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Zavala ran his hands along Cayde’s smooth head as he pushed it down onto his cock. He’d instructed Cayde to channel Solar Light and the resulting warmth was divine. He felt Cayde relax and allow Zavala’s cock to slowly fill his mouth and throat until he’d taken it all. Zavala looked up at Ikora, who was kneeling behind Cayde, her strap-on already fully seated in Cayde’s ass.

“Ready?”

“Yes, master,” Ikora said, nodding. She reached down and activated the strap-on’s vibrators.

Cayde raised a hand and gave Zavala a thumbs-up before putting it down and bracing himself for what was coming.

“Begin.” Zavala tightened his grip around Cayde’s head and began slowly fucking his face in time with Ikora’s thrusts. It wasn’t long before he heard Cayde’s muffled groans around his cock, and Ikora’s moans as she played with her nipples while fucking Cayde’s ass. The sights and sounds and sensations caused Zavala’s pleasure to ramp up faster than he’d anticipated. He sped up his thrusts as his orgasm neared and felt the wave of pleasure rush through him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Zavala’s alarm jolted him awake. He groaned loudly, annoyed that he’d been pulled out of his dream so abruptly, especially since he was just about to come. He leaned over to shut off the alarm then rolled onto his back and laid there without moving for a long moment, his cock throbbing with need. Zavala half-expected Targe to make an appearance and launch into a discussion of his schedule for the day, but the Ghost, perhaps sensing that now was not the time, was nowhere to be seen.

Now fully awake, Zavala tossed his covers aside before wrapping his hand loosely around his cock and starting to slowly stroke it. He decided to take the opportunity and consider his plans for the upcoming weekend. It was already Thursday, and he hadn’t yet figured out what he wanted to do for his turn in the rotation the next day. Zavala reflected on the events of the past two weekends, trying to come up with something different. It occurred to him that both Ikora and Cayde had been fairly gentle. Even when Ikora had used the riding crop on himself and Cayde, she still hadn’t struck them very hard or for very long. He realized that it had been a while since any of them had administered harsher discipline, making it the perfect avenue to explore. Zavala tightened his grip on his cock and began stroking more quickly as he started making plans for the next few days. It wasn’t long before he climaxed, his cum jetting out onto his stomach.

Zavala took a few moments to cool off, then got up to find a towel so he could wipe off the cum while he started the shower. He rushed through his shower and Targe appeared as he was rinsing off, hovering in Zavala’s peripheral vision and waiting for him to finish. As Zavala was drying himself off, he addressed his Ghost.

“Do I have anything scheduled around lunchtime?”

Targe took a second before replying. “No, you are free from 11 to 2.”

“Good. I need you to add an important appointment from 12 to 1 – a meeting with the Hunter Vanguard in his office. Send a message to Sundance about the appointment; she’ll make sure Cayde shows up. Oh, and mention that I will be bringing lunch to this meeting as well.”

Targe’s shell twitched slightly as he worked. “Done.”

“Is there anything important I need to know about or do today? Aside from the meetings with the faction leaders, of course.”

“No, those meetings are the only things on your schedule.”

“I suppose that gives me the chance to catch up on some paperwork, then.” Zavala sighed. He wasn’t sure which was more annoying to deal with – the faction leaders or the paperwork. Zavala returned to his bedroom and got dressed, then looked over at the clock on his nightstand. It was 7:45, and his first meeting was in 15 minutes, which left him no time to make breakfast. He sighed again, and grabbed a protein bar and stuffed it in the pocket of his mark.

“Should I transmat you to your favorite coffee shop?” asked Targe, knowing how important it was for Zavala to have some caffeine in his system.

“Yes, thank you,” replied Zavala as he felt the tingling sensation that preceded a transmat. A fraction of a second later he materialized in front of the coffee shop. He got a large black coffee and Targe transmatted him to his office. He wolfed down the protein bar as he scanned through the data slate in front of him to find the agenda for his first meeting. Just as he finished his breakfast there was a knock at the door.

Zavala took a deep breath and steeled himself for the meeting to come. “Enter,” he said calmly.

“Good morning, Commander Zavala,” said his visitor.

“Good morning, Executor Hideo,” he replied, his voice neutral. Zavala waited for the other man to take a seat across from him before continuing. “The agenda you sent indicates that you wanted to discuss some new developments. Please elaborate.”

