Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 4

He's entirely too close.

Ardyn sits unnaturally stiff on their couch. He almost sank in it when he first sat down, so used to his and Prince's thrifted couch that he didn't expect the softness from their unfamiliar cushions. The plush, white fabric is quickly lost on him when Kahili sits beside him and casually slings his arm behind the couch. He sits intentionally close, and Ardyn tries his best to come off casual.

I'm breathing weird.

At some point, Kahili's hand starts playing with the hairs curling on Ardyn's neck and Ardyn's nerves jolt.

He barely suppresses a shiver, but he feels every hair on his body stand up. He wants to sit back. He wants to appear as casual as Kahili but Ardyn's nervous and just so hyperaware of Kahili beside him. His cologne intoxicates Ardyn and he's convinced the heat from Kahili's body is burning him.

"Relax," Kahili coaxes.

He gently grabs Ardyn's shoulder and pulls him back so that he has no choice but to lean into Kahili. And Kahili's body does burn him—Ardyn feels it everywhere like it's consuming him. But he relaxes. He lets out a shaky breath, relaxes as best he can, and finds he loves the heat Kahili provides.

Their thighs are touching, and all Ardyn can focus on is how much bigger Kahili is than him. It makes him blush.

"I've never subbed for someone before," Ardyn admits shyly. His shoulders cave in as the quiet confession weighs down his entire body. He hopes Kahili isn't disappointed, almost expects him to take back everything they said and tell him to leave.

"No?" Kahili's hand scratches the nape of Ardyn's neck, and Ardyn can't help but shiver this time. "Then we'll have to make sure you really enjoy this, won't we?"

Anticipation settles in Ardyn's stomach. It's a heavy feeling that makes him more attuned to every little touch Kahili gives. But he likes it—likes that they so openly want him.

They wasted no time after Ardyn agreed to be their sugar baby. Let's talk somewhere more private, Valen suggested. And since Ardyn took an Uber to the restaurant, it was just so convenient to go home with them.

Ardyn was expecting something nice, but not two-story penthouse nice.

Jesus Christ, he thought when he got off the elevator and saw the inside. He itched to take his phone out and FaceTime Prince, because wow. They were undoubtedly richer than he originally thought. Everything was spotless, too, and he somehow knew it was due to Valen. It was incredible, to put in simple terms.

The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city lights below. They looked like fallen stars from so high up, enhanced by the soft, silvery moonlight streaming into the open layout.

It felt ethereal to Ardyn.

The moonlight sat so airily on all the white furniture, and it caressed every floating step that ascended into the second story. It was all so minimalistic, so pristine, so mature, and still so lived in.

Ardyn saw two mugs in the sink. He saw a crease in the couch that could only come from loving a spot so much it started to wear with time. He saw the pictures on the walls—wedding pictures, family pictures, pictures of people he didn't know, and pictures of people he was slowly growing to know. He liked those pictures the most. Ardyn had to pry his gaze from their wedding photos and saw... a cat?

"Okay," Valen breathes out. He takes a delicate seat across from Ardyn on the wide ottoman and smiles apologetically after putting their cat away. "I'm sorry, she's usually very sweet and just does her own thing."

Ardyn finds this hard to believe.

Their black cat seemed perturbed by Ardyn's presence at first, but Valen assured she stays to herself, she'll calm down.

Princess, decidedly, did not calm down.

They eased into the details of their arrangement naturally. They were going over Ardyn's limits in the bedroom, his likes, dislikes, things he wanted to try, and everything in between. It was when the tension started rising, when Kahili's leg pressed to his was too much to ignore, and Valen's soft promises to take care of Ardyn had his head spinning that Princess started hissing at him. He ignored it at first, they all did, until she jumped on the back of the couch and hissed in his face.

"What did we leave off on?" Valen mutters to himself, reading off his notepad. He was more thorough than Ardyn expected. He jotted down all of Ardyn's likes and especially his dislikes, potential things he'd try, and anything else he deemed noteworthy.

Ardyn liked watching him—the subtle purse to his lips and the way his hair hung down in gentle waves.

"Hm, I think it was degradation," Kahili drawls. He watches Ardyn as he says it, smirking teasingly. "Baby was telling us he doesn't mind it, Val."

