Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 9 Part 2

The photoshoot runs so long it feels less and less like a photoshoot and more like a game. Enough time passes where Clementine announces he's leaving. He thanks Ardyn on his way out, then grins suggestively at his brother, his hand gesturing at Ardyn's turned back in what could only be interpreted as, what's going on between you?

"You with me?" Ardyn teases.

Valen's eyes immediately flick to his. They dance with amusement. "I'm here, darling."

Kahili watches the two of them from the couch, legs spread comfortably as his finger leisurely traces over his lip. Over and over, a mindless motion while he's sucked into Valen's and Ardyn's dynamic.

"You're a photographer," Valen repeats.

It seems silly to deny again, not when he's captured Valen's beauty so expertly in Kahili's camera. "I am," he agrees, taking a picture.

Valen shifts into a different pose, his movements considerably slower than when he worked with Clementine. He seems more keen on watching Ardyn, his body shifting with a practiced ease he doesn't think about. "It suits you."

Ardyn stares at him through the viewfinder.

"Modeling suits you," he retorts softly. "I bet people would pay thousands just to photograph you."

"They do," Valen agrees, smiling.

"Lucky me, then," Ardyn mumbles. "Unless you were thinking of charging me."

"I might," Valen humors. "Can you afford me?"

Ardyn hides behind the camera, his safety net. His heart thumps giddily and he can barely suppress the boyish excitement building inside him. "I might know a few ways I could," he utters, then takes another picture.

"Please, elaborate," Valen indulges, amusement lacing his words. His eyes bore into the camera in a self-satisfied manner, his words hummed in that pleasant tone he oftentimes uses. "I have a few ideas myself."

"Well..." Ardyn lets his voice linger in the room. He lowers his camera a final time and scrolls through the last handful of pictures. The photos greet him warmly. He can feel the emotions through the screen, sees the mirth in Valen's stare and playfulness controlling his movements.

Ardyn shuts the camera off with a satisfied click.

"It wouldn't be appropriate here," he finally answers, a smile pulling at his lips.

Valen hums with interest at this, and he can't help but laugh. His eyes crinkle with the gentle force of it, and he stares at Ardyn with an unfamiliar fondness. "Alright, then, darling." He turns to Kahili. "You hear that, my love? Our pretty pup has a surprise for us."

Ardyn teeters on his heels gently. His face warms with a blush but he refuses to feel embarrassed. A soft noise of agreement slips past his lips, a coy look in Kahili's direction, and then a nod.

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"I was looking through the photos you took," Kahili says after they get back to their place. They sit similar as last time on the lengthy couch. Kahili's arm thrown behind the cushions, Ardyn leaning into him. Valen went off to change, leaving them with a be good. "You don't give yourself enough credit calling it a hobby. It's your passion."

"They're not even edited," Ardyn replies weakly, but he reacts the same as if Kahili just complimented the entirety of his portfolio. He wishes he had his laptop so he could show him, purely for the motivation of praise. Ardyn craves it. "I have better quality photos at home," he insists.

"I don't doubt it," Kahili assures. "I'm a little biased when it comes to these, though."

Oh, Ardyn blushes.

Kahili smiles charmingly. "I was going through my own photos afterward. Just clicking through some old ones to see what was on there, and it got me thinking," he says. "What made him so quiet in the car? I couldn't figure it out for the longest," his fingers rub leisure circles into Ardyn's collarbones. "There were only pictures of clothes or Val, but I kept scrolling, y'know? Figured I'd stumble on it eventually."

Ardyn fidgets endlessly, anticipation building in his stomach the longer Kahili droned on. "..Did you?"

Kahili drawls a long, thoughtful hum, his fingers tapping against Ardyn's skin like he suddenly can't remember.

Then, he grins when Valen comes back and joins them on the couch.

Valen's considerably dressed down compared to earlier. Baggy black slacks pinch his hips with a white t-shirt tucked into the waistband. It feels oddly domestic, the most casual outfit Ardyn's seen him in. After he sits beside Ardyn, Valen looks between them suspiciously, that same playful glint in his eye as earlier. "What'd you do to him?" he accuses Kahili.

"What?" Kahili chuckles. "What makes you think I did something?"

"Look at him," Valen chastises. He scoots closer to Ardyn and strokes his thigh soothingly. "He's all flushed, you must've done something," he says. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

"Yes," Ardyn immediately answers.