The New Monarchy leader leaned forward in his chair and began eagerly talking, in great detail, about some faction-specific news. Zavala could not see how what Hideo was describing had anything to do with him, or the Consensus in general, and largely tuned out, making noncommittal noises where appropriate. A seemingly interminable 90 minutes later the meeting came to a close. Zavala suspected that Hideo would have been happy to continue talking were it not for Targe appearing to remind him that it was time for his next meeting.

Zavala stood up and walked around his desk towards the door. Begrudgingly, Hideo did the same. “Thank you for your insights. I will be sure to keep them in mind moving forward,” he commented, holding the door open for the New Monarchy leader and ushering him out.

Arach Jalaal, head of the Dead Orbit faction, was waiting outside Zavala’s office. There was no love lost between the two faction leaders, and they glared at each other as they passed. Once in the office, however, Arach Jalaal put on a smile and pretended not to have seen the other man. As soon as he and Zavala were seated, he launched into his agenda. It was as tedious as Hideo’s had been, and Zavala again mentally checked out. At 11:00, Targe appeared to save him from having to listen to more faction-related drivel.

“Commander, don’t forget about your meeting with the Vanguard.”

Zavala nodded. “Thank you, Targe.” He then stood up and addressed the faction leader. “Unfortunately, our time is up. I appreciate you keeping me abreast of the developments and concerns of your faction. It is important to me that I understand the needs of the factions when discussing courses of action with the other Vanguard leaders.”

Jalaal nodded curtly and rose from his seat. “Thank you, Commander.”

Zavala escorted Jalaal to the door and closed it behind him. He let out a sigh of relief as he walked back to his desk. He retrieved the data slate with his schedule on it, more for show than anything else. “Do you know anything about Ikora’s schedule today, Targe?”

His Ghost paused for a moment before responding. “I don’t have a detailed agenda, but to the best of my knowledge she is free now.”

“Good. I’m going to stop by her office on the way to get lunch for Cayde and me. Don’t worry about transmatting me, I need to stretch my legs after those two meetings this morning.”

“Understood,” replied Targe before disappearing to wherever Ghosts went when they weren’t needed.

Zavala stretched his back to help loosen up after three hours of sitting at his desk, then departed for Ikora’s office. A short walk later, he knocked on her door.

“Enter,” she called out. Zavala slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

A smile spread across Ikora’s face as she looked up from the document she was reading and saw who her visitor was. “Good morning, Zavala,” she said pleasantly. “To what do I owe the…pleasure of this visit?” A quirk of her eyebrow and the tone of her voice indicated to Zavala that he could be assured of their privacy. Given Ikora’s position as the head of the Hidden, it was not always a given that they would be unobserved.

Zavala tucked his data slate into the pocket of his mark as he casually walked over to where she was standing at a lectern. Ikora set down the document and turned towards him as he gently put his hand on the back of her neck and leaned in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, and he stroked the back of her head with his thumb. He ran his other hand down her back until he reached her ass. Zavala grabbed it and pulled Ikora in, holding her tightly against his body. In response, she pressed herself to him, subtly grinding against him. He felt his cock begin to stir in his pants, and he broke off the kiss before he could get too worked up.

Zavala pressed his forehead against Ikora’s and whispered to her. “Much as I would like to continue this right now, I have a meeting with Cayde soon. The reason that I stopped by was to ask if you’d like to have dinner tonight. There are a few things I want to pick up from your apartment in preparation for tomorrow, so I thought I would swing by with dinner.”

Ikora pressed a brief kiss to his lips before responding. “That would be perfect. What time are you thinking?”

“How does 6 sound? I’ll bring some Thai food, unless you’d prefer something else.”

“Both of those are perfect.”

“It’s a date, then.” Zavala squeezed her ass and kissed her again, before letting go. “I have to go, but I look forward to seeing you tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Same,” replied Ikora. “I’m sure it will be an…enjoyable evening for both of us.” She winked and flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back to the lectern as he left the office.

Zavala paused outside Ikora’s office to check the time. Seeing that it was only 11:15, he decided to grab some coffee for himself and Cayde before heading to the ramen shop. Between the coffee break and the long line to get ramen, he had to walk quickly to make it to Cayde’s office by noon. As he was juggling the coffee and the ramen so that he’d have a free hand to knock, the door swung open.

“Come on in, boss,” Zavala heard Cayde say, though he didn’t see him in the room. He stepped into Cayde’s office, and the door closed behind him. In his peripheral vision, Zavala could see Cayde sitting beside the door, positioned in such a way that he could open and close it without being visible to anyone walking by. He pushed some papers aside to make room for the food on Cayde’s desk and turned to get a better look at him. When he did, he understood Cayde’s positioning.

