing your attention to Zayne. You take pride in it, every devoted suck and whine from the woman between you two only spurs you on more. “She’ll come just like this. I bet sucking your cock alone would be enough.”
Your partner’s whole body shivers when you talk about her. The meanness in your tone makes her and Sylus both groan. His wrist twists and he fucks into his hand. At last, you seem to remember his presence.
“And you? Where’s your manners?” you ask. He doesn’t point out the hypocrisy, that your partner dropped to her knees for Zayne but you won’t offer him the same. Instead, he tilts his head accommodatingly.
“I’ve been very rude,” he agrees. He crawls to your back then brackets you in tightly with the others. You may control their pleasure, but he’ll have you caged in just where he wants you. Without asking, the delight of taking advantage of your impatience just too enticing, he grabs you by the hips and fucks up into you smoothly. Your walls suck him in so greedily. Both of you moan.
“Tight,” he huffs. You scoff.
“Try to keep up.”
That’s the only warning you give before you fuck forward and back. You spear yourself on him, making his legs tremble, and never loosen your grip on your partner’s hair. When his pace quickens inside of you, you follow along and guide her down faster around Zayne.
Unwilling to simply be swept along, Sylus reaches up and harshly grasps one of your breasts. Your gasp rolls right through him. He hopes his fingers bruise. With his other hand, he loosely wraps finger to thumb from one pulse point to another. He doesn’t press down, just feels the way you gulp with his hand around your throat. It’s the sweetest gift of vulnerability before you rip back control and tighten around him.
An orchestra at your command, you all find a flow together quickly. Zayne’s neck has gone sweaty and pink. A strange, wistful smile lights his face then he’s reaching up towards Sylus. For a split second, he thinks Zayne means to caress him. Instead, his fingers force themselves past his lips. Sylus squeezes his eyes shut and sucks, whining from deep in his chest. The sound makes you thrust back against him harder still.
With one little tug at your wrist, Zayne tries to warn you of what’s to come. You don’t falter, only smoothly lead your partner until her nose is pressed to the softness of his stomach. She gags, filled, before swallowing him down. Zayne’s grunts are quiet as he comes.
When he pumps into her mouth, hitting deep into her throat, she moans. To some secret count, you let him release inside of her with one, two, three broken breaths before you yank her head back. The last pulses of his orgasm shoot from him, painting her cheeks and eyelashes in his release. Her own orgasm hits her when his cockhead pops loose, bobbing against her lips. Her tongue peeks out, catching what she can between pink lips. You look down at her fucked-dumb, cum-stained face as it twists in ecstasy and clamp down around Sylus violently.
He should pull out. He even tries, against every tiny piece of him wishing otherwise, but you follow him back before he can. Spurred on, he pounds into you faster and sucks hard around Zayne’s fingers while you clench and unclench on his cock. The heat of your release, the slick way he slides in deeper, finally overtakes him. At once, his mind goes white. His grip on you tightens, freeing breathy whimpers from your lips, and he spills inside of you. He grinds deeply, filling you, then pulls out just enough to coat your folds. Slowly, he fucks back in. Each catch of his cockhead at your opening makes goosebumps run down your shoulders. The way he drips out of you, coating his own cock, mesmerizes him. His fingers go down to meet his length, stretching you further. In and out he goes, even when the stimulation makes an ache build in his spine. You shiver and squirm and still he manages to catch your smirk over your shoulder. His devotion pleases you. Another victory under your belt.
Feeling the loss of it, Sylus finally slips out of you.
At once, you all loosen together, releasing a unified breath. You spin your partner around and let her head fall sleepily into Zayne’s lap. Unsubtly, he wipes his drool covered fingers on the bed set before he reaches down to stroke her cheek, praising her just as you had earlier. She hums at the attention, her eyes fluttering closed then she nuzzles at his softening member and presses a small kiss to his foreskin.
Once settled, you turn to smile at Sylus properly, like he’s in on it with you. Perhaps you shared more of your control with him than he realizes. He’s all but lost his senses to you. His answering smile is fonder than you’ll ever let him verbalize.
“And here you thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up,” he says.