"No," Kahili chuckles again. "We were just looking over the pictures, that's all."

Valen makes an interested noise. "Show me."

Ardyn can barely focus sandwiched between them like this. They sit intentionally close, brushing up against him in purposeful touches that leave him reeling with the prospect of more. They fawn over the photos all over again as if they didn't shower him with praises on the drive back to their house, but Ardyn soaks in it all over again. Let's himself indulge in anything and everything they're willing to give.

His mind slips the smallest fraction into that fuzzy state.

"I remember this," Valen says, scrolling deeper into the camera roll.

Ardyn is so distracted with Kahili's arm around his shoulders, and the burning trail his fingers make on his collarbones, that he doesn't bother following their trip down memory lane. He relaxes into the gentle stroking instead, he's petting me.

"And this?" Kahili asks. "Do you remember this?"

Valen's lips stretch into a slow smile. "I remember this one quite vividly."

Mirth lacing his tone, Kahili says, "This was Ardyn's favorite."

"Was it?" Valen muses, smile growing. He ducks his head enough to pry Ardyn's attention from Kahili's fingers dipping under his shirt collar. "Is that true, darling?"

"Huh?" Ardyn's ears twitch, then he sees the picture again. Oh.

He blinks at the camera screen with a mixture of emotions. Bashfulness from being caught, and then appreciation. It sits heavier than the bashfulness as his eyes roam the screen.

It's from Kahili's perspective, angled down to capture Valen in his most intimate state. Lidded eyes bore into the camera alluringly, something suggestive dancing in them as he lays naked in bed and tilts his head. There's a shine to his swollen lips and a subtle flush on his cheeks, a pretty red settling on them so naturally. He's smiling. Arms fanned around the white sheets in an angelic manner, he smiles as Kahili angles the camera down and captures himself f*****g Valen.

Kahili's there—his d**k buried into the hilt of Valen.

Ardyn can imagine Kahili's deep chuckle as he took the picture, teasing Valen about how pretty he looks filled with his c**k.

Ardyn knows Valen would giggle back. He'd take it in stride and pose prettily for Kahili.

"It's true," Ardyn admits, voice soft.

"Naughty boy," Valen teases.

Ardyn flushes as Valen's hand traces up and down his thigh, a movement that's supposed to seem unimportant but only works to spike Ardyn's nerves.

"It's not his fault," Kahili soothes. He rubs the back of Ardyn's head, petting him. "You were just curious, weren't you? I should've told you that was on there."

Ardyn makes a small noise, nodding.

"It's a little unfair, though," Valen says, a tilt to his head. "Nobody asked me if they could see it."

Immediately, Ardyn's apologizing, "I'm sorry! It was an accident. I-"

"You can make it up to me, darling," Valen says. "Imagine the money people would pay for a photo like that," he laughs airily. "I bet some creeps would have a field day with that, huh. I'd charge them a pretty penny, too. But not you, darling." Valen grips Ardyn's chin gently. "I couldn't charge such a pretty boy."

Ardyn all but melts into the couch. His eyes dilate and he gives into the urge to please—to submit—with little fight.

"I can... make it up to you." Ardyn blushes.

"Yeah?" Valen smiles. "How would you do that, sweetheart?"

"I—um—before I left—"Ardyn fights to get the words out, his voice coming out shaky. Kahili smoothes a hand into his hair, petting him at the nape of his neck in unmistakable comfort. It helps calm Ardyn. "..I used a toy."

Valen listens with patient, encouraging nods. There's a beat of silence that follows after Ardyn's done, Valen's eyes falling into Ardyn's lap as if he could see through his clothes. Finally, he asks, "..Did you bring the toy with you?"

Ardyn gives a ginger nod.

Valen's smile turns sharp. He looks at Ardyn like a predator to its prey. "That's some surprise," he compliments. "I can't wait to see it." Then, his eyes shift to Kahili. "I don't know if I'll be able to with the way Kahili's holding you. Doesn't seem like he's gonna let go anytime soon."

Kahili smirks while Ardyn blushes.

Ardyn's practically tucked into Kahili's side, safe under his arm and blanketed in his cologne.

Kahili pulls him even closer and rubs at his chest. "Condoms, my love?" he asks Valen and Ardyn's stomach flips at the insinuation.

