Chapter 110

Chapter 110
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of desire and the raw, unfiltered tension crackling between the three men. 

Kael's soft moans, punctuated by the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock, were a siren's call, pulling Rhys and Corvin into his orbit. Corvin's lips devoured Kael's in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue, a hungry edge to it that spoke of pent-up frustration and need.

Kael groaned into Corvin's mouth, his free hand gripping Corvin's thigh, nails digging in as he arched into the kiss.

Rhys watched, his breath catching, cock straining painfully against his loose grey pants. The sight of Corvin and Kael locked together—Kael's naked body writhing, Corvin's hand working himself with deliberate strokes—set his blood on fire. 

His earlier resolve to talk, to explain, burned away under the heat of their display. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice a low growl, as he shifted closer, the bed creaking under his weight.

Corvin broke the kiss, panting, his lips swollen and glistening as he turned his head to Rhys, eyes blazing with challenge. "Well, Lieutenant?" he purred, voice dripping with seduction, his hand still lazily stroking his own length. "What are you going to do about him?" He tightened his grip on Kael's jaw, tilting his head back to expose the column of his throat, then leaned in to drag his tongue along Kael's pulse, making him shudder and moan louder. "What are you going to do about us?"

Kael's eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust, locking onto Rhys. "Yeah, Rhys," he rasped, his hand speeding up on his cock, hips bucking slightly. "You gonna keep talking… or you gonna show us?" His smirk was pure provocation, his body a naked temptation sprawled between them, daring Rhys to act.

Rhys's restraint snapped like a frayed wire. "You want me to show you?" he growled, surging forward to grab Kael's wrist, stilling his hand mid-stroke. 

Kael gasped, his cock twitching in Rhys's grip, and Rhys leaned in close, his lips hovering over Kael's. "Careful what you ask for, Sergeant." His free hand shot out to Corvin, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into a searing, three-way kiss that was all messy heat, tongues clashing, breaths mingling in a desperate tangle.

Corvin moaned into the kiss, his hand abandoning his own cock to grip Rhys's shoulder, nails biting into skin.

"Fuck, Rhys," he breathed against his lips, "don't stop now." Corvin shoved his pants down further, freeing himself completely, and pressed his body closer, sandwiching Kael between them. 

The heat of their bodies, the slick slide of skin on skin, sent a jolt through all three, their groans blending into a single, primal sound.

Rhys pulled back just enough to yank his own pants off, his cock springing free, hard and leaking. Kael's eyes darkened at the sight, and he reached out, wrapping his fingers around Rhys, stroking him with the same relentless rhythm he'd used on himself.

"Fuck, Lieutenant," Kael murmured, his voice thick with want, "you're so damn hard for us."

Rhys groaned, his hips thrusting into Kael's grip, his hand sliding down to cup Corvin's cock, stroking him in return. "You have no idea," he rasped, his thumb circling the tip of Corvin's length, making the doctor shudder and curse under his breath. "Both of you… driving me fucking crazy."

Corvin's head fell back, a low moan spilling from his lips as Rhys worked him, his hips jerking into the touch. "Then do something about it," he challenged, grabbing Kael's chin again to pull him into another rough kiss, their lips slick and desperate. 

Kael's free hand roamed, fingers digging into Rhys's thigh, then sliding up to tease Corvin's nipple, pinching just hard enough to make him gasp.

Rhys growled, the sound vibrating in his chest as he pushed Kael flat onto the bed, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. "You want action, Kael?" he said, voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing Kael's jaw. "I'll give you action." He leaned over to Corvin, kissing him hard, possessive, before pulling back to grab the lube from the first aid box Corvin had left on the table. 

"Both of you. On your knees."

Kael's smirk widened, but his eyes were molten with desire as he obeyed, rolling onto his stomach and pushing up onto his knees, ass on display. 

Corvin hesitated for a split second, his gaze flickering with that lingering doubt, but Rhys's hand on his hip, guiding him, was enough to make him follow. He knelt beside Kael, their shoulders brushing, the heat of their bodies amplifying every touch.

Rhys slicked his fingers with lube, his eyes locked on the two men before him, their bodies taut and ready, waiting for him. 

He reached for Kael first, circling his entrance with a slick finger before pushing in slowly, drawing a deep, shuddering moan from Kael's lips. 

"Fuck, Rhys," Kael gasped, pushing back against his hand, greedy for more.

Corvin watched, his breath hitching, cock throbbing as Rhys's other hand found him, teasing his entrance with the same deliberate care.

"Rhys," Corvin whispered, his voice breaking as Rhys slid a finger inside, stretching him with a slow, burning precision that made his toes curl. 