"Oh?" Valen smiles. Ardyn burns under their stares. "Kahili gets a little mean, darling. You sure you can take it?"

"I can," Ardyn insists.

"I think you can, too." Valen praises. "I think you'd take it even if he made you cry a little."

Kahili huffs a quiet laugh and pulls Ardyn closer, slinging a protective arm around his neck. Ardyn's weight falls into Kahili's side and before he can try and pull away, Kahili tightens his grip. It's subtle and silent, shown only in the flex of his arm, but Ardyn hears it loud and clear. Stay.

Ardyn stays.

Kahili leans down and whispers in his ear. "This is what he does. He pretends to be nice, baby. And he's so nice, isn't he? He's gonna tell you everything you wanna hear." His hand relaxes on Ardyn's collarbones. "He's gonna make you feel so good, bring you right to the edge, and that's when he'll stop pretending to be so nice."

Huh? Ardyn's eyes flick to Valen. Valen? No—Valen's not mean...

He smiles at Ardyn and it only confirms his thoughts.

"You're scaring him," Valen laughs, and it's just as sweet as his smile. "You're so cute, I wouldn't be mean to you. If you're good then there's no reason to, yeah? You just have to be a good boy, that's all."

Ardyn nods, because he can, he can be a good boy. "Yeah."

"Yeah," Valen agrees, voice full of praise. "What else, then, pretty? What do you like?"

Ardyn blushes and shakes his head. "I like most things. I'll do anything you want to."

And isn't that such a bold statement, Valen thinks in amusement. He wants to tell him to be careful with who he offers that to. Someone meaner, someone a little crueler than Valen, someone who will take full advantage of this pretty, willing boy.

Oh, he can imagine it quite clearly—he thinks about it himself. "You don't have to do a thing," Valen says instead. "This is all about you. You just sit pretty and let us take care of you."

"That's all?" Ardyn asks, soft and almost needy for Valen to say yes.

"That's all." Valen smiles.

Kahili rubs Ardyn's collarbones with the pads of his fingers, gentle and slow. He huffs in amusement, watching his husband promise Ardyn sweet nothings. Kahili wonders when he'll stop pretending to be so nice.

Kahili's hand slides up and cups Ardyn's neck. He feels his breath hitch. "I think we need something right here," Kahili decides. His grip tightens on Ardyn's neck and tilts his chin up. "What do you think, my love? A collar?"

"A collar for our pup," Valen agrees.

Ardyn's in shambles.

Kahili unwinds himself from Ardyn and stands up. He stops when he catches the look on Ardyn's face, and oh, isn't that just the cutest. A frown sits on his lips, and he's leaning helplessly where Kahili previously sat.

"What?" Kahili reaches down and grips Ardyn's chin, can't quite stop himself from smirking. "I'll be right back, no need to look so sad. You're gonna make me feel bad."

"No—I'm not," Ardyn denies, realizing with an embarrassing start that he shouldn't feel this needy to feel him again.

Kahili pinches his chin gently. "Stay here with Val. I'll go get it."

Ardyn watches him go with puppy-like, lingering eyes. "Okay."

Valen stares at Ardyn with eyes that seem to walk the line between intimidating and inviting. His stare is heavy and weighs on Ardyn in ways that make him nervous. Ardyn shifts from one side to the other and offers a bashful smile that shows just how nervous he truly is.

After what feels like an eternity, Valen's lips curl into a smile. "You're very pretty," he says. "Such a cute pup."

Ardyn's smile turns shy. "Thank you."

Valen hums softly, then taps his foot against the floor. "Come wait down here, pretty."

Ardyn's ears twitch. "The floor?"

"Mhm." Valen watches him with a steady expression, unwilling to repeat himself. He waits with his legs spread in invitation until Ardyn slowly lowers himself to the floor. His knees hit the carpet with a soft thud and he gradually shuffles closer until he's between Valen's legs.

But it's not close enough to Valen's liking.

Valen hooks his finger in the collar of Ardyn's sweater and pulls him forward until Ardyn's chin hits his knee. Oh—"Perfect," Valen praises with a smile that makes Ardyn's chest clench. "You look so cute down there."

Valen can tell he's stunned.

He soothes Ardyn's hair down and gently pets through his hair. "Look at you," he continues to praise, his voice dripping with it. "You already look like the perfect pup."