Valen stands to get them from their bedroom, leaving with an insistent, see, he wants you all to himself.

Ardyn grows shy when it's just the two of them. His shoulders curl in on himself and he glances unsurely at Kahili, attempting a small smile that betrays his nerves. Kahili smiles back attractively, then nods his head toward his lap and pats his thigh. "C'mere."

Ardyn complies without much thought. He stands and gingerly places himself in Kahili's lap, then lets out a surprised noise when Kahili wraps his arm around Ardyn's waist to pull him forward. "Like this, pup. Don't be shy." Ardyn's pulled flush against Kahili, chest to chest, straddling him. "Isn't that more comfortable?"

A permanent pink seems to settle on Ardyn's cheeks.

Their new position pushes the anal plug deeper inside him, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a moan. He can't wait for them to see it. He spent a careful amount of time debating whether it was too bold or not, before ultimately easing it in when Kahili was on the way to pick him up.

It's black with a bejeweled green heart nestled against his hole. He's already wet with slick, the drawn-out teasing and banter working him up to produce a gentle shine around the toy.

"We're gonna have s*x?" Ardyn asks breathily. Excited.

Kahili's lips twitch up. "We are," he agrees. "I'm gonna f**k you again, just like last time. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Ardyn all but whines. He fidgets in Kahili's lap as if his emotions are too much for him to handle on his own.

Kahili has no problem shouldering some of them. He grips Ardyn's chin and leads him forward for a kiss. Ardyn immediately melts into him.

They kissed so little last time that Ardyn was starting to think it was off the table, but as his hands fall onto Kahili's chest, so much broader and endowed than his own, he finds this to be untrue. Kahili kisses in an addictive way Ardyn has no idea how he went so long without. He takes the lead with ease, his entire being exuding a sense of responsibility to take care of Ardyn.

Ardyn makes a small noise into his mouth when Kahili's hand drags down his back and teases at the waistband of his pants. He gives Ardyn prompt time to protest and when he doesn't, Kahili's hand slips past the waistband. He groans when he feels the anal plug.

Ardyn thrums with excitement.

Valen interrupts their kissing with a pleasantly surprised, "Oh my." He hides his smile behind his hand, the other one holding an entire sleeve of condoms.

Ardyn eyes it with wide eyes. He quickly counts--five condoms.

Then, he jerks when Kahili toys with his plug. He pulls at it slowly, not enough to come out, but enough to give him ample room to push it back in and press deep. Ardyn whimpers, his fingers curling into Kahili's shirt.

"Let's show Val your surprise," Kahili murmurs, his low words licking down Ardyn's spine with a heat that makes him nod eagerly.

Kahili takes him apart with practiced ease. It starts with Ardyn's mind, that familiar awareness of his senses slipping and submitting to Kahili's more dominant demeanor. His shirt slips off next. His pants. Then, Ardyn's consciousness. Every touch is more heated than the last. He swallows when he's laid out bare from the inside out. Yes, he thinks, keep looking.

The green jewell seizes their attention just like he wanted.

Kahili welcomes Ardyn back in his arms with a low, appreciative hum. He feels hot against Ardyn's naked skin, scalding. Ardyn drowns in the warmth.

Kahili's hold could be mistaken for something softer like a hug, a gentle embrace between two lovers who have been apart too long. He exudes comfort as his arms wrap around the hybrid's waist. Ardyn can't help but melt into him, his body going lax against Kahili's chest, and Kahili is right there to hum a soothing noise against his ear. It shakes Ardyn, sends a shiver down his spine.

So similar to hug, but lacking the innocent intent.

Kahili toys with the plug again, his large hands cupping Ardyn's ass. His fingertips skim over the green heart over and over, drawing tantalizing circles until Ardyn makes a needy noise. Kahili huffs a breath of amusement and drawls patience, pup in a whispered husk, but he indulges Ardyn. Pulls the plug out slowly just to ease it back in the next second. He repeats this again and again until he's steadily f*****g Ardyn with the plug.

Ardyn makes such sweet noises into his neck, head fallen and empty.

"What do you think, my love?" Kahili muses. "Willing to let him off the hook for looking?"

"Hm." Valen thinks. "He does look awfully pretty like this." Then, "If he's a good boy then I'll forgive him."

