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NSFW Claude Week, June 3: Indulgence
When Dimitri and Dedue inform him that they are finally willing to try fucking him both at the same time like he's a double stuffed sweet bun, Claude resists the strong urge to shout his victory to the heavens.
It takes a lot of willpower, honestly. Really, it's incredibly commendable. Instead, Claude grins so wide that it hurts. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," he says to the visiting king of Faerghus, and the diplomat from Duscur. The desert breeze is cool as it wafts into the room of his guest estate, somewhere kept a little closer to Fodlan's Throat, to make diplomatic visits like this easier on everyone. "Still, you know I have to ask why your minds changed suddenly, Mitya."
For things like this, it's a little easier to get answers out of Dimitri. Oh, sure, Dedue could answer, but Dedue is also a little more reserved, and also he doesn't fall apart into a flushed mess like Dimitri does, right now. "It simply came up in conversation," he says demurely. When he talks like that, one would never imagine that he can fuck Claude so hard that his voice gives out. "We thought you've done well, when we have gotten into bed with you before - even when we have taken you one after the other."
Ah.... Good nights. Claude remembers them fondly, with a toy around his cock keeping him from coming, those large hands pinning him to the bed, and a brutal pace making stars explode behind his eyes.
It's the kind of thing he'd love to do again, save for the fact that he has to really plan for the following days where he can't wallk.
"I'm glad to have earned your approval, then," Claude says, grinning and lounging back in the expensive sofa that's in his elaborate little vacation home. For entertaining... and, more fun to him, 'entertaining'. "Although I've been able to take both of your cocks for a while now, and with some pretty impressive marathons happening then, too. I can't even remember the last time we were able to get together in a way where you could both take turns fucking me..." Their meetings all together like this are rare, compared to the times when they can meet each other one on one.
Dimitri and Dedue have it the easiest, of course, on account of how close Faerghus and Duscur are to each other. Once upon a time, Claude used to feel maybe a little jealous about that fact, a little out of place. Almyra is technically neighbors to Fodlan, of course, but not to the Faerghus region of Fodlan, and that makes a lot of difference with how Fodlan's capital has shifted to the Faerghus one.
And then Dimitri had established an embassy near Fodlan's throat. And then he'd taken the time to visit. And then Dedue had written letters to him, small flowers pressed inbetween the pages of a scarred land returning to glory.
Which is all nice, and does a lot for him, of course, but still. The three of them don't always have a chance to get together like they are right now.
"We thought it might be for the best if we went slow with you," Dedue says, relaxed where he sits at his own seat near a small indoor pool Claude has in his room. There are no fish inside of it, because it's far too shallow for that and Claude isn't cruel, but it does have a few lily pads in there that are in fine health. Specially made, just for him. "We know you can get excited, and we wanted to make sure you were prepared."
It's sweet, how much the two of them care about him, and how they want to make sure he doesn't get hurt. But also- "Oh please," Claude says delightedly. "I've been prepared. Both of you wait right there."
Dimitri blinks at him, befuddled, but he certainly stays right where he is, standing and besides Dedue's own seat. That's fine. Claude focuses more on going over to the massive canopy bed, whose practically see-through curtains have been pulled out of the way for the time behind. Honestly it's a good thing, because Claude wouldn't want to bother fiddling with them to get them out of the way as he gets on his knees and slides underneath his bed.
There are, in fact, more than a few things he keeps stored underneath his bed... Just in case. In case of what? All sorts of things honestly. He has an emergency pack, filled with clothes and some cash, should he ever need to make a hasty retreat out of the building. He has a couple of interesting reading, and a couple of books with portions carved out of them, and none of them are actually important. It's too obvious a hiding spot, but a good place to jerk around the chain of anyone snooping. And then there are a couple of daggers, because it's always good to have a weapon nearby on hand.
There is also a moderately large trunk, in easy rich from the edge of the bed, and that's what Claude pulls out.
He's honestly rather proud as he pulls it over to them, shooing away Dimitri when he comes over as if to help. This is nothing he hasn't lugged around before, and it's not really any big deal for him to drag it over to where Dedue is. "Appreciate my efforts," he says grandly as he undoes the lock and latches. With that, he flips the lid wide open.
Dimitri stares like he's just been handed a holy artifact. Dedue's eyebrows slowly rise up to his hairline. "That is an impressive amount of sex toys," the latter says thoughtfully, with a lot more restraint than Dimitri has in him, apparently.
That sort of compliment - and Claude is choosing to take it as such - makes him puff up in pride. "Sometimes I had to satisfy myself, you know," he says. Sure, he's had past lovers - most of questionable and shitty quality, sure, but he had them - but a lot of other times, he just couldn't afford to be with another person for whatever reason. In that case, well, such toys became his best friend. This was especially true during the war, when his stress could easy up enough for his libido to exist. And anyway... "What's the point of being king if I can't indulge a tiny bit now and then inbetween all the work I do? I like keeping up on technological advancements."
Slowly, Dimitri tilts his head to the side. "The technological advancements of - toys?" he asks, voice tripping on that last word as he curls his hand loosely against his chest.
A sly grin spreads across Claude's face. "Oh, my dear and beloved Mitya... There's a whole world beyond the one you know. Trust me when I say that people are constantly making all sorts of new strides in terms of magic and technology, just to get their rocks off. It's rather admirable, honestly." Leaning around the lid, Claude considers what he has to choose from and makes his choice with a swift pluck. "For example, this? A magic connection is established between the two items. When you adjust the switch on this, it makes the other start to vibrate."
Dimitri, whose view of sex used to be that it should probably be done in a dark room and missionary style when Claude first met him, furrows his brow. "Vibrate?"
"It feels good when placed inside of someone, I believe," Dedue explains patiently, eyebrows lowering to their natural resting spot. While Dimitri takes this new idea in, Dedue leans forward with at least some interest. Claude will that that as another success of the night. He knows Dedue is into him, of course, and in multiple ways... but it's always good to see their much more stoic lover peel some of himself back and offer a glimpse of that interest. "Do you truly need so many?"
Okay. So. Maybe that's a valid question. Claude shrugs, straightening up as he turns the small toy around inbetween his fingers. "I suppose I don't need them, but... I get curious. Besides, sometimes what I'm in the mood for changes, when I don't have the two of you around to give me some affection."
Dimitri's eye is focused on his hand; Claude flashes a grin at him just to watch him go pink. Ducking his head, Dimitri seems to consider things for a moment before he peers up at Claude from beneath his lashes. "You missed us that much?"
Sometimes, Claude wonders how Dimitri doesn't just have an entourage trailing behind him at all times, composed entirely of every single pathetic sap who's fallen for that pretty blue eye and bonedeep sincerity and how Dimitri does things like guide them down steps or hold open doors. He thinks that with nothing less than complete fondness, because he'd be one of those exact people. It's a hard feeling to fight, when Dimitri smiles at him so gingerly and there's such adoration in his gaze.