"Goddamn it…" Rhys leaned forward, his lips brushing Kael's spine, then Corvin's, alternating kisses as he worked them both, fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had them panting, moaning, begging for more. "You're mine," he growled, his voice raw with possession. "Both of you. No more walls. No more running."

Kael's laugh was breathless, his body trembling as he pushed back harder against Rhys's fingers. "Prove it, Lieutenant. Fuck us like you mean it."

Corvin's moan was softer, but no less desperate, his hand reaching out to grip Kael's, their fingers intertwining as Rhys added another finger, stretching them both, pushing them closer to the edge. "Rhys… please," Corvin gasped, his voice a plea, all traces of anger gone, replaced by raw, aching need.Rhys's cock throbbed, the sight of them—Kael's brazen want, Corvin's quiet surrender—nearly undoing him. 

He withdrew his fingers, slicking himself with lube before positioning himself behind Kael, his hands gripping Kael's hips. "You ready, Sergeant?" he asked, voice rough as he pressed forward, entering Kael in one slow, deep thrust.

Kael's moan was loud, unrestrained, his body arching as Rhys filled him. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his hands fisting the sheets. "Harder, Rhys. Don't hold back."

Rhys didn't. 

He set a punishing pace, each thrust drawing moans and curses from Kael, the sound spurring him on. His hand reached for Corvin, pulling him closer, guiding him to kneel in front of Kael. 

"Take care of him, Doc," Rhys said, voice thick with command and desire.

Corvin didn't hesitate, leaning down to take Kael's cock into his mouth, sucking with a fervor that made Kael cry out, his body caught between Rhys's relentless thrusts and Corvin's hot, wet mouth. 

The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—moans, gasps, the slick rhythm of bodies moving together, raw and unfiltered.

Rhys's hand slid to Corvin's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts into Kael, his own pleasure building, a tight coil ready to snap. "You're both mine," he growled again, his voice breaking as he felt Kael tighten around him, Corvin's moans vibrating against Kael's cock. 

"Come for me. Now." Rhys commanded. 

Kael came first, his body shaking as he spilled into Corvin's mouth, his moans muffled but desperate.

Corvin followed, his release coating Rhys's hand, his body trembling as he sucked Kael through his climax.

Rhys thrust harder, chasing his own release, and when it hit, it was blinding, a roar tearing from his throat as he spilled deep inside Kael, his vision whiting out with the intensity.

They collapsed together, a sweaty, tangled mess on the bed, breaths ragged, bodies spent. Rhys pulled them close, one arm around Kael, the other around Corvin, their warmth grounding him. 

"No more running," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. "We do this together. All of us."

Kael chuckled weakly, his head resting on Rhys's chest. "Fuck, Lieutenant. If this is your idea of talking… I'm in."

Corvin's lips curved into a small, tired smile, his hand resting on Kael's hip, brushing against Rhys's. "We'll see, Rhys," he murmured, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his surrender. "We'll see."

The room was still heavy with the afterglow, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex as Rhys, Kael, and Corvin lay tangled together on the large bed, their breaths slowly evening out. 

Kael's head rested on Rhys's chest, his body lax and sated, while Corvin's fingers traced lazy patterns on Kael's hip, his own body pressed close to Rhys's side.

The quiet was intimate, but the heat between them hadn't fully dissipated—it simmered, ready to ignite again at the slightest spark.

Rhys's eyes drifted to Corvin, catching the way the doctor's blue gaze flickered with something unspoken, a lingering hunger that mirrored the ache still pulsing in Rhys's veins. Kael's words—"Fuck, Lieutenant. If this is your idea of talking… I'm in"—echoed in his mind, but it was Corvin's quiet surrender, the "We'll see" that carried a challenge, that drove Rhys to act. 

He needed to prove it—not just to Kael, but to Corvin, whose doubts still lingered like a shadow.

Rhys shifted, careful not to disturb Kael, who was already half-dozing, and turned his attention fully to Corvin. His hand slid from Kael's hip to Corvin's, fingers digging in just enough to make the doctor's breath hitch. 

"You're still thinking too much, Doc," Rhys murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with a promise that sent a shiver down Corvin's spine. He leaned in, lips brushing Corvin's ear, hot breath teasing his skin. "I'm not done showing you."

Corvin's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he tried to muster a retort, but the words died in his throat when Rhys's hand slid lower, cupping his ass with a possessive grip. 

"Rhys," Corvin started, his voice shaky, caught between caution and want, "you just—"

"Don't tell me what I can handle," Rhys cut him off, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. 