Cayde stood there shirtless, with a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants that he was casually rubbing with one hand. Now that the door had been dealt with, he had brought his other hand up to his chest and was toying with one of his nipples.

“How did you know I was here?” Zavala asked, perching on the edge of the desk.

“It was noon, and I had Sundance on lookout duty. When she saw you approaching, she let me know just in time for me to open the door for you.”

“That makes sense, given your attire,” commented Zavala. “But how can you be sure that this meeting is about pleasure, rather than official Vanguard business?”

“I’ll admit, it is a bit of a risk. But I’ve taken chances with much worse odds than this, and besides, I’m wearing my lucky pants.”

“Are you? They look like your ordinary pants to me.”

Cayde moved towards Zavala, undoing the button and zipper on his pants as he walked. The Titan opened his legs so that Cayde could move in close. Cayde pulled his erection out and lightly stroked it while maintaining eye contact with Zavala. He put a hand on Zavala’s knee and slowly ran it up his leg.

“Every pair of pants is lucky when you’re around,” he whispered, squeezing Zavala’s rapidly hardening cock through his pants.

Zavala chuckled and reached between them to grab Cayde’s cock and stroke it more firmly. “You’re incorrigible,” he said in a low voice, with a smile belying his words.

“Always,” replied Cayde, before leaning in and kissing Zavala.

The two men kissed and fondled each other until the positioning of Zavala’s erection was too uncomfortable to bear any longer. He gently pushed Cayde away and slid off the edge of the desk.

“This morning, I had a dream in which I was fucking your mouth and throat.” He opened the front of his greaves and shoved them down to mid-thigh, freeing his cock. Cayde was mesmerized by the sight of it bouncing slightly as it emerged. “Unfortunately, my alarm woke me up before I could see how it ended, and I had to use my imagination and my hand to finish.” Zavala wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a couple of quick strokes for emphasis. “While it took the edge off, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until I experienced the real thing. As long as you’re amenable to it, of course.”

Cayde was down on his knees before Zavala even finished his sentence. “Give it to me boss. I’ve been looking forward to something like this since Sundance relayed your message to me this morning.”

Zavala reached down and stroked the top of Cayde’s head. “Knowing you, I bet you sat here edging yourself all morning instead of getting any work done,” he commented dryly, rubbing his cock against Cayde’s face. He glanced down at Cayde’s lap and saw him rubbing the sensitive spot under the head of his cock. “Tell me Cayde, is that what you did?”

Cayde moaned softly and tried to catch Zavala’s erection with his mouth. “Yes, boss,” he vocalized, sticking his tongue out in an attempt to entice Zavala to get started. Zavala pulled away just far enough that Cayde couldn’t reach, and held his head in place so he couldn’t lean in. Cayde whined and turned his focus to Zavala’s face.

The Titan was smirking at him, clearly enjoying teasing him. “Since you’ve been edging yourself for so long, I bet you are close. I don’t want you to come just yet, so you need to put your hands behind your back while I use your mouth for my own pleasure. I also need you to channel Solar Light and keep your mouth and throat nice and warm for me. Understand?”

Cayde nodded and moved his arms behind his back while he began channeling the Light. He then turned his attention back to Zavala’s cock. “I’m ready,” he said, opening his mouth as far as it would go.

“Indeed.” Zavala used one hand to position his cock, then put both hands on Cayde’s head and simultaneously pulled down as he pushed his hips forward until the front of Cayde’s face was pressed up against his groin. He then tightened his grip on Cayde’s head and began thrusting. Zavala started slowly to help Cayde adjust, then picked up the pace. Just as in his dream, Cayde’s mouth and throat felt incredible around his cock.

Zavala looked down and saw Cayde’s cock leaking a small amount of precum and heard him moan around Zavala’s cock. Zavala was breathing heavily from the exertion of his rapid thrusts, as well as his mounting arousal. “You feel…so good,” he panted, eliciting another moan from Cayde. “Oh fuck,” he said through clenched teeth as his cock erupted. He thrusted erratically a few more times and jerked when he felt Cayde swallow. Zavala pulled out slowly as his cock softened, and he rubbed Cayde’s head softly.