And even without the collar, Ardyn felt it.

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Kahili steps back and stares down at Ardyn in appreciation. The same thin, white collar sits snugly around Ardyn's neck, and Kahili feels something stir inside him. "I knew you'd look nice in a collar," he utters, reaching down to squeeze his chin in appreciation, "such a pretty boy."

Ardyn's ears press low into his hair, overwhelmed in the sweetest ways. He mumbles a little thank you the best he can and curls his hands on his lap. He's kneeling in their bedroom, collared so prettily and needy for more.

That familiar feeling of anticipation licks at his stomach and swallows him whole. He's waiting for the moment they touch him, wonders if they'll feel him burning as much as he can feel it.

He startles when Valen touches him.

"Easy," Valen coos. He strokes Ardyn's hair soothingly. "There you go, sweetheart. Deep breaths."

Ardyn doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until his next exhale comes out shaky. He gives Valen a thankful, timid smile. Can't help himself from leaning into the pets, and Valen croons at him like he's adorable.

"Say the word and we stop, okay?" Valen assures.

I want this, Ardyn thinks. Now that he's here, he needs this—can't imagine walking away now and questioning what would've happened if he stayed. His body thrums with excited nerves.

He goes to nod that he understands but Kahili prompts him with a raise of his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"Yes," Ardyn immediately says.

"Good boy," he drawls, and Ardyn preens.

They guide him to the bed and Ardyn's suddenly overwhelmed with their scents. He can smell it everywhere, wrapping around him and blanketing his senses.

It's intoxicating.

His mind feels fuzzy when Valen asks him a question. Ardyn doesn't hear him. His head tilts up with a soft noise of confusion. Valen smiles. "I asked if you're ready, darling."

Ardyn's mouth opens to say yes but Valen makes a noise and presses his finger to Ardyn's lips. "Ah—puppies don't talk, do they?" His tone is sympathetic. "No, they whine and shake until they get their way, so you whine and beg until I understand what you want." His smile is delicate as he strokes Ardyn's hair. "Alright? I'm gonna think it's really, really important if you do talk."

Almost on instinct, Ardyn goes to breathe out a soft okay but stops himself just before he can. And Valen rewards him with more pets when he silently nods instead.

"Good boy," Valen coos, then pats the bed and coaxes, "Lay down."

It smells like them, Ardyn's head tips back against the pillows. It really, really smells like them.

"You've been so good all night." Kahili praises, and Ardyn absolutely loves it. More, he thinks. I need to be good so he'll tell me again. "You want a reward?"

Kahili chuckles at his reaction, feeling Ardyn's tail thump against his thigh. "Yes?"

Yes, yes, yes.

Ardyn nods with a soft noise, and he loves the feel of the collar digging into his neck. He looks down when Kahili grabs the hem of his shirt. "Val's gonna get your reward while I take this off."

His hand is warm. Ardyn's hair is pushed in all directions when the shirt slides off and catches on his ears. Kahili smooths the strands back down with a teasing, messy boy, and moves onto his pants next.

Ardyn blushes when he takes those off too. He's so exposed in just his boxers and his collar, and yet.. Ardyn loves Kahili watching him. Loves the way he can see Kahili look him up and down appraisingly, and he likes what he sees.

Kahili lets his hands wander the younger's legs. Teases him a bit, "Valen can get a little mean, but he doesn't mean it. You can come to me whenever he is, okay? I'll take care of you." Then he says, as if they're sharing secrets, "If you cry he's usually a little nicer."

Ardyn's breath comes out shaky. Anxious. Excited.

"You're gonna scare him." Valen's feet quietly pad against the carpet as he nears. "I'm not any meaner than Kahili is, and Kahili is just so sweet, isn't he?"

They share a look, Valen and Kahili, something passing through their eyes that Ardyn can't understand. But he sees the reward in Valen's hand. He sits up and lets out a noise, trying to figure out what he's going to use it for.

"This is because you've been so good," Valen says, watching the pup crawl over to him and stare at the vibrator with such interest. "And I heard it was your favorite, is that right? Is this what you were going to show me?"

Ardyn flushes and glances at Kahili. He smirks lazily.

