#zylus

But then there's Sylus' words. And when it comes to those, Zayne's a goner. He's used to you being forward in your affections with him but he can't help but clear his throat at Sylus' double entendres and flirty quips, or feel heat in his abdomen when Sylus uses his drawling rasp;

"You’re always so tense, Z. Want me to loosen you up?";

"Those medical texts aren't doing anything to put you to sleep. Maybe you need something that penetrates deeper... into that overactive mind of yours.";

"I know you're the doctor, but maybe you need someone else to prescribe your... treatment tonight.";

It’s not long before it becomes a subconscious thing for Zayne — seeking out Sylus whenever he jolts awake at night. Zayne's very adamant that it’s because he doesn’t want to disturb you in bed though (sure baby boy);

But there's something about Sylus’ ruthless teasing and the mind games they play that has him tired out within an hour of even the worst of his nightmares;

And he'd never admit it out loud but sometimes, Zayne falls back asleep imagining the satisfaction he'd get from finally silencing the Onychinus leader's teasing by stuffing his cock down his throat;

Of course Sylus can tell when Zayne’s frustration and tension finally snaps. His new favorite thing is seeing Zayne try to resist him before he gives up and crawls back into bed;

Sylus knows exactly how to wear him down. Sometimes, it’s pulling the book from Zayne's hand with his evol, only to say "Careful, doctor. Grabbing it like that might get you into trouble,” when Zayne reaches over to snatch it back;

Sometimes he sneaks up behind Zayne, kissing the back of his neck while his Evol tugs Zayne's hips back against him;

Cut to Zayne, pants pulled down to his ankles, legs over Sylus's shoulder, getting the best fuckin blow job of his life. Sylus holding onto his thighs, refusing to let the doctor hesitate to squeeze around his head. Zayne's hand in Sylus's hair, pulling and tugging and trying to keep some semblance of control;

Zayne throwing his head back against the couch, breath choked in his throat, hand tight in Sylus's hair to keep his nose pressed to his stomach, but then Sylus pulls off of him. It's frustrating, it draws unexpected noises from him. And Sylus just smirks and says he promised to tire him out, kissing all up his hip and legs; (credit to @leighsartworks216 for these pieces of genius).

On particularly bad nights, Zayne goes to the balcony to catch his breath and some cold air to calm himself down. One night Sylus, effortlessly smug with the phone at his ear, at work, uses his evol to force Zayne to his knees. "Handle it today," he says to the person on the phone, "you know how I like to put men in their place.";

Speaking of, Sylus loooves edging Zayne. Leaving him a panting, writhing mess, pulling away just when Zayne’s hand tightens in his hair or his breath hitches in his throat. “I said I’d tire you out, but I never said I’d make it easy.”;

For a guy who doesn't say much, Zayne's vocal and very demanding in the heat of the moment - which wakes you up sometimes.

Knowing all about Sylus' scheme to tire Zayne out, you love sliding into bed hand pressed to his chest, "Doctor Zayne, your heart is racing, maybe we need to do some tests?" Sylus chuckles darkly, watching Zayne’s eyes flutter between both of you. The idea of you both teaming up to tire him out finally makes Zayne’s control slip;

Zayne was never very vocal insofar as moaning, but with every slap of Sylus's hips against his ass, breathy whimpers rose from his throat. Gasps of air, choked up and shaking with pleasure. He reaches back and holds onto your arms, trying not to hold on too tightly for fear of hurting you. You brush his hair back from his face, caressing his flushed cheeks. He's so beautiful like this, glistening with sweat and eyes glazed over as he watches his stiff cock bounce against his stomach in tandem with Sylus's movements.

"You sound so beautiful, my love," you coo sweet praise by his ear. He's putty in your hands, a little doll for you and your other consort to play with. So easily do you tilt his head back, until his Adam's apple cranes toward the ceiling and his eyes hazily focus on you. "So pretty..."

You swallow his gasp while you thumb circles around a pert nipple, pinching it between your fingers. His back arches away from the plush of your bed, seeking more. Sylus strokes along his side, petting up along his ribs. "And he's being such a good boy tonight. Don't you agree, Your Highness?"

You hum, pulling away from Zayne's mouth. Saliva glistens in a silver strand, coats his lips, tastes as sweet as the grapes he ate earlier. "He is," you agree. You push your thumb into his mouth. He sucks on it greedily, lapping at the pad of it like a dog. You pull it out with a wet pop, and rub the slick over the pretty pink bud once more, rolling it under your thumb as you finally draw a breathy moan from his throat. "What do you want for being such a good boy?"