“Here, stand up,” Zavala said as he caught his breath. “You can move your arms again.” He reached down and helped Cayde up before pulling him in and kissing him gently. Zavala could feel Cayde’s slick precum where his cock rubbed up against him as they pressed their bodies together while making out.

Once he felt his heart rate slow down, Zavala pulled away from the kiss. “I suppose you’ve been waiting long enough,” he said, running a finger softly from the bottom of Cayde’s cock to the tip. He gathered some of Cayde’s precum on his finger and slowly and suggestively licked it off, causing Cayde’s cock to jerk reflexively at the sight. “Let’s see how quickly I can make you come.”

Zavala sank to his knees and immediately engulfed the tip of Cayde’s cock in his mouth. He used one hand to firmly stroke the shaft, and the other to caress Cayde’s balls. Cayde moaned and thrust his hips forward, though Zavala’s hand limited how deep his cock could go. Zavala used his tongue to stimulate the spot under the head of Cayde’s cock. That, combined with the use of his hands, quickly pushed Cayde over the edge. He groaned as he filled Zavala’s mouth with his cum, his load larger than usual because of how long he’d been edging that morning. He gripped Zavala’s shoulders tightly as he came, only releasing them once his orgasm was over.

Zavala stood and pressed his mouth to Cayde’s, shoving his tongue inside. Cayde, knowing what was expected of him, eagerly accepted the cum that was pushed into his mouth. He swallowed quickly and used his tongue to explore Zavala’s mouth and extract as much as he could. They continued making out until Zavala’s stomach rumbled.

Zavala chuckled softly as he pulled away from their kiss. “All I had for breakfast was a protein bar. It was easy to ignore my hunger for food when my hunger for your body was so strong, but now that I’ve indulged myself in that respect, I can’t ignore my stomach any longer,” he said, pulling up his greaves.

Cayde laughed as he stuffed his cock back into his pants before moving to the other side of his desk and unpacking their lunch. He pulled the lids off the containers and tested the temperature of the soup. “The ramen’s pretty lukewarm by now, so I’m going to heat mine up. Want me to do yours, too?”

“Please.” Zavala watched as Cayde held his bowl of ramen in his palm and started channeling Solar Light again. He stirred it with his finger until he judged it to be at the perfect temperature. He then repeated the process with Zavala’s bowl. In theory, Zavala could have done it himself, but his control over Solar Light was much weaker than his control over Arc and Void. He was as likely to overheat it, or underheat it, as he was to get the temperature right. Cayde’s control over Solar, on the other hand, was impeccable, so it made more sense to let him exercise his talents.

Cayde finished with their ramen, and before Zavala could even mention it, he had the coffee steaming as well. He set them down and shook his hand vigorously to cool it off. Zavala pulled up the chair Cayde had been sitting in when he arrived as Cayde sat down behind his desk. Cayde tossed Zavala a pair of chopsticks and they both dug in. For a time, the only sound in the office was the slurping of noodles as the two men devoured their ramen. Finally, they finished, and Zavala leaned back in his chair, coffee in hand.

“I have a tentative plan for tomorrow night that I want to run by you. I’m having dinner with Ikora, so I’ll be checking with her as well.”

“Oooh, this sounds spicy.”

A smile slowly spread across Zavala’s face. “I was reflecting on the past two weeks and realized that the amount of discipline administered by both doms was rather mild. If you and Ikora agree, I would like to turn up the heat. What do you think?”

Cayde’s eyes brightened. “Absolutely. I am so on board for this.”

Zavala quirked his eyebrow at Cayde. “Even though you don’t know what it will entail? I could turn the heat up to match the spice level of your ramen.”

“Especially because I don’t know what it will entail. That makes it even more exciting!”

Zavala laughed. “Okay, then. We’ll see what Ikora thinks.” He paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him. He leaned forward and his demeanor changed to be more serious. “I don’t want you reaching out to her to talk about this. I want any choice she makes to be based solely on what she wants. Regardless of your intent, if you tell her about this she may be influenced by your excitement, and that could sway her decision.”

“Oh man, you are really serious about the spice level. This is going to be great!”

“Promise me you won’t talk to Ikora today. We’re having dinner tonight, so you can chat about it tomorrow if you want, but I need you to not talk to her today.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now, I have a meeting that I have to prepare for, and it looks like you have some paperwork you need to attend to, so I’m going to get back to my office now. I will see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, boss!”