"Don't look at him." Valen coaxes his attention back. "I grabbed this with you in mind, pretty. Do you not like it?"

No—Ardyn instantly shakes his head, his gaze pleading with Valen to believe him. He loves it—he loves it so much.

"I think he wants to try it," Kahili drawls.

"Yeah?" Valen muses. "Is that right, my eager puppy?"

His heavy eyes watch Ardyn nod insistently and settle back against the covers. It's good he did, Valen was about to pull him back by his collar, vividly remembering when he told him to lie down.

Valen settles in front of Ardyn and easily spreads his knees apart. "Kahili forgot these." Valen pulls at the band of Ardyn's boxers and lets it snap back against his skin. He smirks when the pup flinches.

Ardyn has no time for bashfulness, not when Valen slides the boxers down his legs and carefully sets them aside. "So pretty," he praises. Valen looks at his husband. "Isn't he, honey?"

"Mm," Kahili hums, and it's the deepest Ardyn's heard his voice pitched, "gorgeous."

Ardyn blushes from all the attention, but god, he's high off it.

"Don't do that." Kahili tsks and reaches to hold his thigh open when they threaten to close.

"Are you embarrassed?" Valen gives him a gentle smile, soothing in all the right ways, and Ardyn nods shyly. His body twitches when Valen spreads his thighs even wider. "You should be, baby. Look at this, honey, we haven't even started and he's already getting so excited."

Kahili smirks when Ardyn's breath hitches. Poor pup, probably expected Valen to reassure him it was okay. "He's just a pup," Kahili reasons. "It's only normal."

"Normal?" Valen muses. "I haven't even touched him and he's getting hard."

"Pups do that. He isn't trained yet, it's to be expected," Kahili dismisses easily. He gives Ardyn a promising expression, and Ardyn is quickly understanding now. They were only pretending to be nice. "We'll train you until you learn. Puppies like you just need to be led with a gentle hand, hm?"

He realizes too late that Kahili wants an answer.

Ardyn quickly nods and listens to his collar jangle pathetically. A flush creeps up his cheeks as he does, admitting so eagerly that he needs training. He hates the way it turns him on.

"Trained, huh?" Valen mumbles to himself. "I was going to give you a reward, but Kahili says you need training, and I think he's right." Ardyn's whole body flinches when Valen's finger runs down his d**k. "This is almost pathetic, baby. You're already so hard."

Oh my God—Ardyn wants to shy away and lean into his touch all at once, so incredibly touch-starved. He's sensitive and confused and because he can't decipher these feelings, he whines. He whines pitifully because he doesn't know what he wants from them.

Kahili brushes a hand through Ardyn's hair and scratches behind his ears. "It's okay. You can't help it, huh? You're just so eager to be touched."

And Ardyn nods with a pitiful sniff because yes, he really, really wants to be touched. "Yeah," Kahili sympathizes, tone nothing but mocking. "You just need to lay there and take it."

Take it, Ardyn's lips part, he will, he'll be a good boy. He nods earnestly with a soft whine.

Along with the vibrator, Valen brought over a neatly tied bundle of black rope. He fully intended to use it either way and now he has the perfect excuse.

"Kahili's going to tie your legs." Kahili is far more experienced with bondage, so Valen switches places with his husband so that Kahili's kneeling between Ardyn's legs. Valen settles right beside Ardyn and gently strokes his hair. "Patience, darling." He smiles when Ardyn wiggles.

Kahili grabs his right leg first.

He explains in a low voice where he's going to tie Ardyn. His words wash over him in slow, rippling waves, as tantalizing slow and drawn out as his knots. He purposefully takes his time working Ardyn up, the drag of his hands on his legs making Ardyn's mind fuzzy with premature pleasure.

There's that urge again. To submit and yield. To let Kahili take care of him. Ardyn leans into the urge this time, lets himself grow lax, and finally indulges. Kahili can see the moment it happens. Ardyn's gentle exhale, his limbs growing soft in Kahili's hold. He watches Ardyn with molten in his eyes.

Finally, Kahili ties the last knot and pulls it tight. His thumbs press into Ardyn's skin, a faint pressure that builds when he squeezes his legs. Ardyn swallows the similar knot in his throat, he looks like he wants to me.

"All done," Kahili utters.