"Taste..." he pants. His whole body shudders as he rolls his hips to meet one of Sylus's thrusts, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Taste you, my lady... Please, I beg, let me taste you..."

With a small gesture, Sylus slows considerably. His large cock drags slowly out of Zayne's needy hole, until only the tip remains inside, before just as slowly pushing it back in. It's torture. Slow, beautiful torture. Zayne's chest heaves with pleading pants, stomach coated in the sticky precum leaking from his flushed head.

"Is that really what you want, darling?"

He nods, a tear or two finally breaking free as he aches for Sylus to ravage him again like before. Yearns to feel so close to cumming just from being fucked and cradled alone, without either of his lovers giving attention to his weeping cock.

You brush the tears away and kiss him chastely on his lips. "As you wish, my love."

He releases your arms. As you slide out from under his head, Sylus cradles Zayne's neck and leans over the man to kiss him deeply. The slick precum clings to Sylus's own stomach where it touches him. His tongue pushes deep into his partner's mouth, swallowing every sound he makes as he rolls his hips in gentle thrusts. Sylus's grunts and groans mix with Zayne's breathy sounds; both only serve to add to your desire.

You tangle your fingers in white hair and tug. It hurts, sure, but your consort has always enjoyed the pain, especially when you use it to command him in the bedroom. He starts to straighten back up, but you don't let him. Halfway up, he has to rest his hand on Zayne's chest to support himself as you kiss him roughly.

Zayne watches in a daze. The way your throats bob and tongues meet before each kiss, teeth bite at lips and pull. The furrow in Sylus's brow as he tries leaning more into you despite the pull on his hair. It's addicting. There is always something so arousing when he gets the opportunity to watch his partners enjoy each other. Something that challenges the natural possessiveness he keeps locked away, tamed only by the fact that he is a partner to you both. How could he be jealous of his own partners when he himself is just as loved and doted on by either of you?

When you finally release Sylus, his face is flushed and a smirk dances on his lips. He straightens out, returning his hold to Zayne's hip and spread legs, as you position yourself to straddle over his face. You smell divine. Saccharine and sinful. His hands grab your hips and sit you onto his awaiting mouth before you can do it yourself.

You moan at the sudden wet heat licking you. The unholy sounds of slurping as he drinks every drop of slick from your pussy. Sylus even groans at the delicious noises. "Ah- I thought this was a good boy?" You grind your cunt down onto his face. He laps at your swollen clit as his nose swipes against your dripping hole. You rest your hands on his abs for support. "Yet he takes more than his master is willing to give him."

"You blame a dog for lunging for the bone held before him?" Sylus teases. Sweat beads at his forehead, creates trails down his chest. The effort it takes not to speed up once more and take his fill is evident in the way he grips the pale flesh of your lover, digging fingertips in so harsh they will leave bruises later. "The poor pet only wanted his treat."

You huff, playing annoyed, but you can't fight your grin or your arousal any longer. "Then let's treat him, shall we?" You give Sylus a nod. Immediately, he draws back and rams forward into Zayne, so harshly his whole body shifts against the bed. His pace doesn't relent. The gleam of lubricating oil decorates his veiny cock as it pistons in and out of his tight hole. Zayne is caught between a whine and a moan as he doubles down in his efforts to taste and please you.

Sylus hooks Zayne's leg over his shoulder to reach deeper than before. Hand now free from holding said leg, he grabs your jaw and draws you into another kiss.

It's always a fight for dominance against him. You may be the Royal Highness, you may sit upon your throne, he may just be a consort - but that all means nothing in here. You fight for your own right to rule the bedroom.

He bites your lip harshly, nearly breaking the soft skin, before sucking it between his lips. You suck his upper lip into your mouth, biting just as harshly on his cupid's bow. Angling his head, he kisses you deeply, delving his tongue into your mouth, eager to claim his dominance over you tonight.

Maybe you put up a good fight, or maybe you choose to let him win. Regardless, the outcome is the same. He draws from you, hand roughly holding the back of your neck to push your face down, until you are face to face with Zayne's needy cock.

"Return the favor to our beloved," he commands in a growl. "Lick him."