What else is he supposed to do? Deny him? Absolutely not. So Claude smiles back, feeling kind of stupid with love, and tells him, "I miss you two all the time, obviously."
When he glances over to Dedue, a flutter of pleasure rises in his heart when he sees that a similar sweet smile is on his lips, too. "We will have to write more letters, then," he says, before he holds his hand out expectantly.
"Well, I won't refuse them," Claude replies, and hands over the toy he's been fiddling with. "So, curious about that one in particular, are you?"
"I would be lying if I said otherwise." Dedue holds the toy up a little bit, to get a better look at it, and that seems to finally snap Dimitri out of his own embarrassed surprise. The blond leans over a bit, watching what Dedue does with his hands. "I am going to assume that the part that goes inside of you is what's inside this case right now... Why do you have it like that?"
Oh - he forgot that might be seen as a little strange. Claude shrugs, chuckling. "I just want to make sure that it doesn't get lost... And to make sure that I don't mix up what magical toys go together. It would be a nuisance, to say the least, if I tried to use a toy on myself, only to find out that I'd gotten them mixed up with something else." Raising his hand, he twirls his pointer finger a bit to illustrate his meaning. "So I get a case for that part, I make sure the other one has something I can loop through it... Get a bit of colored twine, tie them together, and ta da! No problem whatsoever."
"You think quite a bit about your sex toys," Dimitri says, half stunned and half adoring, which is certainly a tone to use when talking about things Claude shoves into his ass. Holding out his hand to Dedue, he accepts the discreet vibrator for his own investigation. "What about the small ones?"
That has Claude double take, and he blinks down into the trunk. "Small ones? You mean the beads, or the..." Glancing up at Dimitri, he pauses and snorts.
Dedue has a similar little smirk on his face, although it disappears when he glances up at Dimitri from the corner of his eye. "Just because they are not the size of us, my love," he says to a reddening Dimitri, "does not mean the other toys are necessarily small." While Dimitri dies over what he no doubt thinks is his own terrible hubris, Dedue picks up indeed one of the very particularly designed anal toys. It's not quite like the beads, but the shape has certainly been carefully molded in that direction. "You have quite a few interesting shapes in here."
"I have no idea what you mean," Claude teases, and laughs at the flat glance Dedue sends his way. At this rate, he thinks it's almost a game between them - Claude teasing, and Dedue indulging him with such a look. It's never serious. "But honestly, you would be really surprised at the different kinds of sensations you get from different toys, and that includes the shapes. I mean, I'll always prefer the real deal, of course, but..."
Hey. There's no shame in a little bit of experimentation.
The small case with the toy in it detaches with a noticeable click, and Dimitri's shoulders jerk up a little bit as though it's about as loud as a cavalry crash. Maybe it is, for someone who would probably have preferred it completely silent. "We are glad to indulge you, of course... Although now I am curious as to what other shapes there are, and what they can do."
Well, well, well! Claude beams, and makes his way around the trunk. "Oh, that's easy. Well, explaining them will be easy. Picking somewhere to start, that's a little harder. Dedue, you keep that one on hand, and we can move onto it in a bit... You know, I really like the person who put in all these bumps-"
Sometimes, Claude forgets just how all in on something he's gotten until it's time for him to go through it all again, or if he's searching for something very much in particular. He's had that issue before, honestly, when it's come to research that he's been doing. He gets so absorbed in the act of reading, of collecting, that it all blurs together - kind of similar to the feeling of clinging to the back of a wyvern as it ascends high up into the air. When he comes to a stop to look at it all - the amount off work he's done, or the terrain stretching out beneath the two of them - that's when it hits him how much everything is.
He's having very much that same experience right now, staring at a trunk just stuffed to the brim (like he hopes to be) with sex toys.
As he sorts through his massive selection, Dimitri and Dedue are mostly silent behind him, save for the occasional shift of cloth as it rubs against a body, or something is dropped onto it. Claude is pretty sure it's the toy's case, from Dimitri. It doesn't really matter. All he does is think, and then overthink a little more as is his way, before he picks a fun and complicated little thing that twists in strange ways all along the length of it.
"Alright, we'll start with this," he says, getting up to his feet as he turns back to the two of them.
Dimitri is settled down on a seat now, with Dedue standing - a reverse to how they were at the start of this conversation. Dedue seems to have put the not-quite-anal-beads down over to the side, where they'd be out of the way, and he simply has his arms crossed as he watches Claude with that same patient and hard to read stare of his.
In contrast, Dimitri is still sort of fiddling with the toy from earlier, thumb nudging at the switch without quite turning it on. His head has to be in the clouds, because he jolts when Claude looks over at them. "Oh!" he says. "Well, it looks interesting."
What a polite, if true, way of describing a toy with a purpose like this. "It's a lot more interesting when inside of me," Claude says with a grin.
Dimitri must finally be acclimating to all of the sex talk. He doesn't so much as stutter, and instead shakes his head. A faint hint of amusement passes through Dedue's own gaze, and he inclines his head down towards the small sofa Dimitri is sitting on. "You may as well sit down while you're speaking," says the man who is also speaking, and yet refusing to sit down himself. "It should be more comfortable."
For all that he's mentally teasing the man, Claude does have to admit that he has a point. With how things are, he's guaranteed to be talking for a while; they've kind of kickstarted him now. So he moves to sit down, talking as he does. "Anyway, what I've noticed about this ooooone-!"
Anything else he could say on the delightful details of the dildo in his hand is completely left to scatter into the air as Dimitri reaches forward to yank him down onto his lap. Before Claude can think to react - if he'd even want to - Dimitri has him seated down, and his arms loop underneath his legs to haul them upwards until Claude is practically folded in half. One of Dimitri's hands shifts, adjusts so that it's not quite a grip, and his palm is a lot more smooth when it returns to the junction of Claude's leg. There's a light thump, a clatter - ah, he thinks he gets it.
Claude laughs, maybe a little bit too high and fast, fueled by adrenaline and a dose of arousal. "Did I say something?" he asks cheekily, even as he feels Dedue's hands wind around him in order to tug off the cloth belt keeping his pants up.
Against his ear, Dimitri's breath runs hot, and a shudder jolts up Claude's spine. "It seemed a shame to not use everything you've compiled together over the years," he whispers, the sound doing something as it enters Claude's ear. Dedue's hands tug his pants up his thighs, past his knees, and take his underclothes with them. "We thought you might appreciate it."
"Oh, so this isn't about being so out of it with desire that you can't hold back from fucking me anymore?" Claude says. His pants are left to hang around his ankles, a bunched up mess. From between his thighs, he can just barely make out Dedue's movements, although it's not doing him much good.