He moved swiftly, rolling Corvin onto his back, pinning him to the bed with the weight of his body. Corvin's gasp was sharp, his hands instinctively grabbing Rhys's shoulders, fingers digging into muscle as Rhys hovered over him, eyes burning with intent.

Kael stirred, cracking one eye open to take in the scene. A lazy grin spread across his face. "Well, damn, Lieutenant," he murmured, propping himself up on an elbow to watch. "Don't let me stop you."

Corvin shot Kael a half-hearted glare, but it melted into a moan when Rhys's lips found his throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. 

"Fuck, Rhys," Corvin breathed, his body arching into the touch despite himself, his cock already hardening again under Rhys's relentless attention. "You're insatiable."

"You have no idea," Rhys growled, his hands roaming Corvin's body, mapping every curve and plane with rough, reverent touches. He reached for the lube on the table, slicking his fingers again, his eyes locked on Corvin's as he slid a hand between the doctor's thighs, teasing his entrance. "You doubted me, Doc. Thought I'd walk away. Let me show you how wrong you were."

Corvin's breath hitched, his legs parting instinctively as Rhys pushed a finger inside, slow and deliberate, curling just right to make Corvin's hips jerk. 

"Shit," Corvin gasped, his hands fisting the sheets, his body torn between the lingering ache of their earlier round and the fresh wave of need Rhys was stoking.

"Rhys… fuck, go easy—"

"No," Rhys said, his voice firm but not unkind, adding a second finger, stretching Corvin with a precision that made his head spin. 

"You don't get easy. You get me—all of me." He leaned down, capturing Corvin's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans as he worked his fingers deeper, faster, until Corvin was trembling beneath him, panting into his mouth.

Kael watched, his own cock twitching at the sight, but he stayed back, content to let Rhys take the lead. "Fuck, you two are hot," he muttered, his voice thick with approval as he lazily stroked himself, eyes never leaving them.

Rhys pulled back, withdrawing his fingers to slick his cock, his gaze never wavering from Corvin's flushed face. "You ready for me, Doc?" he asked, voice low and commanding as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against Corvin's entrance. "Tell me you want this."

Corvin's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, but there was something softer there too—trust, fragile but growing. "I want you," he whispered, his voice raw, honest. "Fuck me, Rhys."

That was all Rhys needed. He pushed forward, entering Corvin in one slow, deep thrust, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. 

Corvin's moan was loud, unrestrained, his legs wrapping around Rhys's waist to pull him closer, deeper. 

"Fuck… Rhys," he gasped, his nails raking down Rhys's back, leaving trails of fire.

Rhys set a steady pace, each thrust deliberate, claiming, his hands gripping Corvin's hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel so fucking good," he growled, his lips brushing Corvin's jaw, his neck, anywhere he could reach, marking him with kisses and bites. "You're mine, Corvin. No more doubts."

Corvin's moans grew louder, his body rocking with Rhys's thrusts, the bed creaking under them. "Yours," he panted, his hands sliding to Rhys's ass, urging him harder, faster. "Fuck… don't stop."

Kael's low chuckle broke through their haze, his hand still lazily stroking his cock. "Look at you, Doc," he teased, leaning closer to brush a kiss against Corvin's temple. "Falling apart for him. Fucking beautiful."

Rhys's pace quickened, driven by Corvin's moans and Kael's words, the heat building to a fever pitch. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Corvin's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, determined to push him over the edge. "Come for me, Corvin," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Show me you're mine."

Corvin's body tensed, his moans breaking into a cry as he came, hot and messy over Rhys's hand, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. The sight, the feel of Corvin clenching around him, sent Rhys spiraling, his own release hitting hard, a low roar tearing from his throat as he spilled deep inside Corvin, his hips stuttering with the force of it.They collapsed together, Rhys careful not to crush Corvin as he pulled out, both of them panting, slick with sweat. 

Kael slid closer, wrapping an arm around them both, his grin lazy but warm. "Fuck, Lieutenant," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Rhys's shoulder. "You don't do half-measures, do you?"

Rhys chuckled breathlessly, pulling Corvin into his chest, his hand carding through the doctor's damp hair. "Not with you two," he said, his voice softening as he met Corvin's gaze. "You believe me now, Doc? I'm not going anywhere."

Corvin's lips curved into a small, tired smile, his hand resting on Rhys's chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "I'm starting to," he whispered, his voice raw but honest. He leaned up, kissing Rhys softly, a promise in the gentle press of lips. "But you're gonna have to keep proving it."

Rhys's grin was sharp, his arm tightening around both men. "Challenge accepted." As they settled into the bed, bodies entwined, the weight of Base 7's looming challenges faded for now, replaced by the heat of their connection—a bond forged in fire, ready to burn through whatever came next.