He asks him how it feels, and Ardyn wiggles his foot aimlessly, unable to move the rest of his legs. His knees are bent and pointed up, his thighs and ankle tied together as one.

Kahili admires his works with an intensity that stirs arousal deep within Ardyn. "Good?" he asks, and earns such a sweet, earnest noise from Ardyn.

Touch me, he wants to beg.

"Pretty," Valen says approvingly. He praises Kahili as well, leaning over and kissing his husband fondly. "Nice work."

"Nice idea," Kahili mumbles back, giving him another kiss.

Ardyn's ears lower as he watches them. His chest tightens because, I want a kiss, he whines softly. Valen told him to whine and beg until he understood, and

Ardyn's not above a little begging in the right circumstances.

"What?" Valen teases, pulling away from Kahili to stare down at the pup. "You want a kiss too, pretty?"

Yes, yes-! Ardyn nods quickly, happy that he understood right away. Valen hums thoughtfully but it's all show. He easily caves, liking the pup's excitement from a mere kiss.

And he's just been so good, hasn't he? Valen bends and gives Ardyn a quick, short kiss. "There. Better?"

No, Ardyn whines again, not better. Not better at all.

"Another? What a greedy pup~" Valen teases, then bends to kiss him again, properly this time.

Ardyn's surprised at the rapid change in kisses, but he quickly melts into the sheets. Valen kisses just like Ardyn thought he would. Soft, sweet, and so, so addictive. Ardyn's head tilts up, desperate to make the kiss last as long as possible. He feels Valen's lips spread into a smile against his own. "You're too cute," he mumbles, pecking his lips a final time.

Ardyn whines for another but is denied. "This is why you need training," Valen hums. "You can't just whine and expect to get everything you want. You can certainly try, it's awfully cute, but don't expect to get your way." Valen taps his nose and it feels humiliating in every way possible.

Kahili chuckles at Ardyn's pitiful look. He's already so worked up, and Kahili is taken with him.

"I know, I know," Kahili soothes. "You wanna be touched so bad, I know."

Ardyn's body jerks and a startled noise tumbles from his lips when Kahili's hand wraps around his d**k. He's touching me, Ardyn's lips parts, he's touching me, his hand is— "This is what you wanted, right? Why do you look so surprised?" He chuckles again, and slowly jerks Ardyn off.

Ardyn is more sensitive than he expects.

His legs twitch and he gasps sweetly with every stroke. He's exposed in every way possible, from his d**k to his twitching hole, there's nothing they can't see. And he loves it, he loves it so much.

"You really do need to be trained," Valen says. He's smiling sweetly. "Even for a pup, you're so worked up."

Can't help it, he wants to whine. He's wanted to sub for someone for years and now that he finally is, he can barely contain himself.

"It's okay." Valen strokes his hair as Kahili rubs his finger into Ardyn's tip. It makes his back arch. "It's so cute to see you squirm and whine, I'm glad we can train you ourselves."

"He's very sweet," Kahili agrees. Then teases, "We might have to keep you after this." Precum pearls at Ardyn's tip and spills down the side of his d**k. Kahili gathers the small bead and drags it back up Ardyn's d**k to rub into his tip. It tears such an erotic noise from the pup, needy and desperate for more.

"If you're a good boy and c*m for Kahili I'll let you suck my d**k," Valen generously offers. He wants to, Ardyn nods with a soft pant, he really wants to. He wants to know what Valen feels like inside his mouth, how he'd react if he pressed here, or how he'd sound if he pressed there. "Yeah? You want to?" Valen smiles and he eagerly nods. "Let me hear you."

He immediately whines, mind too fuzzy to be shy. He whines and whines until Kahili quiets him with a chuckle. "Sounds like he really wants to."

"He just has to be a good boy and he can," Valen coos.

Kahili works the pup up expertly. He strokes Ardyn's d**k and watches his mouth fall open, his hips raising to chase the delicious feeling of pleasure. "What a greedy boy," Kahili drawls, watching him moan. "If you wanted to do it yourself you just had to say so."

Ardyn lets out a pitiful noise when Kahili stops jerking him off. "Go on," Kahili coaxes. "Hump my hand."

Ardyn blushes bright and red. Hump.. His chest falls when he exhales, and then his hips slowly rise.

Because he's a good boy.

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