Zayne can feel your cunt clench around his tongue from his order. Your hands support yourself on his thigh and hip as you obey. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the head, sucking lightly at his dripping slit and prodding it with the tip of tour tongue.

"Good, Your Highness. How much can you take of him tonight, I wonder?"

His hand releases your neck to grip your hair. You have just enough time to open your mouth wide and relax your throat before you're shoved down onto his cock. It twitches against the back of your throat, blocks your airway, nearly makes you gag with the sudden intrusion.

Zayne pulls your pussy closer to his mouth as he jerks his hips upward. This time you do gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus lifts you up, giving you a second to breathe as he addresses Zayne. "You won't last long now, will you, pretty boy?"

He answers in the way his fingers curl against your lower back, clutch at your ass cheek. Sylus chuckles breathlessly at the sight.

"Good boy. You want me to fill you?"

This time, he whimpers pitifully. His hips jerk again.

"You want to fill her pretty mouth?"

His cock twitches against your tongue as you lightly suck around him. He whines something that almost sounds like, "Please."

"I think you've earned it."

Sylus guides your head. You bob on Zayne's dick, slower than his own thrusts, reduced to a mere toy to be commanded and controlled at his will. Zayne frees one hand to press his fingers inside your sweet pussy, so soaked he doesn't have to wait to use multiple fingers. He thrusts them into you desperately, curling them into your g-spot perfectly as he does so, but his mouth on your clit fights to keep a slower pace. The difference works to draw you quickly toward your release.

Sylus adores this. Adores watching his partners pleasure each other under his watchful eye. The drool that drips down your chin as he guides you up and down Zayne's shaft and the way you rock your hips against his face. Zayne's interspersed breaths when he can no longer go without air and his hips constantly trying to meet his thrusts and your mouth. The wet sounds of it all. The way he can watch his cock disappear into his lover, over and over, feel him clench around him as he gets closer and closer to finally reaching his orgasm. It's maddening. It's addicting. He wishes he could stay here forever.

But forever doesn't last. And it's eternally better that it doesn't.

How else would he feel Zayne clench so tightly around him as his cock twitches and shoots hot strands of his cum down your throat? How else would he hear your muffled moans and see your arching back as Zayne works you through your orgasm, fingering and sucking you until you're squirming? How else would he fuck into Zayne until his abs clench, his hips stutter, and he's buried himself as far as he can go to fill him with cum as deep as possible?

How else would he enjoy releasing you from his hold and watching the last, unswallowed bit of cum drip down onto Zayne's softening cock and messy stomach? How else would he help you roll onto the bed beside your partner to reveal Zayne's glistening chin and heaving chest? How else would he be able to slide out of his lover with a quiet hiss and watch his cum drip out of him and to the floor?

He gently lowers Zayne's leg from his shoulder and massages the tense muscles there. Zayne hums breathily to express his appreciation, still coming down from his high. You tiredly reach out for him, grabbing his arm to try pulling him down to join you. He chuckles, but does as you wish. Sweaty and messy and exhausted, and much too warm to cuddle, you all seek out each other regardless, until you're in a heap of heavy breathing and bodily fluids.

A knock sounds at the door. "Your Majesty? Lord Eldwin is requesting your presence! He wishes to discuss the-"

"Tell him kindly to choose a better time to discuss such matters!" you call back, not bothering to hide your aggravation. Your voice is slightly hoarse. She doesn't seem to notice.

"He insists, my lady! He refuses to leave until you meet with him!"

You sigh. You're in no shape to be meeting with this pompous idiot, mentally or physically.

Sylus chuckles lowly, too quietly for the handmaid to hear. "If he won't leave until you see him, then you can take as long as you want getting ready, hm?"

Zayne turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing his face to your neck. "It would be rude to leave a lord waiting."

"It is rude to demand the time of royalty," Sylus counters, smirking. "Especially when she's so occupied with much more interesting men than Lord Eldwin."

The maid knocks again. "Your Highness?"

You huff. "I'll see him as soon as I am ready."

"Would you like any assistance, my lady?"

Before you can answer, Zayne does for you. "Ready a large bath for Her Majesty."

The maid squeaks. It's no secret you have two lovers, but she certainly did not expect to hear a man's voice reply. "Y-Yes! Of course! Right away!" She scampers off, leaving you all behind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"How long should we make him wait?" Sylus asks.

You hum, relaxing further against your lovers. "How long do you think it would take before he gives up?"