And really, it's kind of hard to pay any attention to what's happening on the other side of his legs when Dimitri's lips nudge against his neck and his teeth dig into his flesh. Claude gasps, a twitch of arousal running through his limp cock. Well, it's sure as hell not going to be limp for much longer, at the rate things are going. "You're being quite mouthy, for someone who's in both of our hands," Dimitri growls, his voice hitting that particular low and dark tone that Claude has come to more than once.
"Yessir," Claude murmurs, and maybe he's still being a little cheeky, because Dimitri bites down on his neck once again. All he can do is shudder in Dimitri's grasp.
Or maybe what's making him shudder is the sound of a vial popping open, a noise that goes right down to his gut. "You can always tell us to stop," Dedue says, guiding his nose, his lips, along the inside of Claude's knee. When he tries to squirm at the feeling, Dimitri's grip on him only grows all the more insistent.
All of it just makes Claude grins. "But I won't," he confirms to the both of them, the way they're trying so very hard to work him up. Well - they're managing that quite successfully. "I do have a question, however. Just when exactly did you two-" He cuts his own words off with a gasp, feeling one of Dedue's hands stretch one cheek out while a much cooler and slicker finger starts tracing around his hole. It takes a second for Claude's brain to remember what exactly he was going to say. "Mm, when exactly did you two come up with this plan? I could have swore you didn't even know about this until five minutes ago..."
Dimitri doesn't answer him. This would be because Dimitri is busy working a hickey into the junction of his throat, where he's going to have a hell of a time covering up. Thus, it falls to Dedue, still teasing his poor twitching hole. "While you were busy choosing what toy to talk about," he says simply.
That explains the 'when', of course, but when Claude asks 'when did you have time to do this thing', he's also naturally including the 'how in the hell did you do it in that time'. Claude knows that. Dedue knows that. And yet he doesn't bother to follow up at all, just teasing Claude until he so suddenly slides the very tip of his finger in... and right as Claude opens his mouth to speak, too. Dastardly. Claude can't stop the strangled noise that falls out of him, and it evolves into a breathless laugh. "And I heard nothing about it?"
"No, you didn't," Dedue says matter of factly, which would sound so bland and dry if not for the smile Claude can feel against his skin.
Such endearing bastards he's hooked himself to, Claude reflects, and rolls his head to the side in surrender of Dimitri's teeth. Sometimes, he almost wonders if Dimitri and Dedue have established some sort of telepathic communication from years of knowing one another, although that's silly. Whatever their relationship is, it's something that's been born from years of work. Still, they probably were able to come up with a rough plan of action with some looks and slight gestures alone.
Maybe if Claude is good for them, in more ways than one, they'll let it slip.
That's as much planning as he's able to come up with, because then Dedue's finger finally pushes all the way in, up to the first knuckle, then past that. It's by far not the biggest thing Claude has ever taken into himself; his variety of toys and these two as his lovers should be more than enough to do away with that notion. Yet there's something about their hands that drives him absolutely wild, that never fails to harden his cock and have him squirm back against Dimitri's chest, the toy having long been dropped to roll wherever the hell it will roll.
It's the callouses they have. The ones Dimitri's wears, so worn from steadfast training with his lance that he never skips out no matter where he goes. The ones covering Dedue's hands, a result of patient work in his garden as he sinks them into the willing dirt.
His fingers sink pretty easy into Claude, too, and he would say he gets where the dirt is coming from.
It's kind of hard to do anything when he's folded up like this, and the most that's available to him is with his hands. So he does what he does best: he works with limited resources. One hand smooths down along Dimitri's forearm, sleeve rolled up to reveal those firm muscles held in such clear definition. That one is for himself, admittedly, a little something to tide him over as Dedue's finger drags along his insides.
His other hand moves with a bit more purpose. That one he reaches back with, sliding it along Dimitri's cheek and bumping into the strings of his eyepatch. He's not looking for those, however. He's seeking Dimitri's hair so that he can tangle his fingers into it all, wind the strands around his knuckles and tug.
Dimitri's growl rumbles through into his throat as though they're one, and it goes straight to Claude's cock, drawing out a moan from his own lips. "Like that?" he murmurs, tongue dragging over his teeth as he feels a second of Dedue's fingers being to press into him. "C'mon, Mitya, tell me how much you like it, tell me what you wanna do to me."
"Fill your too talkative mouth," Dimitri growls back when he unlatches his teeth from Claude's neck, going instead to the lobe of his ear. "For starters."
"Did you use some of these toys before we arrived?" Dedue asks, his own voice a little more conversational, but only because anything would seem like that compared to Dimitri's heavy voice right in Claude's ear. It takes him a minute, his mind a little frazzled from the attention, to note Dedue's own tone is heavy with desire. "It seems easier to prepare you tonight."
Another finger slides into Claude before he has a chance to answer, dragging a moan out of his throat instead of words. "Maybe," he says, when he's caught his breath again. He did, actually, just the other night. What can he say? The idea of them being so near... "What would you do to me if I said yes?"
What Dedue does is what he's best at, which is that he uses his actions instead of his words, and presses one more finger into him. Claude's entire body shakes for a moment, lungs devoid of breath, and his cock is already a little more than half hard and pressing against his belly when he comes to again. Shit - at this rate, Dedue could probably press his whole fist into him, and that is not a small fist.
While his asshole gets stretched out wide enough to accept a whole lance, probably, Dimitri nudges at his face with his own mouth. "What do you think we could do to you?" he murmurs, and steals Claude's ability to answer with a kiss when he looks over at him.
It's deep, stealing away his breath more than it was already stolen, and Claude feels dazed when the contact breaks between them. "Could do all sorts of things to me," he says, when he remembers that he was asked a question before that kiss. "The real answer is- ah, what couldn't you do to me?" The stretch that's going through him, in this contortionist of a position, finally seems to be reaching him, and Claude groans. "Dedue, are you trying to fit your whole arm through there?"
"Considering that you have been wanting to take both of us for months, now, I am fairly certain you would enjoy that," Dedue says, which is incredibly rude, but also probably true.
Before Claude can point out this terrible rudeness that truly slanders his character so, Dedue pulls his fingers out from him. Claude whines, already aching from the emptiness of everything and the sudden chill that sweeps over those empty spaces before his body has time to adjust. It's honestly probably not that cold... But compared to the heat of his arousal and the heat of Dedue's fingers? It's freezing.
Dimitri's mouth grows gentle against him, presses soft kisses and murmurs reassurances. "Don't worry, my star," he whispers, and his hand strokes Claude's bare thigh. "I know, I know. We'll take care of you, and give you everything you want."
They will. Of course they will. Of that, there was never any doubt, and Claude can already see Dedue's body shifting on the other side of his thighs as he gets to work choosing some thing or another. Still, it's nice to hear it. It's nice to have Dimitri kiss him gently, long, drag him into the leisure of it to work his heat up all over again as though he's slowly stoking a campfire.