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Zavala chose to walk back to his office instead of having Targe transmat him there. It was a nice day, and it felt good to stretch his legs. Far too soon, he arrived at his destination. He was relieved to see that Lakshmi-2 wasn’t waiting outside his office for him; he needed time to mentally prepare himself to deal with her. Of the three faction leaders, she was his least favorite. Something about the Future War Cult made him uneasy, and he resolved to chat with Ikora and see if the Hidden had any valuable intel.

The agenda that Lakshmi-2 had sent did nothing to alleviate his concerns, and neither did the substance of their meeting. In fact, her ramblings about possible futures seen while using the Device, and her calls for increased militarization, were downright concerning. He did his best to mollify her and get her out of his office as quickly as possible. Once she’d left, he sank back into his seat with a groan. Something would have to be done about the Future War Cult, but he didn’t have any idea of what to do or how to accomplish it. He sighed and decided to leave it in the hands of the Hidden for now. A stack of paperwork was waiting for him, and he needed to focus on it if he was going to be finished in time for dinner with Ikora.

Zavala tried his best to stay engaged with his work, but he found it difficult as his mind kept drifting to his plans for the upcoming weekend. Every time he got through a document, he would get distracted as he was switching tasks and as a result, he only made it 75% of the way through his work. At 5 pm he set his work aside, unfinished, and had Targe transmat him back to his place. He changed into his usual non-work outfit of black pants and a sweater and grabbed a canvas bag so he could bring things back from Ikora’s place. He then walked to the Thai place to pick up dinner. When he arrived, Zavala was glad that he’d gotten there when he did, as a line was already forming. After he got their food, he had Targe transmat him to Ikora’s front door. He knocked, and heard her call out, “Come in.”

Zavala stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He slipped off his boots and set the canvas bag down beside them, then walked over to the table to set the food down. Ikora had already set the table and poured each of them a glass of red wine but she was nowhere in sight.

“I’ll be right out,” he heard her say from her bedroom. Zavala decided to use the time to start plating up the food but didn’t get far before she came strolling into the room. Once he saw her outfit it pulled his attention away from the food entirely.

She was wearing robes, though they were different than the ones she’d had on that morning. These were very low cut in the front and had slits running all the way up the sides, almost to the top of her hips. Another change from this morning was her distinct lack of a shirt and pants, and if Zavala was any judge, a bra as well. The robes covered just enough that he couldn’t be sure if she was wearing panties or not, but he suspected he’d find out at some point, hopefully soon.

Ikora sauntered up to him and draped her arms around his neck. Zavala responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Without saying a word, he pressed his mouth to hers and what started as a light, sweet kiss quickly turned into a hot and heavy make-out session. As he had that morning, he shifted his hands to grab her ass, which caused her to moan into his mouth. Unsurprisingly, his cock began to harden, and as was often the case, it was in a very uncomfortable position.

Zavala broke off their kiss and reached between them. “Sorry, I need to adjust something,” he said, slipping his hand into his pants to arrange his cock to make things more comfortable.

Ikora laughed softly and stepped away from him. “We should have dinner before it gets cold.”

Zavala sighed, then nodded. “True. We will have plenty of time after dinner to have fun.”

“Indeed,” she replied, which elicited a snort of laughter from Zavala. Ikora moved around him and picked back up where Zavala had left off when plating the food. He lent a hand, and soon they were sitting across from each other eating and idly chatting about recent noteworthy Crucible matches.

“You’d have been proud of this Titan I saw in Competitive yesterday. He deflected a Nova Bomb with a slide – I’m assuming he was wearing Antaeus Wards. He was the last man standing, and he chained that play into a 1v3 clutch to cap off his team’s comeback win.”

“I think I heard that as it was happening. I was standing by the railing talking to some New Lights when Shaxx started yelling louder than normal, saying things like ‘That was incredible!’ and ‘You wage war like a true Titan!’. Was the final kill with a grenade?”

“It was. That Guardian is something special.”

“It sounds like it.” Zavala finished his last bite and leaned back in his chair, wineglass in hand. Ikora was finished as well, and she gave him a flirty smile before taking the last sip of her wine.

“So, before we get distracted, what was it that you wanted to talk about?”

Zavala merely smiled, letting the anticipation build as he downed the rest of his wine. “I wanted to check in with you about tomorrow night. I have some ideas, but they are a bit, shall we say, spicier than normal.”

Ikora’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “That sounds interesting. Continue.”

“I was reflecting on the past two weekends and realized that we haven’t had enough discipline. I thought this would be a good opportunity to remedy that.”

