As I kiss Ian, I grind our dicks together, keeping our bodies touching as much as possible without being uncomfortable.

When I feel myself getting close, I start kissing down Ian, making sure to kiss each of his nipples, to gently tug on them with my teeth before licking around them. Like me, Ian is sensitive in his nipples, and he lets out soft moans as my teasing. I gently bite each one again, then return to kissing my way down him.

Upon reaching his massive dick, I begin kissing it as well. Ian lets out more soft moans as I go from the base to the tip, then back down, then kiss his smooth balls. After kissing both of them, I begin licking them, making sure they're nice and wet with my saliva before taking his right one into my mouth and gently tugging on it as I add suction.

The sound of Ian's moan increases, and I release his ball before giving the same treatment to the other. Once I finish with that, I kiss both balls again, then start kissing his dick, from base to tip and back down. Back at the bottom, I turn my head sideways and take the width of his dick into my mouth, making sure my teeth don't scrape it.

Immediately, Ian snaps a hand onto my head, pushing his fingers into my hair as his other hand plays with one of his nipples, the two of us meeting gazes. Ian really likes it when I add some suction like this, even if I don't actually have his dick in my mouth properly.

Licking the section of the underside of his dick in my mouth while in this position, I use one hand to pull back the foreskin and start rubbing the sensitive head. Ian's moans intensify, as does the pressure he's putting on my head.

A few times, I adjust my oral grip on his dick, moving up and down a little, until Ian's practically squirming. He's leaking precum, which I'm rubbing over the head of his dick as well, and once I know he's ready, I release his dick with both my mouth and my hand and kiss up to the head of it, taking it into my mouth and tasting his salty precum.

With how thick his dick is, I have to be careful not to scrape him at all. I can't take him all the way down, either, I don't have nearly enough practice for that, considering his is the only dick I've tasted, but that doesn't matter. The few inches of it I can manage is all that's needed, especially with the foreplay I gave Ian.

It takes only a few minutes for his breathing to become short and quick with a slight grunt-moan mixture accompanying each exhale, the pressure he's putting on my head increasing yet again.

"Mnnh!" Ian moans loudly as he hits his climax.

Something hot, thick, and salty shoots out of his dick and onto my tongue and into my throat. His cum, his delicious, if a little salty, cum. I swallow everything I can and continue sucking him for another minute, though it's not necessary to keep him hard. If he's not done with sex, he'll stay up. He'll even keep making cum at an inhuman rate. Anyone he's having sex with will, too, each orgasm like it's their first.

I pull off of Ian and slide up him, kissing his lips as he wraps his legs and arms around me. He makes a sudden jerking motion, and we're suddenly in the air, flipping over. We land with me on my back and him on top of me, and he grinds his dick against me for a moment before grabbing the lube off the shelf with my alarm clock.

Ian spreads my legs as he kneels between them, then he lubes himself up as I lift my legs, resting them against his sides. He guides himself into my ass, and I let out a soft moan of pleasure and appreciation at how much it fills and stretches me. He wastes absolutely no time pushing all the way in, not bothering to give me time to adjust.

That's fine, though, because I love the way he feels in me. I start playing with my nipples as Ian begins thrusting, sliding back and forth inside of me and against my prostate, but that doesn't last long. Pushing my hands away, Ian begins teasing my nipples with his thumbs.

Having already been pushed to my edge, I reach my climax, shooting my cum onto us, though mostly onto me, onto my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach. My ass clenches around Ian's dick as I climax and he stops thrusting. Once I finish, Ian leans forward and kisses me, slowly fucking me while still teasing my nipples, now with more than just his thumbs.

The slower fucking that comes with this position feels different. Just as pleasurable, but the pleasure given is different from when it's faster. It's more intimate, especially with him kissing me like this.

As Ian builds up to his climax, I feel him start to thrust a little faster as he kisses me and plays with my nipples more aggressively. I make sure to rub his back a little roughly as he does, and soon after, he hits his climax, thrusting into me hard and moaning into my mouth as he fills my ass with cum.

Ian doesn't pull out at first, just resumes pushing himself back and forth inside of me. When I move my hands from his back to his chest, tweaking his nipples, he pulls away from me, smiling with lust still in his eyes, mixed in with his love. He pulls out of my ass and climbs off my bed, picking me up. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his dick under my ass as he carries me to the bathroom.

