Royal

“I hate wearing suits, I’m sweating like a whore in church,” I complain as we wait for our case to be called.

“You look fucking sexy in a suit,” Zade whispers in my ear.

“My balls are sweaty,” I challenge.

“You think sweaty balls are a turn off for me?” Zade arches his eyebrow.

“Would you guys please keep the balls talk to a minimum?” Nash admonishes in a harsh whisper.

“Case 453, King custody,” a woman calls out.

Liam and I rise from the uncomfortable plastic chairs and make our way toward the courtroom, catching up with Jim halfway there.

The severe woman who did the home visit is there as well, and gives me a barely concealed look of disgust. There’s no doubt in my mind that this decision was based solely on my relationship and over my dead body am I letting them hold that against me.

Zade and Nash couldn’t be better with Liam. They’ve stepped up in every possible way when it was never their responsibility. Hell, they could’ve run off together and left me to deal with this alone. But they’ve been here every step of the way, never wavering, and doing things for Liam I never would’ve thought of.

As we enter the room I’m surprised to find it’s not a courtroom as much as a large office. The judge is sitting behind an impressive looking desk. He’s a middle age man with a friendly smile that puts me mildly at ease.

As soon as we’re seated Jim launches into pleading his case.

“Your honor, the denial of custody in this case is a clear violation of discrimination laws in the state of Washington. Ms.Karver was openly uncomfortable when my client mentioned offhand that he is in a domestic relationship with two other men. There was absolutely no basis for denial of custody other than prejudice. As you can see based on the paperwork I sent ahead to you, my client earns a very comfortable income, he has a stable living situation, and he doesn’t have so much as a speeding ticket. Not to mention, the minor in question has entered a written statement of preference to remain with my client. If you have basis to deny custody I’d be interested to hear it.”

“I agree with you,” the judge says as soon as Jim concludes.

My mouth falls open in shock.

“With all due respect your honor, I’m concerned about the effect living with three men engaged in debaucherous behavior will have on an impressionable, young girl.” Denise argues in a haughty tone.

I bite my tongue against telling her to get fucked or correcting her for misgendering Liam.

The judge frowns at her.

“The relationship my client is engaged in has no bearing on this custody hearing. As I’ve stated, there is only one person seeking guardianship and the person is more than capable of supporting his sibling.”

“Frankly, this is an open and shut case for me. I’m concerned that custody was denied in the first place, based on the evidence you’ve shown me and I’m going to make a point of checking into the judge who signed off on this initially. Washington state grants protection under the law to same sex couples seeking to adopt. This is no different than adoption, and the number of sexual partners this man chooses to have is a private matter.”

“So you’re granting me custody?” I blurt before I can stop myself.

“I am,” he confirms with a smile.

“Oh thank god.”

I grab Liam in a tight hug and let out a relieved laugh.

After that there’s just a bit of paperwork to sign and then we’re able to leave.

Once we’re outside I turn to Jim and pull him into a hug.

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“I didn’t have to do much, but I was happy to help.”

Nash and Zade rush over to us, expectantly studying my expression.

“We got it,” I announce and they both cheer.

The three of us surround Liam and join in a giant group hug that has Liam laughing and pleading to be freed.

“I feel like this calls for a taco celebration,” Zade declares.

“Tacos!” Liam cheers, and we all head out, a new lightness in the air.

 

 

Nash

The following day we heard from our realtor that our offer was accepted on the house and we’d be able to move in two weeks.

“We can get a dog, right?” Liam asks as soon as we tell him the good news.

“Yeah, please daddy can we get a dog?” Royal pleads.

“Ugh, it’s up to Zade,” I declare, not wanting to be the one to make the decision.

“Yes,” Royal cheers before turning to Zade and giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please, please, please?” Royal and Liam beg together.

“Fine,” Zade agrees with a sigh. I don’t miss the little smile he’s trying to hide, though.

Royal and Liam start jumping up and down with excitement.

“Listen,” Zade cuts in with an authoritative tone. “Dogs are a lot of work, you have to feed them and walk them, and it’s not cheap to keep them healthy. Do you guys think you’re ready for that?”