“What kind of discipline are you thinking of?”

Zavala chuckled. “If I told you that it would spoil the fun. Suffice it to say, I’m planning to make it as spicy as Cayde’s favorite ramen.” He paused, and his tone got serious. “Things will be harsher than the last couple of weeks. I just want to confirm that you are okay with that.”

“I am. This sounds like it will be a refreshing change of pace from the last few rounds. It’s always good to change things up every now and then.”

“Indeed.”

“I assume Cayde knows, since you had lunch with him. What are his thoughts?”

“He’s all for it. I had to tell him not to talk to you about it because I wanted you to not be swayed by his excitement. If you want to chat with him after I leave, feel free. Tell him that I’ve given you the go-ahead to get in touch.”

“I think I will do that.”

Zavala stood up and walked around to the other side of the table to stand next to Ikora. He stroked her cheek, and she affectionately nuzzled her face into his hand. He slipped his other hand inside her robes and confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Zavala softly tweaked her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. Ikora turned her head and kissed his palm, then looked up at him.

“Why don’t we move to a more comfortable location?”

Zavala stepped back and pulled Ikora’s chair out so she could stand up. Without warning, he swept her into his arms and carried her over to the couch where he set her down gently. He knelt down, spread her thighs with his hands, and pulled her forward so her hips were near the edge of the couch cushion.

“I was more referring to the bedroom,” commented Ikora as she ground her hips against his as much as she could.

“I know,” smirked Zavala. “But I am going to need to get things from the bedroom, and I don’t want you to see what I’m grabbing. If we did this in the bedroom it would be all too easy for you to sneak a peek. Instead, I’m going to make you come so hard that you won’t be able to pry yourself off this couch for several minutes.”

“I would never…” began Ikora.

She was interrupted by a snort of laughter from Zavala. “Of course you would. Just last week I pointed out how you like to top from the bottom. Cayde, being more inclined to submissiveness, doesn’t always recognize it and is more susceptible to it. I, on the other hand, understand very well what your tendencies are, and I am not going to give you the same opportunity.”

Ikora shivered at his words and felt her nipples harden. She was trying to think of a response when Zavala suddenly flipped up the front panel of her robes and rubbed her clit over her panties with his thumb. She shuddered at his touch, getting even wetter than she already was.

“Look at these panties,” Zavala said quietly. He ran his hands along the lacy, red fabric that barely covered her mound. “They’re so delicate and impractical.” He slid the fingers of one hand under the gusset, collecting some of her wetness then used his newly slick fingers to rub her clit again. As he was toying with Ikora, Zavala reached down with the other hand and opened the front of his pants before shoving them down to his knees, taking his boxers with them. His cock was already hard, but he stroked it a couple of times for good measure.

He withdrew his hand from her sex, eliciting a disappointed groan from Ikora. Zavala moved in closer and pulled Ikora further towards the edge of the couch and placed her legs on his shoulders. His cock brushed up against the fabric of her panties and he grabbed it with one hand and deliberately ran it up and down her sex, drawing a moan out of her.

“I can’t believe I forgot to remove your panties before getting us into position,” he said, releasing his cock and resting his hands on her hips. “How careless of me. How can I fuck you with them in the way?”

Ikora’s breath caught in her throat, and she tried to move her hips and rub herself up against Zavala’s cock. Zavala chuckled and pressed down on her hips to keep her from moving. “Hmmm, that is quite the conundrum,” she said, playing along. It was obvious to both of them that there was a plethora of options, but it was just as obvious that Zavala had already decided on a course of action and was just drawing it out to torment her.

Zavala made shallow thrusts, poking the head of his cock against the fabric covering her opening. “I suppose there’s only one thing to do.” His eyes met hers as his hands left her hips and moved down to the front of her panties. They stared at each other for several seconds, letting the tension mount before Zavala suddenly tore her panties at the seam and thrust his cock inside her in one swift motion.

Ikora arched her back and closed her eyes as she moaned loudly. She reached up to play with her nipples through her robes, but just as her hands touched her breasts, she felt Zavala brush them away. She opened her eyes again and quirked an eyebrow at him. After his initial thrust, he’d stopped moving, which Ikora also found frustrating. She tried moving her hips in an attempt to get Zavala to start thrusting, but he merely remained still with an annoyingly smug smile on his face.