It keeps Claude plenty occupied until something presses into him again, except it's not as thick and big as he would like. There's Dedue's finger, sure, that's a plus, but the other sensation... He breaks the kiss with a small noise, forehead bumping into Dimitri's. It's small, smooth, like a rock except...
Ah oh. "What do you have there, Dedue?" he manages to ask, even as Dedue slides his finger out of him again.
"One of your toys," Dedue says, which means approximately jack and shit. But he says it so cutely, although perhaps Claude would be one of the few people to think so. It's all about picking up the little details, the shifts in his tone.... And, you know, the slick head of a dildo pressing up against his entrance.
Claude's entire bolts from pure shock. "Hey-" He barely has time to get just that one syllable out before the toy slides into him, bumping up into the other toy Dedue left buried in his body, dormant. Dedue doesn't even bother to move it. He just presses in, deeper and deeper, until the whole thing is mostly buried into his body, and Dedue's fingers leave it there. "Hey, Dedue, what are you doing?"
As Claude strains his head to try and get even the faintest idea of what's going on, Dimitri presses his lips against the shell of his ear with a smile. "Preparing you," he teases him. "Just like we said we would."
"Mitya, that thing moves-"
The discreet toy, discreety hidden up his ass, may move, but Dedue's fingers certainly seem to move faster. His thumb digs into one cheek, spreads it out even more to see his handiwork. It's impossible for Claude to tell if he's admiring what he's done to him, or if he's examining him. Who knows? Maybe it could be both, an idea that has a little more weight to it when Dedue stretches him out even more and...
Oh. Claude's breath catches. "Dedue..."
Dimitri kisses behind his ear, as gentle as the second dildo pressing slowly against his stretched hole. "You can take it," he says encouragingly, and that's all Claude hears before the toy begins to slide in and his brain goes blank.
It's just so much - he knows he's thought the same whenever Dimitri or Dedue has fucked him before, but this is something else entirely. Yet it's a testament to Dedue's patient dedication that while the stretch aches, it doesn't hurt. Or maybe it's a testament to the flexibility of Claude's ass that the toy can pres some halfway in before he makes a soft noise of pain, and Dedue stops. The hand that's holding him open slowly starts to stroke him with the thumb, reassuring. "Too much?" he asks gently, the ever present calm of him softening just for Claude.
Claude's head falls back, coming to a rest along Dimitri's shoulder free of any kissing or biting. His lover merely lets him be, murmuring soft nothings to him until he can get over the ache he's feeling. "I just need- a moment," Claude says eventually, letting out a slow breath. "I can take it. I've done this before."
"You have?" Dimitri asks, intrigued and fascinated. His tone draws a smile onto Claude's lips.
"It takes a while... but I was serious about being prepared for the two of you." If they're truly going to be stuck being together, all three of them, so rarely... He had felt it only fair if he worked up to the thing he was asking from the two of them.
He can almost feel Dimitri's heart melt right out of his chest, and Dedue presses a kiss to the underside of Claude's thigh. "We can wait," Dedue says simply, and they do. The two of them hold him close, press him between their sturdy bodies, and they wait. Dimitri waits with kisses along the side of his neck, an adjusted grip so that he can hold Claude's legs with one hand, the other drifting to Claude's cock to slowly stroke it. Dedue waits with his own stroking, broad palm sliding along his rear and coaxing him to relax. They're so much larger than him, the both of them, and there's something reassuring to that. Something safe.
The next time Dedue starts to push the second dildo in, Claude's body is relaxed enough for it thanks to time and Dimitri easing up his grip for something just a little more comfortable while he's getting stuffed with sex toys. It still stretches, still aches, still leaves him feeling so full... but soon enough, it's inside, and Claude slumps against Dimitri with a rushed exhale.
"You did so good, Claude," Dimitri says sweetly, running his hand along Claude's stomach. His fingers bump into the base of Claude's full arousal, sometimes, but most of the time he avoids it. Quite a difference from how he was jerking him off not that long ago, slow and steady. "You did wonderful."
Dedue finally emerges from around Claude's thighs, pushing himself up onto his feet with a grunt. "It's all in," he promises Claude, moving around until he's besides him. His eyes are warm as he looks down at him, gentle. It takes some of the edge off of what they've done to his ass. "You really are doing well, Claude. So we will reward you, of course. "
And he holds up a tiny little object in his hand, thumb on a tiny little sliding switch.
Oh.
"Shit," Claude breathes, and Dedue flips the switch.
One switch. One little flick of a finger. That's all it takes for the toy buried deep inside of him to start buzzing wildly, bumping into sensitive nerves that makes Claude thrash in Dimitri's grip. Crying out, he tugs all the harder at Dimitri's hair as he feels the toy not only cash into the most sensitive parts of him, but the two other toys, sending them vibrating through the entirety of him. Knocking through him. Grinding up against the agonizingly sensitive spots right at his entrance-
He doesn't realize he's wailing until Dedue steps close, seals his cries away with a deep kiss, and just in time. At the exact same moment, Dimitri slides his hand down again, wraps around his hard cock.
Claude can't hold out; it's impossible to try. There's too much pleasure shaking through him, too much pain crackling through his system, and all of it is soon joined by the delirious release of his orgasm splattering across his own shirt.
Things are just a little fuzzy, after that, although he's able to feel the way Dedue slowly pries the dildos out of him in quite vivid detail. Likewise for Dimitri's own fingers, patiently searching through him until he can coax out the magical vibrating toy. Claude comes to maybe five minutes later, his clothes pried off of him and all three of their tired bodies tucked into his enormous kingly bed.
He blinks a few times, and makes sure to take in the scene he's in now. Dimitri is snuggled up right against him on one side, happy as a clam where his hair spreads out all around him. On his other side is Dedue, a serene expression spread across his face while his own hair is pulled carefully back. Just like on the couch, their bodies sandwich him inbetween them. Just like then, he feels completely safe and happy.
It used to be a rare sensation for him, honestly. When he was a child in Almyra, of course no one else would dare be around to protect him like this - not even his parents, after a certain age. With Fodlan, well, he was a complete stranger there, so of course he had no one.
But here, with the king of Fodlan and Duscur's best diplomat, he can... just afford to be. Claude allows his eyes to close, a soft smile spread across his lips.
...And then he jerks up a second later. "I was promised dick, you bastardssssss....!" His attempt at outrage is short lived, and he jerks backwards again, body stretching out in pain. Oh, oh right, he just... forgot about one of the side effects that comes with taking something bigger than usual.
If there's one good thing about it, it's that Dimitri is immediately fussing over him and petting him, as though the palm of his hand can offer true relief. Dedue is a little less sympathetic, at least immediately. Instead, he simply presses against Claude's body and offers up a sigh.