Kahili drawls a similar, thoughtful hum and pushes the plug inside Ardyn. He leaves it there and forces Ardyn's head up with a pull of his hair. "That shouldn't be hard for you." He holds Ardyn's gaze. "Puppies are good at listening."

Ardyn flushes and nods shyly.

"Yeah," Kahili agrees, squeezing his ass. Then, he pats it in a motion for Ardyn to get up.

Ardyn's immediately up, his primal instinct to obey and please compelling him, but Kahili guides him right back down in his lap. Ardyn makes a confused noise at the new but similar position, his back pressed to Kahili's chest and facing away. I liked the other position more, he internally sulks.

Kahili's scent is dimmer faced away and Ardyn mourns the loss of his neck.

Vanilla—Ardyn perks up when Valen steps in front of him. The older man looks down at Ardyn with lidded eyes. He holds Ardyn's gaze as he reaches down and grips his chin, stroking his thumb into the delicate skin. Ardyn leans into his hold and feels Valen's hand slide up his cheek, cupping his face. "Pretty boy." He smirks.

Ardyn wets his lips as his heart thumps erratically in his chest. He waits for more, for them to mold his body and bend him in any position they want, but it doesn't come. And then he realizes he's at eye level with Valen's waist. Oh, he relishes, he wants me to suck him off again.

"Oh, no, darling," Valen chuckles fondly, catching Ardyn's hands in his when they lifted to his belt. "None of that. You sucked me off last time," he smiles like Ardyn is absolutely adorable. "I only see you so much. We should switch it up, right?"

Valen bends and kisses Ardyn's fingertips, then lowers himself to his knees.

Ardyn's mind promptly goes blank.

Kahili chuckles when he feels Ardyn stiffen in his lap. He eases his hands down Ardyn's legs and spreads his thighs for his husband's easy access. "Don't pull his hair," Kahili warns, amusement in his tone, "You'll never hear the end of it."

Ardyn swallows thickly and jerks his head in a sharp nod. It's all he can manage with Valen looking up at him so prettily.

Valen is all too versed in giving head, Ardyn finds out with distraught. He'll never be the same after this—whatever man comes after Valen will surely be compared to this until Ardyn's yearning for someone else's touch and calling out the wrong man's name.

Valen swallows Ardyn's d**k into the wet heat of his mouth like he does everything else—soft, graceful. He holds all the power and he knows it. He pulls a sweet whine from Ardyn when he bobs his head slowly, paying special attention to his tip. Ardyn's sensitive exactly where Kahili is. Valen presses into that spot and feels his thighs twitch.

Ardyn's hands ball into small fists against his chest when he's unsure what to do with them. They twitch to sink into Valen's hair for the pure sake of holding something, but he has to be a good boy— he is a good boy.

His lip catches between his teeth, moan muffled, as his head tips back onto Kahili's shoulder. It's there again—that scent. Ardyn turns his head and buries his head in Kahili's neck, savoring his addictive scent.

Kahili pulls his head up, hand fisted in the back of Ardyn's hair. His grip is gentle but firm, dominant in ways Ardyn's breath stutters at. "Look at him, pup. Watch him."

Ardyn watches.

Kahili's hand smoothes down his hair, but he holds his nape. Encourages him to watch with murmured words whispered against his ears. "He's pretty, isn't he," Kahili utters. "Such a natural every time he does this."

Yes, Ardyn swallows. Kahili's a lucky man, he decides.

"Kneeling doesn't suit him, huh." His chuckle is low. "It's the only time I can get him down there without all the complaining."

Valen's eyes fall closed. Ardyn's d**k disappears into his mouth.

"He likes being on top," Kahili says. He reaches down and pets Valen's hair like he can't help himself, a man in love. "He'd ride my c**k every time if I let him. But I've always been a little selfish when it comes to him, I know I'm unfair." He eases Valen's head down on Ardyn's d**k. They both moan. "If you saw him bent over and filled with your c**k then you'd understand."

Ardyn whimpers from the image.

His eyes flutter with pleasure as he pictures it. Pictures Valen planting a delicate hand on Kahili's chest to push him down and hold him there as he sinks down on his c**k. He'd tilt his head, hair falling over his shoulder in a curtain, and moan so prettily. And when Kahili would try and sit up to properly f**k him, Valen would tsk and push him down all over again.