Zayne gives you a mildly disapproving stare, but it's immediately undermined when he says, "It will take ages to wash you, Your Majesty. We must be thorough." He peppers light kisses against your shoulder with a slight grin.

"And you must decide what to wear for such an occasion." Sylus sighs with faux melancholy as he sits up in order to lay across you both. His weight combined with the mess you've all made is slightly uncomfortable, but no less welcome.

"Not to mention Her Highness will need to rest after so much strenuous activity."

"So..." you trail off. "Tomorrow, then?"

Sylus chuckles. Zayne turns his head to kiss the man's shoulder. "We'll see."

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I belt out their names as I storm out my bedroom down the vast hall with my crow plushie in two parts. They expressed how cute they thought it was and it seems like their jealousy ended in decapitating the poor crow.

As I turn the corner into the living room I catch a glimpse of their coats flying in the wind from their rushed steps into Sylus' hallway leading to his office.

Off limits to me.

"Of course! Run to Daddy! You damn rough handed freaks!" I slap the dark wooden doors in frustration and if his office wasn't soundproofed I'm sure I'd hear them cackling.

I spin around, ready to storm back to my room, but my face collides with a hard sternum. I look up and meet Sylus' crimson eyes. His face is stoic and neutral yet I can almost hear his questions.

"Ah~ Sylus. Welcome home- uh I promise I wasn't trying to snoop or anything." He raises an eyebrow, looking over my head at the double doors before looking back down at me with the corner of his lips rising.

"Kitty got her claws out for the troublemakers again?" He pulls a hand from his pockets to gently pat my head.

"Look!" My anger that simmered down at the sight of him returns as I lift the crow plushie, dramatically holding the two pieces together then separating them. Mephisto materializes on Sylus' left shoulder with a caw. "I know Toto, we're gonna get them back."

Sylus chuckles and with the hand he was using to pat my head he gently pinches my cheek. "Darling you know I can just get you one from the supply."

"Of course I know that but this one was special. You got it for me when the collection first dropped through the claw machine." I roll my eyes and look down at the sad plushie.

"You're right, Kitten. I'll have a word with those two." His long finger tucks under my chin into a grip with his thumb as he guides my eyes back to his. "I have to ask though. Who's Daddy?"

I completely understand why he's asking but it's how he's asking. Eyes full of amusement, voice dropping into a whisper and I notice the quick glance he takes at my lips. No denying it now.

"You."

"Me?" Sylus chuckles again and Mephisto takes flight back down the hallway. "Mmm, unless you have an announcement for us both, I don't think so." Without moving or looking away from me he opens the door behind me slightly by using his Evol. "Luke, Kieran come out."

They clumsily slip out of the office, closing it behind them with their heads bowed. I look back and glare at the both of them while Sylus returns his hands to his pockets and stands to his full height. It's cute to see him be all soft around me and Zayne but others he rarely shows that side with Luke and Kieran being an exception.

"Apologize."

"We're real sorry Miss!" They speak in unison and I turn to face them with my arms crossed. They bow deeper and a satisfied smile graces my lips.

"This is me forgiving you but we certainly aren't even." They say nothing as expected and suddenly my hips are within Sylus' strong grasp and he lifts me from the floor, resting my ass onto his chest as he turns and walks away from them. "Sylus!"

I sway a bit, fear striking my heart that I'll teeter over making me instinctively grip his silver locks. He hisses, tightening his hold on my thighs. I apologize and smooth his hair down with a pat.

"'Evening, Doctor." Zayne?

"Good evening. Something happened?" I check my wrist and my workout band reads back at me a bold 7:00 PM. He's home very early.

"Zayne! Welcome home!"

"Thank you, Snowflake. What do you have there? Oh-" Zayne looks shocked to see the crow in my grasp.

"Yeah, the twins. They were probably fighting over my plushie and welp. . ." Zayne walks over to us after sitting his briefcase down on the black marbled counter top of the bar in the living room. He doesn't even question me perched on Sylus' chest and since he can't reach my lips he opts for pressing a kiss to my calf.

"Shame. I can repair him for you if you'd like." I nod and thrust the plushie into his hold and he grabs it with gentle hands. "I can have this done on my off day."

"Now if you'll excuse us, I have to talk to this Kitten about a certain Daddy." I slap a hand over his mouth a bit too late, not expecting Sylus to tell Zayne.