“Let me explain how this is going to go,” he said quietly as he put his hands back on her hips to keep them still. “I told you that I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to move. The way I’m planning to do that is to keep you on the edge as long as possible before letting you come. That means that you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. Your role is to lie back and accept what you are given.”

Zavala’s hands left her hips and moved up to her chest to pull the front of her robes apart far enough to fully expose her breasts. The cool air on her hot skin made her nipples, which were already firm, harden even more. Zavala lightly circled her areolas with his fingers and Ikora arched her back, chasing his touch. She groaned when he pulled his hands away, which amused him.

“I know what you want, and I promise you that you will get it. Eventually.” He smiled at her, and mercifully returned his hands to her breasts, massaging them before tweaking her nipples and returning his hands to her hips. “Now, while I would prefer it if you alerted me when you feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm, it is not strictly necessary. I know your body very well by now, and I will recognize the signs and stop in time, even if you don’t call it out.”

Ikora sighed, torn between being frustrated that she couldn’t trick him into letting her come earlier than he wanted her to, and relieved that she wouldn’t need to remember to communicate while focusing on the pleasure she would be experiencing. While she was distracted by trying to unravel her tangled thoughts, Zavala pulled out slowly, then quickly slammed back in. Ikora gasped at the suddenness of his thrust and was confused when it wasn’t immediately followed by another one.

Instead, Zavala ground up against her, using his pelvis to stimulate her clit, and reached up to massage her breasts again. He trapped her nipples between his middle and ring fingers, alternating between squeezing them tightly and barely touching them as he kneaded her breasts. Ikora felt her breathing quicken, which spurred Zavala on, working her breasts harder and increasing the pressure on her clit. She moaned with pleasure, getting louder as her arousal grew and grew.

“Oh, Light, Zavala, I’m…” Her words cut off in a strangled groan as Zavala instantly stopped moving. He was motionless for a few seconds, before carefully lifting his hands from her chest and pulling out of her entirely.

“Very good,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her knee. He waited for her breathing to slow down a bit before sliding his cock into her again. This time he grabbed her ass with one hand and rested the other on her mound. He started moving with slow, gentle thrusts. Once he’d established a rhythm he reached down with two fingers and got them slick before positioning them over her clit. Ikora couldn’t understand how, but Zavala somehow managed to keep his thrusts consistent while randomly rubbing her clit. The juxtaposition was oddly stimulating – the rhythmic thrusting providing a reliable source of pleasure while the unpredictable timing of the pressure on her clit kept her anxiously waiting for the next round. She was so focused on his fingers that she didn’t realize how close she was to her climax until Zavala stopped thrusting and moved his hands to her knees.

Ikora panted as her arousal backed off slowly. “What…how…I didn’t even…” Most of her brain was still clouded by arousal, making it difficult for her to express her thoughts coherently. She unconsciously clamped down on Zavala’s cock inside her, prompting him to slowly withdraw as soon as she relaxed her muscles.

“I told you; I know your body very well. Speaking of which, let’s set your legs down so you don’t get stiff.” Zavala backed away and helped Ikora ease her legs down to the floor and stretch them out. He moved to one side and leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Don’t think you’re getting a break, though.” With that, he shoved two fingers into her and began finger fucking her while simultaneously tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue.

Ikora arched her neck, tipping her head back as far as she could as Zavala kissed and nibbled his way down her neck from her ear to her collarbone. He used his fingers skillfully, hitting her G-spot with every second or third thrust, keeping her guessing as he tickled her with his tongue. Too quickly, she felt herself approaching the peak, her body tensing up. “I’m close,” she moaned, gritting her teeth as she struggled to stave off her climax.

Zavala’s fingers stopped just as she spoke, having felt how near she was to the edge. He slowly eased them out of her but left his lips pressed to her skin. He waited for her body to relax before sucking hard on her collarbone, leaving a mark.

“Exquisite,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the mark he’d just made, then moving up to kiss her lips softly. He traced them with her tongue, and she opened her mouth to allow him access. As they kissed, he brought one hand up and started fondling her breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and tugged at it, ensuring that her arousal wouldn’t die down completely. Zavala pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You are doing so well.”

Zavala moved back between her legs again, but instead of putting them on his shoulders, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit. Then he pulled away slightly, used both hands to open her folds, and blew a steady stream of air from top to bottom until he ran out of breath. The cooling sensation made Ikora shiver, but it was suddenly replaced by the warmth of his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth, then released it and lightly flicked it with his tongue several times. Zavala then moved lower and thrust his tongue into her opening. He still managed to stimulate her clit by rubbing it with his nose. His hands roamed her lower body, stroking and squeezing every inch of skin he could reach.

