they could hear the girls giggling as they shed their robes and dived in. Turesobei couldn't help glancing back, but the steam kept him from seeing anything more than vague outlines and smudges of color.
He sighed. Iniru and Kurine really were serious about sharing him if they were sharing the same room. He tried to imagine them doing something normal, like getting dressed in the mornings, together, then completely failed.
"This is going to feel so good." Zaiporo groaned and stretched his muscular arms over his head, interrupting Turesobei's thoughts. "It's weird. I'm in the best shape of my life, thanks to all that training, and you'd already healed all my wounds from the battle, but I swear that every muscle in my body cramped up while I slept. I haven't done anything all day, and I'm still sore."
Turesobei laughed, agreeing with him. They reached their end of the pool and took off their robes. The skimpy shorts the servants had made for them reminded Turesobei of the ones Iniru wore to bed. They were more than a little immodest. Both boys blushed and jumped into the water immediately.
Turesobei swam toward the girls. Kurine leaned against the side of the pool, watching Iniru and Lu Bei exchange insults. She smiled as he joined her. “She’s not as good at besting the fetch as I am.”
“Well, no one is,” Turesobei said. “You are the master of that.”
Kurine scooted closer and put her arms over his shoulders. It placed her scantily-clad body very close to his. His insides warmed as they touched. “I’m also the master of you.”
“Oh—oh really,” he sputtered, as his face flushed and probably turned as red as a beet, “is—is that so?”
She chuckled. “Indeed, it is.”
Kurine kissed him, and immediately Lu Bei whistled at them. “You two, break it up! No kissing while swimming skimpily clothed! Observe the one pace rule!”
“It’s probably easier to do what he says,” Turesobei muttered, thoroughly embarrassed.
“Skimpily clothed?” Kurine asked. “That’s hardly fair talk coming from somebody who flies around nude all the time.”
“Madam! I am not nude!”
“Yeah? Well, what are you clothed in?”
“Dignity, madam. Dignity.”
Kurine and Turesobei both snorted as they drifted apart.
Iniru hopped onto Turesobei’s back, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and nibbled on his ear, “Hey fetch, is this allowed?”
“No, no, no, madam, it most certainly is not!” Sparks flew out of Lu Bei’s ears. “Get off this instant.”
Everyone, including Kurine, was watching Iniru and him. Turesobei felt certain his face couldn’t get any redder. Laughing, Iniru dropped off and patted his bottom.
Lu Bei huffed and circled over the pool, grumbling and firing off sparks.
“Now who’s the master at besting the fetch?” Iniru asked.
“Not bad,” Kurine said. “But I still think I’m better at it.”
Iniru and Kurine both treaded water alongside Turesobei. They didn’t seem upset with one another at all, but Turesobei sensed tension between them. Sharing him still wasn’t easy. Not that it should be, he supposed. There was probably a good reason most people, even in Iniru’s culture, didn’t do this often, or ever.
“So…um…how are things supposed to…you know…work between the three of us now that…now that we have a week off?” Last night had been easy. They had all gone to their rooms, gotten baths, and slept. After a difficult mission outside of the Nexus, they had been too exhausted for anything else.
Iniru leaned over and patted Kurine on the shoulder. “You take the first night.”
“You sure?” Kurine asked.
Iniru nodded. “It’s fine.”
Turesobei could tell from Iniru’s voice that she wasn’t entirely pleased with giving up the first night. She was clearly making a kind gesture.
“So, you’re alternating nights again?” Turesobei asked.
Iniru poked him in the ribs. “Hoping for a little something more exciting, eh?”
Turesobei stared
He sighed. Iniru and Kurine really were serious about sharing him if they were sharing the same room. He tried to imagine them doing something normal, like getting dressed in the mornings, together, then completely failed.
"This is going to feel so good." Zaiporo groaned and stretched his muscular arms over his head, interrupting Turesobei's thoughts. "It's weird. I'm in the best shape of my life, thanks to all that training, and you'd already healed all my wounds from the battle, but I swear that every muscle in my body cramped up while I slept. I haven't done anything all day, and I'm still sore."
Turesobei laughed, agreeing with him. They reached their end of the pool and took off their robes. The skimpy shorts the servants had made for them reminded Turesobei of the ones Iniru wore to bed. They were more than a little immodest. Both boys blushed and jumped into the water immediately.
Turesobei swam toward the girls. Kurine leaned against the side of the pool, watching Iniru and Lu Bei exchange insults. She smiled as he joined her. “She’s not as good at besting the fetch as I am.”
“Well, no one is,” Turesobei said. “You are the master of that.”
Kurine scooted closer and put her arms over his shoulders. It placed her scantily-clad body very close to his. His insides warmed as they touched. “I’m also the master of you.”
“Oh—oh really,” he sputtered, as his face flushed and probably turned as red as a beet, “is—is that so?”
She chuckled. “Indeed, it is.”
Kurine kissed him, and immediately Lu Bei whistled at them. “You two, break it up! No kissing while swimming skimpily clothed! Observe the one pace rule!”
“It’s probably easier to do what he says,” Turesobei muttered, thoroughly embarrassed.
“Skimpily clothed?” Kurine asked. “That’s hardly fair talk coming from somebody who flies around nude all the time.”
“Madam! I am not nude!”
“Yeah? Well, what are you clothed in?”
“Dignity, madam. Dignity.”
Kurine and Turesobei both snorted as they drifted apart.
Iniru hopped onto Turesobei’s back, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and nibbled on his ear, “Hey fetch, is this allowed?”
“No, no, no, madam, it most certainly is not!” Sparks flew out of Lu Bei’s ears. “Get off this instant.”
Everyone, including Kurine, was watching Iniru and him. Turesobei felt certain his face couldn’t get any redder. Laughing, Iniru dropped off and patted his bottom.
Lu Bei huffed and circled over the pool, grumbling and firing off sparks.
“Now who’s the master at besting the fetch?” Iniru asked.
“Not bad,” Kurine said. “But I still think I’m better at it.”
Iniru and Kurine both treaded water alongside Turesobei. They didn’t seem upset with one another at all, but Turesobei sensed tension between them. Sharing him still wasn’t easy. Not that it should be, he supposed. There was probably a good reason most people, even in Iniru’s culture, didn’t do this often, or ever.
“So…um…how are things supposed to…you know…work between the three of us now that…now that we have a week off?” Last night had been easy. They had all gone to their rooms, gotten baths, and slept. After a difficult mission outside of the Nexus, they had been too exhausted for anything else.
Iniru leaned over and patted Kurine on the shoulder. “You take the first night.”
“You sure?” Kurine asked.
Iniru nodded. “It’s fine.”
Turesobei could tell from Iniru’s voice that she wasn’t entirely pleased with giving up the first night. She was clearly making a kind gesture.
“So, you’re alternating nights again?” Turesobei asked.
Iniru poked him in the ribs. “Hoping for a little something more exciting, eh?”
Turesobei stared
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