"He complains," Kahili chuckles again. "Pretends he doesn't like it when I turn him over and f**k him. He'll go back and forth with you too, so much lip from someone with a s*x drive like his, but look at him," Kahili says. "He's so pretty, knows I won't ever tell him no. And it's definitely a sight," he murmurs, "Watching him put up such a fight to ride me."

Valen swallows around Ardyn's c**k. His next breath is heavy, hot against Ardyn's navel.

Ardyn can't pry his eyes off him. He's a sight he'll never forget.

"But then he gets on his knees for me all on his own," Kahili says. "And all of the complaining stops. I mean—how would he, right?" he chuckles. Then there's a hand soothing down Valen's head with a gentle croon. "That's mean, my love, I'm sorry."

Ardyn shudders as his d**k pulses. Valen's sucking at his tip softly, his hand wrapped around Ardyn's base while he pumps him in slow, purposeful strokes. His rings feel cold against Ardyn's pulsing warmth. The words seem to have little effect on him, his breath hitching the only telltale sign he heard.

Ardyn nibbles at his lip, biting back his moan as his thighs twitch. It's growing harder and harder to sit still.

"You keep moving around, baby. He's gonna choke if you do that," Kahili says. "Do you want me to help you?"

"Please," Ardyn whimpers, unsure what he's begging for but he knows he wants it.

Okay, Kahili soothes, a pitch of amusement in his voice at Ardyn's eagerness. He grabs the back of Ardyn's thighs and pulls them up, holds them close to his stomach, and exposes the green little heart again.

Valen readjusts with ease, sitting up higher on his knees before he swallows Ardyn again. It tears a throaty moan from him—a whine when Valen takes hold of the plug and drags it out slowly. The toy rubs into his rim in teasing circles until Ardyn moans for more.

Fuck me, he begs. Desperation claws at his throat.

Valen pushes back in and f***s him with the toy, leisure thrusts that do nothing to quell the building desperation he feels. This isn't right, the toy feels like nothing inside him. He's wet with slick but it's not for the toy. It's for them to use him—to f**k him however they pleased while he submits.

"Please," he begs again.

Valen pulls off his d**k with a breathy inhale. He licks his lips and looks up at Ardyn like the pinnacle of seduction. "What's got you so upset, darling?" He twists the plug inside him. "Tell me so I can help you."

Ardyn moans pitifully, his breath hitching with every movement of the plug.

Valen shoves it in as deep as it can go, then leaves it. He smiles delicately at Ardyn, as fake as it is sweet. "I can't help you if you don't tell me, sweetheart."

"The plug—" Ardyn stutters. "I don't—I want you."

"You have me," Valen assures, his smile widening. "I'm right here."

"No," Ardyn cries, because he doesn't understand.

"Hm." Valen frowns. He looks at Kahili. "Do you understand him, babe? What's he trying to say?"

"I don't, my love, I'm sorry," Kahili answers. "I think he likes you playing with his plug." Ardyn immediately makes a noise of protest. "Oh, you do? He wants more, Val."

That same noise again, a shake of his head. "Please— f**k me. I want it— I want it inside me. I—"

"Okay, okay," Kahili soothes, chuckling. He leans forward with his weight and picks Ardyn up as if he weighs nothing, then lays him on his back on the couch. Kahili's knees press into the cushions as he spreads Ardyn's legs. "We're only teasing you, alright? No tears." He thumbs Ardyn's cheek, then pats his cheek affectionately.

Valen watches him from his spot on the floor, amused. He can't bring himself to feel bad, not like his lovely husband. He would've kept teasing the pup, working him up until he was gasping over his breaths trying to get his words out.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Kahili takes his shirt off, then unbuttons his jeans.

Ardyn nods earnestly, eyes growing dilated as Kahili pulls himself out and jerks his c**k in lazy strokes. A short relief of pleasure he can't help but indulge in. It's been more than an effort to not touch himself when he had Ardyn so naked and willing in his lap—the sight of Valen working their pup up doing little to help his achingly hard d**k.

Valen passes him a condom. He considers the lube, then smiles as if it's funny, "You don't need this, huh."

No, Kahili thinks, pushing two fingers into Ardyn. He's dripping with slick, coating his rim in an obscene shine that Kahili gives an appreciative look at. It's unfamiliar and it's new— f*****g a hybrid.

It's addictive.