"Claude... You just took multiple toys. Lay down. Our dicks will be here for another time."
It takes a lot of willpower, honestly. Really, it's incredibly commendable. Instead, Claude grins so wide that it hurts. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," he says to the visiting king of Faerghus, and the diplomat from Duscur. The desert breeze is cool as it wafts into the room of his guest estate, somewhere kept a little closer to Fodlan's Throat, to make diplomatic visits like this easier on everyone. "Still, you know I have to ask why your minds changed suddenly, Mitya."
For things like this, it's a little easier to get answers out of Dimitri. Oh, sure, Dedue could answer, but Dedue is also a little more reserved, and also he doesn't fall apart into a flushed mess like Dimitri does, right now. "It simply came up in conversation," he says demurely. When he talks like that, one would never imagine that he can fuck Claude so hard that his voice gives out. "We thought you've done well, when we have gotten into bed with you before - even when we have taken you one after the other."
Ah.... Good nights. Claude remembers them fondly, with a toy around his cock keeping him from coming, those large hands pinning him to the bed, and a brutal pace making stars explode behind his eyes.
It's the kind of thing he'd love to do again, save for the fact that he has to really plan for the following days where he can't wallk.
"I'm glad to have earned your approval, then," Claude says, grinning and lounging back in the expensive sofa that's in his elaborate little vacation home. For entertaining... and, more fun to him, 'entertaining'. "Although I've been able to take both of your cocks for a while now, and with some pretty impressive marathons happening then, too. I can't even remember the last time we were able to get together in a way where you could both take turns fucking me..." Their meetings all together like this are rare, compared to the times when they can meet each other one on one.
Dimitri and Dedue have it the easiest, of course, on account of how close Faerghus and Duscur are to each other. Once upon a time, Claude used to feel maybe a little jealous about that fact, a little out of place. Almyra is technically neighbors to Fodlan, of course, but not to the Faerghus region of Fodlan, and that makes a lot of difference with how Fodlan's capital has shifted to the Faerghus one.
And then Dimitri had established an embassy near Fodlan's throat. And then he'd taken the time to visit. And then Dedue had written letters to him, small flowers pressed inbetween the pages of a scarred land returning to glory.
Which is all nice, and does a lot for him, of course, but still. The three of them don't always have a chance to get together like they are right now.
"We thought it might be for the best if we went slow with you," Dedue says, relaxed where he sits at his own seat near a small indoor pool Claude has in his room. There are no fish inside of it, because it's far too shallow for that and Claude isn't cruel, but it does have a few lily pads in there that are in fine health. Specially made, just for him. "We know you can get excited, and we wanted to make sure you were prepared."
It's sweet, how much the two of them care about him, and how they want to make sure he doesn't get hurt. But also- "Oh please," Claude says delightedly. "I've been prepared. Both of you wait right there."
Dimitri blinks at him, befuddled, but he certainly stays right where he is, standing and besides Dedue's own seat. That's fine. Claude focuses more on going over to the massive canopy bed, whose practically see-through curtains have been pulled out of the way for the time behind. Honestly it's a good thing, because Claude wouldn't want to bother fiddling with them to get them out of the way as he gets on his knees and slides underneath his bed.
There are, in fact, more than a few things he keeps stored underneath his bed... Just in case. In case of what? All sorts of things honestly. He has an emergency pack, filled with clothes and some cash, should he ever need to make a hasty retreat out of the building. He has a couple of interesting reading, and a couple of books with portions carved out of them, and none of them are actually important. It's too obvious a hiding spot, but a good place to jerk around the chain of anyone snooping. And then there are a couple of daggers, because it's always good to have a weapon nearby on hand.
There is also a moderately large trunk, in easy rich from the edge of the bed, and that's what Claude pulls out.
He's honestly rather proud as he pulls it over to them, shooing away Dimitri when he comes over as if to help. This is nothing he hasn't lugged around before, and it's not really any big deal for him to drag it over to where Dedue is. "Appreciate my efforts," he says grandly as he undoes the lock and latches. With that, he flips the lid wide open.
Dimitri stares like he's just been handed a holy artifact. Dedue's eyebrows slowly rise up to his hairline. "That is an impressive amount of sex toys," the latter says thoughtfully, with a lot more restraint than Dimitri has in him, apparently.
That sort of compliment - and Claude is choosing to take it as such - makes him puff up in pride. "Sometimes I had to satisfy myself, you know," he says. Sure, he's had past lovers - most of questionable and shitty quality, sure, but he had them - but a lot of other times, he just couldn't afford to be with another person for whatever reason. In that case, well, such toys became his best friend. This was especially true during the war, when his stress could easy up enough for his libido to exist. And anyway... "What's the point of being king if I can't indulge a tiny bit now and then inbetween all the work I do? I like keeping up on technological advancements."
Slowly, Dimitri tilts his head to the side. "The technological advancements of - toys?" he asks, voice tripping on that last word as he curls his hand loosely against his chest.
A sly grin spreads across Claude's face. "Oh, my dear and beloved Mitya... There's a whole world beyond the one you know. Trust me when I say that people are constantly making all sorts of new strides in terms of magic and technology, just to get their rocks off. It's rather admirable, honestly." Leaning around the lid, Claude considers what he has to choose from and makes his choice with a swift pluck. "For example, this? A magic connection is established between the two items. When you adjust the switch on this, it makes the other start to vibrate."
Dimitri, whose view of sex used to be that it should probably be done in a dark room and missionary style when Claude first met him, furrows his brow. "Vibrate?"
"It feels good when placed inside of someone, I believe," Dedue explains patiently, eyebrows lowering to their natural resting spot. While Dimitri takes this new idea in, Dedue leans forward with at least some interest. Claude will that that as another success of the night. He knows Dedue is into him, of course, and in multiple ways... but it's always good to see their much more stoic lover peel some of himself back and offer a glimpse of that interest. "Do you truly need so many?"
Okay. So. Maybe that's a valid question. Claude shrugs, straightening up as he turns the small toy around inbetween his fingers. "I suppose I don't need them, but... I get curious. Besides, sometimes what I'm in the mood for changes, when I don't have the two of you around to give me some affection."
Dimitri's eye is focused on his hand; Claude flashes a grin at him just to watch him go pink. Ducking his head, Dimitri seems to consider things for a moment before he peers up at Claude from beneath his lashes. "You missed us that much?"
Sometimes, Claude wonders how Dimitri doesn't just have an entourage trailing behind him at all times, composed entirely of every single pathetic sap who's fallen for that pretty blue eye and bonedeep sincerity and how Dimitri does things like guide them down steps or hold open doors. He thinks that with nothing less than complete fondness, because he'd be one of those exact people. It's a hard feeling to fight, when Dimitri smiles at him so gingerly and there's such adoration in his gaze.