“Yes, I promise I’ll take such good care of it,” Liam vows.

“We can go to the shelter this weekend and take a look,” I suggest, which earns another round of cheers from the King siblings.

While Liam and Royal argue over what breed of dog we should get, Zade puts his arms around me from behind and whispers in my ear.

“Feels like a celebration is in order,” his voice is a low rumble in my ear, sending a heated pulse directly between my legs. “Do you think Royal would be opposed to a little bondage?”

“Oh Jesus,” I mutter at the image of Royal splayed naked before us, hands restrained to the headboard as we have our way with him. “Time for bed,” I say over the sound of Royal and Liam’s bickering.

Royal turns to look at me with surprise and intrigue.

“But I’m not tired,” he argues in a teasing tone.

“That’s good, because we’re not sleeping,” Zade adds before leaning down and hoisting Royal over his shoulder.

Liam rolls his eyes at us.

“I’m going to turn the television up really loud, you guys have a good night.”

 

 

Zade

“Get on the bed and put your hands over your head,” I instruct in a stern tone.

Royal shivers and glances at me over his shoulder, then his gaze travels to Nash, and he bites his bottom lip.

“Would you like me to undress first?” He asks in an unusually submissive tone.

“Just your shirt,” Nash says.

Royal obeys, stripping his shirt over his head and then crawling onto the bed. His gaze bounces between Nash and me, a glint of excitement in his eyes, as he stretches his arms above his head and crosses his wrists.

I pull open the top drawer of the dresser and find one of Nash’s ties.

“Think this’ll do?” I ask Nash.

Royal whimpers when he sees what I’m holding. The tent in his shorts flexes and his abs tighten.

“Oh baby, look how badly our man wants it,” I say to Nash. “You want us to tie you up and use you as our fuck toy, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Royal groans. His hands twitch and I know he’s having trouble not reaching down to soothe his aching cock.

I grab a second tie out of the drawer and hand it to Nash and then we climb onto the bed, each taking one of Royal’s hands and securing them to the headboard.

“How’s that? Not too tight?” Nash asks.

“So good,” Royal affirms, his chest already heaving.

“We need a safe word,” Nash suggests.

“I don’t need a safe word,” Royal argues, managing to roll his lust fogged eyes.

“How about if you need us to stop just say ‘I’m a giant vagina’?” I suggest.

“Deal,” Royal laughs.

Nash huffs in annoyance so I grab his hair and pull him into a kiss over Royal’s chest. I lick my tongue along his lower lip before thrusting it into his mouth. The taste of Nash on my tongue with Royal writhing, bound beneath us has my cock hard as granite.

The way Nash attacks my mouth lets me know he’s feeling the same way.

Reaching down I run my fingers along Royal’s chest. When they graze the barbell in his left nipple he moans. I roll it between my thumb and forefinger as my tongue continues to dance with Nash’s.

Royal let’s out a string of curses and I peak open one eye to find Nash’s hand down Royal’s pants. Watching the rhythmic stroking of Nash’s hand inside Royal’s shorts sends a jolt of heat to the pit of my stomach.

I kiss my way down Nash’s neck, sucking and biting hard enough to mark him.

“I wish I could leave a permanent mark on you,” I murmur against the crook where his neck meets his shoulder.

“You might not be able to, but Royal and I can certainly mark you.”

The idea warms me from the inside out.

“First thing tomorrow,” I agree, tracing my tongue along his Adam's apple.

I pull away from Nash and lower my head to Royal’s chest. Nash follows suit, inching down the bed and tugging at Royal’s pants. He lifts his hips to help Nash undress him and my mouth waters as Royal’s cock bounces against his stomach, thick and glistening with pre-cum.

Nash parts Royal’s legs and settles between them, his face disappearing as he tongues Royal’s sack. I tug one of  his nipple rings between my teeth and Royal thrashes against his restraints.

“Doing okay?” Nash checks in with Royal.

“No, I need you inside me,” Royal pleads.

Nash makes a low noise in the back of his throat before diving back in, lifting Royal’s legs higher so he can tongue his ass.