Poor Zayne's eyes widen, surely thinking the worst without context. "Has the implant failed? After all this time-?"

"No, no-"

"I wish."

"Sy!" He chuckles and playfully bites my thigh. "No it hasn't, I was teasing Luke and Kieran."

"Wanna join us?" Sylus tilts his head towards our bedroom and Zayne doesn't waste a second nodding once. "Eager are we?"

"I had a stressful surgery today." Zayne loosens his black tie and three buttons as he walks past us to lead the way.

"Did it go well?" I ask.

"It was a success. Just. . . My sleep wasn't great last night." He releases a deep sigh as he pushes open our bedroom doors with one palm and closes them behind us.

"Well of course not you- Ah~!" Sylus moves quick with dismounting me as if I were a cheerleader and tosses me gently onto the soft bed. "~Sy, jeez. But you slept at the office again. We missed you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't plan for it but I was able to fit in another surgery that way." Zayne is taking his time yet his movements are quick with precision as he undresses himself starting with his sleek wristwatch and vest following to join the injured plushie on the desk.

"You work so hard, Zay, you should really come with us to the bungalow. It's never too- ah~ late." Sylus is kneeling at the end of the bed with my panties in his back pocket and lips against my clit. He's sucking so softly it's leaving me on the line between pleasure and overstimulation.

The lit fireplace isn't helping the warmth rising beneath my skin causing me to scrunch up Zayne's sweater I'd been drowning in. It helps me see Sylus better this way; his long pink tongue wet with both his saliva and my cum creates the prettiest gloss to his lips. I moan as he licks his flat tongue harshly against my clit causing me to grind down and arch into him.

"I gave it some thought." I hear the drag of a chair and I look over at Zayne to see him sitting down into the dark red velvet arm chair near the foot of the bed. His black button up is completely open exposing his chest and his slacks are undone, his hand rubbing over his black briefs. "I'll join you both."

"Come." I reach my hand out and Sylus grabs it, pulling it back down to my side. I look down at him and he pulls away with a wet string, licking his lips.

"He wants to watch, Sweetheart." I look back over at Zayne, his head slightly hanging forward with his hand now beneath his briefs.

"You do?"

"He does. I saw it soon as we locked eyes earlier. He allowed me to see into his thoughts. So you," Sylus leans onto the bed with one knee and helps me out of the sweater fully to leave me naked under both their eyes. "Relax that pretty head of yours and be our good girl." Oh.

Zayne wants to watch how things are when Sylus and I are intimate. I want to get lost in the thoughts of Zayne stepping from his comfort zone to be in place of Sylus, handling me with less care but Sylus keeps me rooted.

He delivers a firm slap to my inner thigh and the sharp pain warms into my skin. "You were bad today too, Y/N." His rough hands slide up and down the outside of my thighs, gripping at my love handles. "Fighting with Luke and Kieran again, tsk."

"I wasn't-"

"Silence." His tone is demanding but gentle. I clench my thighs and blink up at him. "I know you're gonna tell me you didn't start it and I understand but-" He forces my thighs apart and leans his other knee onto the bed, red and black engulfing his frame in seconds to dissipate and reveal his naked body. "I believe I told you three to behave when we aren't at the estate."

Sylus' large frame cages me in and Zayne still has a clear view of us from the side. "I prepared you enough, tonight I'm giving it all." Oh fuck.

I suck in a deep breath as I feel his tip breach my opening, stretching me out over the warm skin. He barely gives me enough time to adjust as he sinks in with one fluid thrust upwards. A sharp pain shoots through my lower tummy and I try to push up using my heels to no avail with Sylus' grip on my hips.

"Deep- too deep, Sy- ah~!" I can barely focus my vision as my eyes start to water but I can still see the smirk adorning his beautiful face. I reach out to him and he allows me as I run my hands up and down his torso as if soothing him would soothe me through his deep strokes.

"How cute, are you telling me that's where I am?" He teases with a quick thrust, making my body jerk and clit come in contact with his pelvis creating the sweetest pleasure. A loud drawn out moan leaves my lips and rings like a mating call into Sylus' ears. He grabs my face in a firm grip and we make eye contact, his eyes burning a bright red as my head turns fuzzy, body relaxing. "As you wish."

Sylus tucks his hands underneath me to grip my ass and elevate me from the bed, angling me until his skin is flush against mine just how I like it. My eyes roll back as he starts at a bruising pace, working my nerves until they're red hot and tingling from my building orgasm.