What else is he supposed to do? Deny him? Absolutely not. So Claude smiles back, feeling kind of stupid with love, and tells him, "I miss you two all the time, obviously."
When he glances over to Dedue, a flutter of pleasure rises in his heart when he sees that a similar sweet smile is on his lips, too. "We will have to write more letters, then," he says, before he holds his hand out expectantly.
"Well, I won't refuse them," Claude replies, and hands over the toy he's been fiddling with. "So, curious about that one in particular, are you?"
"I would be lying if I said otherwise." Dedue holds the toy up a little bit, to get a better look at it, and that seems to finally snap Dimitri out of his own embarrassed surprise. The blond leans over a bit, watching what Dedue does with his hands. "I am going to assume that the part that goes inside of you is what's inside this case right now... Why do you have it like that?"
Oh - he forgot that might be seen as a little strange. Claude shrugs, chuckling. "I just want to make sure that it doesn't get lost... And to make sure that I don't mix up what magical toys go together. It would be a nuisance, to say the least, if I tried to use a toy on myself, only to find out that I'd gotten them mixed up with something else." Raising his hand, he twirls his pointer finger a bit to illustrate his meaning. "So I get a case for that part, I make sure the other one has something I can loop through it... Get a bit of colored twine, tie them together, and ta da! No problem whatsoever."
"You think quite a bit about your sex toys," Dimitri says, half stunned and half adoring, which is certainly a tone to use when talking about things Claude shoves into his ass. Holding out his hand to Dedue, he accepts the discreet vibrator for his own investigation. "What about the small ones?"
That has Claude double take, and he blinks down into the trunk. "Small ones? You mean the beads, or the..." Glancing up at Dimitri, he pauses and snorts.
Dedue has a similar little smirk on his face, although it disappears when he glances up at Dimitri from the corner of his eye. "Just because they are not the size of us, my love," he says to a reddening Dimitri, "does not mean the other toys are necessarily small." While Dimitri dies over what he no doubt thinks is his own terrible hubris, Dedue picks up indeed one of the very particularly designed anal toys. It's not quite like the beads, but the shape has certainly been carefully molded in that direction. "You have quite a few interesting shapes in here."
"I have no idea what you mean," Claude teases, and laughs at the flat glance Dedue sends his way. At this rate, he thinks it's almost a game between them - Claude teasing, and Dedue indulging him with such a look. It's never serious. "But honestly, you would be really surprised at the different kinds of sensations you get from different toys, and that includes the shapes. I mean, I'll always prefer the real deal, of course, but..."
Hey. There's no shame in a little bit of experimentation.
The small case with the toy in it detaches with a noticeable click, and Dimitri's shoulders jerk up a little bit as though it's about as loud as a cavalry crash. Maybe it is, for someone who would probably have preferred it completely silent. "We are glad to indulge you, of course... Although now I am curious as to what other shapes there are, and what they can do."
Well, well, well! Claude beams, and makes his way around the trunk. "Oh, that's easy. Well, explaining them will be easy. Picking somewhere to start, that's a little harder. Dedue, you keep that one on hand, and we can move onto it in a bit... You know, I really like the person who put in all these bumps-"
Sometimes, Claude forgets just how all in on something he's gotten until it's time for him to go through it all again, or if he's searching for something very much in particular. He's had that issue before, honestly, when it's come to research that he's been doing. He gets so absorbed in the act of reading, of collecting, that it all blurs together - kind of similar to the feeling of clinging to the back of a wyvern as it ascends high up into the air. When he comes to a stop to look at it all - the amount off work he's done, or the terrain stretching out beneath the two of them - that's when it hits him how much everything is.
He's having very much that same experience right now, staring at a trunk just stuffed to the brim (like he hopes to be) with sex toys.
As he sorts through his massive selection, Dimitri and Dedue are mostly silent behind him, save for the occasional shift of cloth as it rubs against a body, or something is dropped onto it. Claude is pretty sure it's the toy's case, from Dimitri. It doesn't really matter. All he does is think, and then overthink a little more as is his way, before he picks a fun and complicated little thing that twists in strange ways all along the length of it.
"Alright, we'll start with this," he says, getting up to his feet as he turns back to the two of them.
Dimitri is settled down on a seat now, with Dedue standing - a reverse to how they were at the start of this conversation. Dedue seems to have put the not-quite-anal-beads down over to the side, where they'd be out of the way, and he simply has his arms crossed as he watches Claude with that same patient and hard to read stare of his.
In contrast, Dimitri is still sort of fiddling with the toy from earlier, thumb nudging at the switch without quite turning it on. His head has to be in the clouds, because he jolts when Claude looks over at them. "Oh!" he says. "Well, it looks interesting."
What a polite, if true, way of describing a toy with a purpose like this. "It's a lot more interesting when inside of me," Claude says with a grin.
Dimitri must finally be acclimating to all of the sex talk. He doesn't so much as stutter, and instead shakes his head. A faint hint of amusement passes through Dedue's own gaze, and he inclines his head down towards the small sofa Dimitri is sitting on. "You may as well sit down while you're speaking," says the man who is also speaking, and yet refusing to sit down himself. "It should be more comfortable."
For all that he's mentally teasing the man, Claude does have to admit that he has a point. With how things are, he's guaranteed to be talking for a while; they've kind of kickstarted him now. So he moves to sit down, talking as he does. "Anyway, what I've noticed about this ooooone-!"
Anything else he could say on the delightful details of the dildo in his hand is completely left to scatter into the air as Dimitri reaches forward to yank him down onto his lap. Before Claude can think to react - if he'd even want to - Dimitri has him seated down, and his arms loop underneath his legs to haul them upwards until Claude is practically folded in half. One of Dimitri's hands shifts, adjusts so that it's not quite a grip, and his palm is a lot more smooth when it returns to the junction of Claude's leg. There's a light thump, a clatter - ah, he thinks he gets it.
Claude laughs, maybe a little bit too high and fast, fueled by adrenaline and a dose of arousal. "Did I say something?" he asks cheekily, even as he feels Dedue's hands wind around him in order to tug off the cloth belt keeping his pants up.
Against his ear, Dimitri's breath runs hot, and a shudder jolts up Claude's spine. "It seemed a shame to not use everything you've compiled together over the years," he whispers, the sound doing something as it enters Claude's ear. Dedue's hands tug his pants up his thighs, past his knees, and take his underclothes with them. "We thought you might appreciate it."
"Oh, so this isn't about being so out of it with desire that you can't hold back from fucking me anymore?" Claude says. His pants are left to hang around his ankles, a bunched up mess. From between his thighs, he can just barely make out Dedue's movements, although it's not doing him much good.