We enter the shower and he sets me down, then turns on the water. There's no sex here in the shower, just a lot of groping and washing each other off, with Ian making sure to clean my ass pretty thoroughly.

Cleaned up, we return to my bed and climb onto it, snuggling against each other. We're both still horny, but we'll wait for the next round until later. For a few minutes, we just cuddle, then I get up and head into the kitchen to get us both some water.

Maybe I should fill up a pitcher and bring it into the bedroom along with the glasses? I did make a mental note after the last time he visited to do that, even bought an extra pitcher just for that purpose, since my other one is usually in use with either lemonade or strawberry lemonade in it.

As I'm pulling the pitcher out of the cabinet, there's a knock on my door.

"That's probably Tanner," I tell Ian.

"Let him in," Ian says, and I set the pitcher besides the cups I've already grabbed. "I don't mind if he sees me naked, and it's not like he hasn't seen you naked. Besides, he's cute enough for a threesome."

Yeah, Ian definitely has an interest in that with Tanner. Probably because… well, never mind.

I open the door, keeping myself behind it, and Tanner enters, raising an eyebrow as he notices I'm naked already.

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"Are you in a better mood?" He asks as I grab a third cup from the cabinet.

He can probably tell I am because we're too close for me to not be in his minimum range, he's probably hoping I'll explain.

"Much," I answer as I fill the pitcher with water and he removes his shoes.

"That's good," he says. "You seemed kind of… wait, those boots don't look like yours."

"Yo!" Ian calls from the bedroom.

"Ian's here," I tell a shocked-looking Tanner. "He decided to stop by for a surprise."

"Ah," he says, then his face flushes. "Ah. That explains the, ah, content feeling you're having."

And the horny, but he probably doesn't want to say that with Ian here.

"Come on," I grab the cups and pitcher, then head into my room, Tanner following.

I set everything on the table, then head back into the kitchen.

"Gonna grab some snacks," I say. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Want to do a threesome?" Ian asks as I open the fridge, and I focus on what's in the fridge rather than sneaking looks at Tanner's reaction. "Don't look so shocked, Cas told me he showed you the text. I was serious. You're pretty sexy."

"Um," Tanner says hesitantly as I pull out the grapes, strawberries, and blueberries that were sorted into bowls. Those weren't here before. "Well, I mean, I don't know how that would work. Would-"

"I'd bottom," I close the fridge and walk back into the bedroom, setting the snacks on the table. "Of course. We'd just do what we feel like. Don't feel pressured to do it. Just have a seat and snack, you can decide if you want."

"And get naked if you want," Ian adds as I sit beside him again. "But you don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. Cas and I are mostly just wanting to try a threesome at least once. If you're not comfortable being the third, that's fine."

"Okay," Tanner says. "Let me think about it for a minute."

He does undress, however, allowing us see that he's pretty hard, though it's understandable in this situation. We snack and hydrate for a few minutes, then Tanner stands and tells us that he wants to give it a try.

"How do we do this?" He asks.

"Like this!" Ian shifts around, moving my pillows.

Ian has Tanner lie on the bed on his back, with his head on my pillows to support him a little. Then, he lubes up Tanner pretty well before having me lie on Tanner, my back to his chest, so that we're facing the same direction. Ian makes sure Tanner's dick goes into my ass once I'm in position, and after feeling Ian in me, it's not as good. At least, for now, probably because I'm still a little loose from Ian's much thicker one.

After that, Ian lubes himself up, then kneels between our legs and pushes himself into me.

"Mnnh!" I moan at the feeling, clenching my jaw just a little bit.

It doesn't hurt, but it's certainly a more filling feeling. Ian wastes no time getting to work on thrusting, sliding against my sweet spot, his motions a little slower than they were in our recent session, probably because it's so much tighter than before, having a second dick in there. Tanner's moaning under me and has wrapped his arms around me. Ian leans forward and starts playing with my nipples as he thrusts.

I reach up and start playing with Ian's nipples, the two of us staring into each other's eyes. Tanner's grip on me suddenly tightens, and I feel an extra wetness inside of me as Ian continues thrusting. Since Tanner hasn't gotten off since this morning, it makes sense he'd hit his climax first.

When I feel mine drawing close, I alert Ian with a special tweak of his nipples, so he knows to slow down and prepare for the clenching. Once it hits, he stops thrusting entirely and I shoot my cum onto him, my loads hitting his chest and stomach, a little bit dropping down onto me at the end. The moment I finish, Ian starts thrusting again, a little bit faster now that I've loosened up somewhat.