I wrap my lips around the broad head of Royal’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Royal pants.

I pulse my tongue against his shaft as I suck him deep. Royal’s body tenses and his hips buck. I pull off his cock before he can reach the point of no return, and reach for the lube in the bedside table. 

A few days ago we discussed and agreed on forgoing condoms, so I skip those and just toss the bottle of lube onto the bed next to Nash.

I slide my own pants down and Nash does the same. There’s no better sight than both my men hard and naked.

“Come here,” I grab Nash and drag him down beside Royal and all three sets of lips and tongues become a hot, tangled mess of longing.

Nash’s fingers wrap around the base of my cock and stroke me in slow, heady tugs.

“Oh Jesus,” I moan into the combined heat of their mouths.

“Think it will work for us to sixty-nine while Nash fucks me?” 

“We can sure as hell try,” I agree. “Might be easier without you tied up, though.”

Royal nods and Nash and I hurry to unbind his wrists.

“Scoot down the bed, and we’ll go sideways,” I suggest.

Nash seems to be in full agreement as he strokes himself while watching Royal and I get into position.

Royal wastes no time digging his fingers into my thighs and teasing his tongue along the thick vein running along the underside of my shaft.

I lick the seam of Royal’s balls as I watch Nash move behind him and then slick his fingers with lube. Nash uses one hand to part Royal’s ass cheeks and then moves his lubed finger to circle his hole.

I flick my tongue against the bundle of nerves in the V where the head of Royal’s cock meets the shaft. In return, Royal’s lips wrap around me and he slowly starts to suck me down. One of my hands sneaks between Royal’s legs to join Nash’s.

The feeling of Nash’s finger disappearing inside Royal’s tight pucker makes my hips twitch, burying my cock deeper in Royal’s mouth.

Royal moans around me as my finger circles his hole while Nash penetrates him. I gather some of the excess lube Nash left behind and use it to slick my finger, and then I slip it inside to join Nash’s.

Royal whimpers and moans sending shockwaves from my cock to my balls and up my spine. Royal pulls off, and takes a deep breath.

“Please, fuck, please get inside me,” Royal pleads before taking me back into his mouth.

Nash pulls his finger out, but I continue fucking into Royal’s tight channel with mine. 

I hear the squelch of lube being squeezed out as Nash slicks himself up. When the crown of Nash’s cock presses against Royal’s entrance I still don’t pull my finger out.

“Holy mother of fuck, Jesus, fuck,” Royal curses and moans as we stretch him tighter than ever before.

Not wanting to neglect my own role, I return to sucking him. As Nash starts to thrust, he forces Royal’s cock down my throat and the sensation nearly undoes me on the spot.

I force my finger deep, brushing his prostate. Royal’s finger brushes my own entrance, his other hand massaging my balls.

When Nash’s thrusts grow more frantic I’m ready to pull out all the stops because I’m seconds from unloading.

I pulse my finger against Royal’s prostate and his cock thickens deep in my throat. I swallow around him and do it again and with satisfying force he comes apart, his whole body convulsing as he floods my mouth with cum. As soon as I hear Nash cry out I let myself go, the impact of my release is almost a punch in the gut.

“Every time I think it can’t possibly get better you both prove me wrong,” Royal mutters, his words slightly slurred thanks to the energy sapping orgasm.

“You know how much I love a challenge,” I tease.

My limbs feel heavy so it’s a nearly insurmountable task to spin myself around so I’m the right direction on the bed alongside Nash and Royal.

“I need to go hop in the shower, but I’m dead,” Royal complains.

I chuckle. I feel his pain, there’s nothing worse than having lube slathered all up in your crack.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, I applied to the graduate psychology program at the UW.”

“Proud of you,” Nash says, his voice heavy with sleep as well. Then he reaches over Royal and grabs my hand.

“Ew, now we all need to shower, you just rubbed your lube-y fingers all over my hand,” I complain.

“No way am I trying to fit all three of us in that shower again,” Nash argues.

“Can’t wait til we move into the new place, that shower is going to be amazing.”

“Mmhmm,” Nash agrees.