And really, it's kind of hard to pay any attention to what's happening on the other side of his legs when Dimitri's lips nudge against his neck and his teeth dig into his flesh. Claude gasps, a twitch of arousal running through his limp cock. Well, it's sure as hell not going to be limp for much longer, at the rate things are going. "You're being quite mouthy, for someone who's in both of our hands," Dimitri growls, his voice hitting that particular low and dark tone that Claude has come to more than once.
"Yessir," Claude murmurs, and maybe he's still being a little cheeky, because Dimitri bites down on his neck once again. All he can do is shudder in Dimitri's grasp.
Or maybe what's making him shudder is the sound of a vial popping open, a noise that goes right down to his gut. "You can always tell us to stop," Dedue says, guiding his nose, his lips, along the inside of Claude's knee. When he tries to squirm at the feeling, Dimitri's grip on him only grows all the more insistent.
All of it just makes Claude grins. "But I won't," he confirms to the both of them, the way they're trying so very hard to work him up. Well - they're managing that quite successfully. "I do have a question, however. Just when exactly did you two-" He cuts his own words off with a gasp, feeling one of Dedue's hands stretch one cheek out while a much cooler and slicker finger starts tracing around his hole. It takes a second for Claude's brain to remember what exactly he was going to say. "Mm, when exactly did you two come up with this plan? I could have swore you didn't even know about this until five minutes ago..."
Dimitri doesn't answer him. This would be because Dimitri is busy working a hickey into the junction of his throat, where he's going to have a hell of a time covering up. Thus, it falls to Dedue, still teasing his poor twitching hole. "While you were busy choosing what toy to talk about," he says simply.
That explains the 'when', of course, but when Claude asks 'when did you have time to do this thing', he's also naturally including the 'how in the hell did you do it in that time'. Claude knows that. Dedue knows that. And yet he doesn't bother to follow up at all, just teasing Claude until he so suddenly slides the very tip of his finger in... and right as Claude opens his mouth to speak, too. Dastardly. Claude can't stop the strangled noise that falls out of him, and it evolves into a breathless laugh. "And I heard nothing about it?"
"No, you didn't," Dedue says matter of factly, which would sound so bland and dry if not for the smile Claude can feel against his skin.
Such endearing bastards he's hooked himself to, Claude reflects, and rolls his head to the side in surrender of Dimitri's teeth. Sometimes, he almost wonders if Dimitri and Dedue have established some sort of telepathic communication from years of knowing one another, although that's silly. Whatever their relationship is, it's something that's been born from years of work. Still, they probably were able to come up with a rough plan of action with some looks and slight gestures alone.
Maybe if Claude is good for them, in more ways than one, they'll let it slip.
That's as much planning as he's able to come up with, because then Dedue's finger finally pushes all the way in, up to the first knuckle, then past that. It's by far not the biggest thing Claude has ever taken into himself; his variety of toys and these two as his lovers should be more than enough to do away with that notion. Yet there's something about their hands that drives him absolutely wild, that never fails to harden his cock and have him squirm back against Dimitri's chest, the toy having long been dropped to roll wherever the hell it will roll.
It's the callouses they have. The ones Dimitri's wears, so worn from steadfast training with his lance that he never skips out no matter where he goes. The ones covering Dedue's hands, a result of patient work in his garden as he sinks them into the willing dirt.
His fingers sink pretty easy into Claude, too, and he would say he gets where the dirt is coming from.
It's kind of hard to do anything when he's folded up like this, and the most that's available to him is with his hands. So he does what he does best: he works with limited resources. One hand smooths down along Dimitri's forearm, sleeve rolled up to reveal those firm muscles held in such clear definition. That one is for himself, admittedly, a little something to tide him over as Dedue's finger drags along his insides.
His other hand moves with a bit more purpose. That one he reaches back with, sliding it along Dimitri's cheek and bumping into the strings of his eyepatch. He's not looking for those, however. He's seeking Dimitri's hair so that he can tangle his fingers into it all, wind the strands around his knuckles and tug.
Dimitri's growl rumbles through into his throat as though they're one, and it goes straight to Claude's cock, drawing out a moan from his own lips. "Like that?" he murmurs, tongue dragging over his teeth as he feels a second of Dedue's fingers being to press into him. "C'mon, Mitya, tell me how much you like it, tell me what you wanna do to me."
"Fill your too talkative mouth," Dimitri growls back when he unlatches his teeth from Claude's neck, going instead to the lobe of his ear. "For starters."
"Did you use some of these toys before we arrived?" Dedue asks, his own voice a little more conversational, but only because anything would seem like that compared to Dimitri's heavy voice right in Claude's ear. It takes him a minute, his mind a little frazzled from the attention, to note Dedue's own tone is heavy with desire. "It seems easier to prepare you tonight."
Another finger slides into Claude before he has a chance to answer, dragging a moan out of his throat instead of words. "Maybe," he says, when he's caught his breath again. He did, actually, just the other night. What can he say? The idea of them being so near... "What would you do to me if I said yes?"
What Dedue does is what he's best at, which is that he uses his actions instead of his words, and presses one more finger into him. Claude's entire body shakes for a moment, lungs devoid of breath, and his cock is already a little more than half hard and pressing against his belly when he comes to again. Shit - at this rate, Dedue could probably press his whole fist into him, and that is not a small fist.
While his asshole gets stretched out wide enough to accept a whole lance, probably, Dimitri nudges at his face with his own mouth. "What do you think we could do to you?" he murmurs, and steals Claude's ability to answer with a kiss when he looks over at him.
It's deep, stealing away his breath more than it was already stolen, and Claude feels dazed when the contact breaks between them. "Could do all sorts of things to me," he says, when he remembers that he was asked a question before that kiss. "The real answer is- ah, what couldn't you do to me?" The stretch that's going through him, in this contortionist of a position, finally seems to be reaching him, and Claude groans. "Dedue, are you trying to fit your whole arm through there?"
"Considering that you have been wanting to take both of us for months, now, I am fairly certain you would enjoy that," Dedue says, which is incredibly rude, but also probably true.
Before Claude can point out this terrible rudeness that truly slanders his character so, Dedue pulls his fingers out from him. Claude whines, already aching from the emptiness of everything and the sudden chill that sweeps over those empty spaces before his body has time to adjust. It's honestly probably not that cold... But compared to the heat of his arousal and the heat of Dedue's fingers? It's freezing.
Dimitri's mouth grows gentle against him, presses soft kisses and murmurs reassurances. "Don't worry, my star," he whispers, and his hand strokes Claude's bare thigh. "I know, I know. We'll take care of you, and give you everything you want."
They will. Of course they will. Of that, there was never any doubt, and Claude can already see Dedue's body shifting on the other side of his thighs as he gets to work choosing some thing or another. Still, it's nice to hear it. It's nice to have Dimitri kiss him gently, long, drag him into the leisure of it to work his heat up all over again as though he's slowly stoking a campfire.