I bring my hands up to squeeze at my breast, just as he'd foreseen. Sylus slides his right hand up to grip the back of my knee and bends it towards my chest to reveal more of our bodies connecting to Zayne. He has his dick out now, leaking precum all over his hand mixed with his own spit as he strokes himself in time with Sylus' thrusts.

"There! Fuck! So good, Sir- mmph!" Sylus releases under my knee leaving my foot bracing against his chest as he slides two fingers into my mouth.

"Such a dirty mouth. Suck." I leave his fingers coated in my saliva and he brings the same ones down to toy with my clit, breathy moans struggling to leave my throat as he knocks the wind from me with a numbing orgasm. "Breathe," He lowers us back down to the sheets while stretching my leg back down to lean over me and blow air onto my face.

I take a moment to catch my breath as he slowly rocks into me and peppers my face with kisses. "Green. . ." I moan softly.

"Good girl. On your knees, face Zayne." He slowly pulls out of me taking thick strings of cum and saliva with him as he helps me into position, fighting against my aching muscles. He moves into position behind me sliding his tip up and down my folds, snagging at my hole to thrust in slightly then repeat. I tap my foot against the bed in frustration, shaking slightly from the sensitivity and wanting him back inside filling me so perfect.

In one abrupt thrust he gives me what I want and Zayne is standing in front of me now, still stroking his long dick, teasing his tip with his thumb. His other hand reaches out and he tucks his thumb into my mouth to press down on my tongue.

Sylus props up a leg, planting it firmly onto the bed and pounds me into an arch, Zayne's hand following as I suck and drool down his wrist.

"So damn pretty." His hips stutter as a small squirt of cum lands onto my cheek, head pressed into the bed. "Look at me, Y/N." I blink as the tear swelling at my waterline spills onto his hand while he guides me with his thumb to look up. "Open."

He removes his thumb and coats my lips in my own saliva as if it's lip gloss then he guides just the tip of his dick past my lips, jerking the rest of him off. Zayne throws his head back, pleasure clearly taking over him as much as it's taking me from Sylus' constant unyielding pace.

Sylus spanks me hard, causing me to clench around him, hips stuttering as I grow too tight for him to properly thrust. Another spank for that and he rubs a hand over my burning cheek, pressing kisses to my spine as his pace finally slows into deep thrust to ease my suction.

"This ass will me the death of me, Sweetie. It colors so well, mhm, the recoil just right." I moan around Zayne as Sylus thrusts into my cervix, remaining still there as he presses a kiss to the back of my head. "Ready?" I can barely decide if I am, knowing he's about to grow another inch when he releases into my womb.

Thing is, Sylus will have his way whether I respond or not. I give a weak nod as I keep my eyes on Zayne who's looking down, sweat gathered along his collarbones and torso to match his flushed face. It's scrunched in pleasure, mouth agape as he releases heavy puffs of air, eyes zeroed in on my lips wrapped around him.

Sylus' hand slides up from my lower tummy between my breast to grip my throat, raising me higher for Zayne to slip further into my mouth, the man releasing a sweet moan as he now leans a knee onto the bed from his weakening stance feeling his own climax approaching.

"Take it all." Sylus whispers into my ear then kisses down to my soft spot to relax me further as he starts to grow an inch further into my cervix, thrusting harshly in three swift movements as he fills me with his cum. I suck Zayne harder, starting to fight against what little oxygen I have just as I feel him grow stiff against my tongue then one last thrust as he fills my mouth.

I suddenly tighten around Sylus, sucking him in a bit deeper and trapping him there as another orgasm rips through me. He groans into my neck and eases me off of Zayne by the throat, closing my mouth before any spill could happen.

"Swallow. Good girl. So precious, Y/N. You did so good for us." A soft kiss to my temple. "I know you're tired Sweetie, rest. I'll clean you up." I hum and flop down onto the bed, nuzzling into the warm sheets as Sylus gently pulls out of me, propping a pillow beneath me to stop any mess from hitting the bed.

I hear them moving around but slowly I feel the exhaustion taking over. My limbs are jello and even if I could move I don't want to. In my half asleep state I feel a warm towel cleaning between my legs and my face then more moving around until I'm being lifted and laid properly into the bed beneath the sheets with Zayne spooning me and Sylus' chest beneath my head.