Ian's thrusting picks up speed more as his grunt-like moans pick up the pace, his breathing shortening, becoming quicker and harder as he nears his own climax. Once he finally hits it, he thrusts all the way in and lets out a longer, more sensual moan as I feel him releasing his load inside of me again.

Finished, Ian pulls out and kisses me, helping me off of Tanner. I clench my ass once I'm standing in an attempt to not leak as much, and we look at the empath, who seems to be in a daze.

"I think we broke him," I poke Tanner's chest, and Ian wraps his arms around me from behind, his still-hard dick rubbing my ass. "Mnh. Maybe after he leaves, we can go again. Let me tighten back up."

"Maybe we don't have to wait," Ian kisses my neck. "There are ways to tighten you back up without waiting. Stop poking him."

"Let's take a shower," I say. "Tanner, come on, we're all sweaty and gross now, and a shower will do you good."

Tanner just moans softly. I guess having sex with Ian and me was a bit too much for someone like him? One of us is probably more than enough. He probably wouldn't have this issue with two Sigil-Bearers, but I forgot the effect we can have, especially since he's an empath. Tanner might be able to separate other peoples' emotions from his own, but he had to deal with Ian and me, probably a bad combination.

"Here," Ian releases me and grabs one of Tanner's hands. "I'll help you up."

Ian pulls, and there's a sudden crack at that moment. Tanner's mouth opens, but before he can scream, I clamp my hand over his mouth to stifle the scream. These walls are soundproofed pretty well, which is why no one's figured out Tanner and I have been doing it, but we also haven't done an ear-piercing scream before.

Ian accidentally gripped too hard and broke Tanner's hand, probably in several places. It's probably beyond the repair a doctor could manage, too. There's no doubt he crushed some of the bones into dust.

As Tanner whimpers, a glow forms under Ian's hand as he loosens his grip, running his fingers over the empath's palm, fingers, and the back of his hand, the glow following his fingers. At first, Tanner's hand is deformed, the damage obvious. But as the glow travels, the hand rights itself, returning to normal.

After finishing healing Tanner's hand, Ian pulls his hand away and I release Tanner's mouth.

"Sorry," Ian tells him. "I wasn't paying attention and forgot to control my strength."

Tanner slowly sits up, the daze from having sex with both of us at once and feeling our no-doubt overwhelming lust and love for each other gone due to the pain. He stares at Ian with eyes wide in shock, probably because Ian's supposed to be a technokinetic.

"You're a Triple?" Tanner asks. "I thought they were myths?"

"I'm not a Triple," Ian says.

"But-you just used a healing ability!" Tanner exclaims. "My hand was definitely broken! The only way you could do that is if you had healing powers! And with those looks, a healing ability means you don't just look like the God of Death, you are him! You're Theodore! Nick said the Sigil Gods go by their middle names. I don't know why I didn't put the two together. Probably because he said you're a technokinetic. Unless that's a lie? But I've never picked up on a lie from Nick, so-"

I cover his mouth again and he stops. I look at Ian.

"Mind wipe?" I suggest.

"No," Ian snorts. "Let's take a shower, Tanner, then I'll explain after."

I pull Tanner's hand away, and though it's clear that he wants to press for more, he agrees to wait until after we clean up. The three of us do fit into the shower, though it's a bit of a squeeze. We waste no time washing each other, except for maybe when Ian and kiss and grope each other. After finishing the shower, we dry off and return to my room, Ian and I sitting on my bed as Tanner sits on the other side of the table, the three of us snacking and rehydrating.

"Yes," Ian says. "I'm the Sigil God of Death. But I'm not a Triple. I have a single ability."

"But if you're Theodore," Tanner says. "Then that means you have two, life and death. And if you really have tehnokinesis, then you're a Triple."

"Life and death are two sides of a coin," I say. "A powerful enough healer can wield the powers of death as well."

Tanner frowns, then his frown deepens even more.

"But you also asked about a mind wipe," Tanner looks at me. "If he can do that-"

"My power isn't 'life' or 'death' or 'technokinesis'," Ian tells him. "It's nothing so trivial."

"Nothing so trivial?" Tanner asks. "What do you mean? How are powers over life and death trivial?"

"My power," Ian says. "And the power of the other Sigil Gods, is 'wizardry'."