It keeps Claude plenty occupied until something presses into him again, except it's not as thick and big as he would like. There's Dedue's finger, sure, that's a plus, but the other sensation... He breaks the kiss with a small noise, forehead bumping into Dimitri's. It's small, smooth, like a rock except...
Ah oh. "What do you have there, Dedue?" he manages to ask, even as Dedue slides his finger out of him again.
"One of your toys," Dedue says, which means approximately jack and shit. But he says it so cutely, although perhaps Claude would be one of the few people to think so. It's all about picking up the little details, the shifts in his tone.... And, you know, the slick head of a dildo pressing up against his entrance.
Claude's entire bolts from pure shock. "Hey-" He barely has time to get just that one syllable out before the toy slides into him, bumping up into the other toy Dedue left buried in his body, dormant. Dedue doesn't even bother to move it. He just presses in, deeper and deeper, until the whole thing is mostly buried into his body, and Dedue's fingers leave it there. "Hey, Dedue, what are you doing?"
As Claude strains his head to try and get even the faintest idea of what's going on, Dimitri presses his lips against the shell of his ear with a smile. "Preparing you," he teases him. "Just like we said we would."
"Mitya, that thing moves-"
The discreet toy, discreety hidden up his ass, may move, but Dedue's fingers certainly seem to move faster. His thumb digs into one cheek, spreads it out even more to see his handiwork. It's impossible for Claude to tell if he's admiring what he's done to him, or if he's examining him. Who knows? Maybe it could be both, an idea that has a little more weight to it when Dedue stretches him out even more and...
Oh. Claude's breath catches. "Dedue..."
Dimitri kisses behind his ear, as gentle as the second dildo pressing slowly against his stretched hole. "You can take it," he says encouragingly, and that's all Claude hears before the toy begins to slide in and his brain goes blank.
It's just so much - he knows he's thought the same whenever Dimitri or Dedue has fucked him before, but this is something else entirely. Yet it's a testament to Dedue's patient dedication that while the stretch aches, it doesn't hurt. Or maybe it's a testament to the flexibility of Claude's ass that the toy can pres some halfway in before he makes a soft noise of pain, and Dedue stops. The hand that's holding him open slowly starts to stroke him with the thumb, reassuring. "Too much?" he asks gently, the ever present calm of him softening just for Claude.
Claude's head falls back, coming to a rest along Dimitri's shoulder free of any kissing or biting. His lover merely lets him be, murmuring soft nothings to him until he can get over the ache he's feeling. "I just need- a moment," Claude says eventually, letting out a slow breath. "I can take it. I've done this before."
"You have?" Dimitri asks, intrigued and fascinated. His tone draws a smile onto Claude's lips.
"It takes a while... but I was serious about being prepared for the two of you." If they're truly going to be stuck being together, all three of them, so rarely... He had felt it only fair if he worked up to the thing he was asking from the two of them.
He can almost feel Dimitri's heart melt right out of his chest, and Dedue presses a kiss to the underside of Claude's thigh. "We can wait," Dedue says simply, and they do. The two of them hold him close, press him between their sturdy bodies, and they wait. Dimitri waits with kisses along the side of his neck, an adjusted grip so that he can hold Claude's legs with one hand, the other drifting to Claude's cock to slowly stroke it. Dedue waits with his own stroking, broad palm sliding along his rear and coaxing him to relax. They're so much larger than him, the both of them, and there's something reassuring to that. Something safe.
The next time Dedue starts to push the second dildo in, Claude's body is relaxed enough for it thanks to time and Dimitri easing up his grip for something just a little more comfortable while he's getting stuffed with sex toys. It still stretches, still aches, still leaves him feeling so full... but soon enough, it's inside, and Claude slumps against Dimitri with a rushed exhale.
"You did so good, Claude," Dimitri says sweetly, running his hand along Claude's stomach. His fingers bump into the base of Claude's full arousal, sometimes, but most of the time he avoids it. Quite a difference from how he was jerking him off not that long ago, slow and steady. "You did wonderful."
Dedue finally emerges from around Claude's thighs, pushing himself up onto his feet with a grunt. "It's all in," he promises Claude, moving around until he's besides him. His eyes are warm as he looks down at him, gentle. It takes some of the edge off of what they've done to his ass. "You really are doing well, Claude. So we will reward you, of course. "
And he holds up a tiny little object in his hand, thumb on a tiny little sliding switch.
Oh.
"Shit," Claude breathes, and Dedue flips the switch.
One switch. One little flick of a finger. That's all it takes for the toy buried deep inside of him to start buzzing wildly, bumping into sensitive nerves that makes Claude thrash in Dimitri's grip. Crying out, he tugs all the harder at Dimitri's hair as he feels the toy not only cash into the most sensitive parts of him, but the two other toys, sending them vibrating through the entirety of him. Knocking through him. Grinding up against the agonizingly sensitive spots right at his entrance-
He doesn't realize he's wailing until Dedue steps close, seals his cries away with a deep kiss, and just in time. At the exact same moment, Dimitri slides his hand down again, wraps around his hard cock.
Claude can't hold out; it's impossible to try. There's too much pleasure shaking through him, too much pain crackling through his system, and all of it is soon joined by the delirious release of his orgasm splattering across his own shirt.
Things are just a little fuzzy, after that, although he's able to feel the way Dedue slowly pries the dildos out of him in quite vivid detail. Likewise for Dimitri's own fingers, patiently searching through him until he can coax out the magical vibrating toy. Claude comes to maybe five minutes later, his clothes pried off of him and all three of their tired bodies tucked into his enormous kingly bed.
He blinks a few times, and makes sure to take in the scene he's in now. Dimitri is snuggled up right against him on one side, happy as a clam where his hair spreads out all around him. On his other side is Dedue, a serene expression spread across his face while his own hair is pulled carefully back. Just like on the couch, their bodies sandwich him inbetween them. Just like then, he feels completely safe and happy.
It used to be a rare sensation for him, honestly. When he was a child in Almyra, of course no one else would dare be around to protect him like this - not even his parents, after a certain age. With Fodlan, well, he was a complete stranger there, so of course he had no one.
But here, with the king of Fodlan and Duscur's best diplomat, he can... just afford to be. Claude allows his eyes to close, a soft smile spread across his lips.
...And then he jerks up a second later. "I was promised dick, you bastardssssss....!" His attempt at outrage is short lived, and he jerks backwards again, body stretching out in pain. Oh, oh right, he just... forgot about one of the side effects that comes with taking something bigger than usual.
If there's one good thing about it, it's that Dimitri is immediately fussing over him and petting him, as though the palm of his hand can offer true relief. Dedue is a little less sympathetic, at least immediately. Instead, he simply presses against Claude's body and offers up a sigh.
"Claude... You just took multiple toys. Lay down. Our dicks will be here for another time."