Again, more quickly than she would have liked, Ikora found herself moaning and panting as her arousal grew. “Zavala…” she called out, knowing she was getting close.

This time he kept going for a few seconds, pushing her farther than she realized she could go. Still, he pulled away before she could come, causing her to groan in frustration once more. He moved around to her side again and waited for her breathing to settle down before leaning in and kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, the salty evidence of her prolonged arousal covering the lower half of his face. Zavala broke off the kiss and wiped his face with the back of his hand as Ikora did the same.

Zavala once again took up his place between her legs and brought them back up to his shoulders. He positioned his cock at her entrance and teased her with it, thrusting shallowly with just the tip. He put his hands on her hips and gripped them firmly, just shy of bruising. “Ready?” he asked, withdrawing far enough that she could barely feel the tip of his cock brushing her folds.

“Light, yes,” she breathed, then closed her eyes in anticipation.

Zavala chuckled and slowly pushed his cock inside her while keeping her hips immobilized. Feeling his cock enter her, inch by inch, while also unable to move, almost made Ikora come on the spot. Sensing this, Zavala paused halfway in and waited for her to come down from the edge, then kept going until he was fully seated inside her. Again, he waited just long enough to keep her from climaxing before he got started. The pace he set was expressly designed to keep Ikora so close to the edge that she could practically taste it. He thrust in, and paused. Thrust, pause. Thrust. Pause.

“What…what do I need to do…” Ikora was breathing heavily, her hands clenching and opening reflexively as she struggled to keep them away from her body. “…So that you will let me come?”

Thrust. “You know what you need to do.”

“I don’t…” Ikora groaned as Zavala withdrew completely, waited for a long moment, then rubbed his cock along her slit before repositioning it at her opening.

“You do.” He slipped the tip of his cock in and paused. Then another inch slid in. Then another.

Something inside Ikora broke, and she cried out in desperation. “Please, Zavala, please!” She arched her back, desperate for some stimulation. “Please just let me come already. Light, I need to come, I’m so close, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” replied Zavala, thrusting shallowly with the part of his cock that was inside her, “I will give you what you want.” He slammed the rest of his cock in, then leaned over, pushing her legs closer to her torso. “Come for me, Ikora,” he said, setting a vigorous pace with his thrusts.

The new angle ensured that his cock hit Ikora’s G-spot, and she came seconds later. Zavala kept going as he felt her orgasm begin. Her muscles pulsing around him pushed him to the edge as well. With a few last, erratic thrusts, Zavala came hard. He released her hips and brushed Ikora’s clit with his fingers, causing her to twitch and clench around his rapidly softening cock.

As planned, Ikora was too worn out to move. Zavala kissed the insides of her thighs, then carefully pulled out and shakily stood up. He swung Ikora around so that she was laying flat on the couch then grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips.

“Why?” she asked, her breathing finally calming down.

“If Cayde’s going to come over, it’s only right that he should have some dessert.” Zavala bent down and pulled up his pants and boxers, ignoring the sticky residue coating his groin. He was going to need a shower anyways, and he just had to hope that he wouldn’t get stuck to his boxers.

Ikora laughed. “Fair enough. Though I don’t know how I’ll get in touch with him if I have to stay like this.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Just don’t wear him out too much.” Zavala went back to the door to grab his canvas bag before returning to Ikora. He knelt down beside her and caressed her face while kissing her gently. “I’m going to grab the things I need, then have Targe transmat me home. I’ll tell Cayde to transmat in so that you don’t have to get off the couch.” He kissed her again, more deeply this time. “I had a wonderful evening. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Same. Have a good night, Zavala.”

“You too, Ikora.” With that, Zavala went into the bedroom. Ikora could hear him opening and closing drawers and putting things in his bag. She heard him talk to Targe briefly, then the room went quiet. Still in the post-orgasm glow, Ikora settled into the couch and let her mind drift as she waited for Cayde.

As spicy as Cayde’s ramen? I bet I can make it even spicier than that.

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Ikora lost track of time while relaxing in her semi-meditative state, so she wasn’t quite sure how long it took for Cayde to arrive. With her eyes closed, she didn’t even know he’d transmatted in until she heard him speak.

“Oh man, when Zavala said he’d left me a present, he really meant it!”

Ikora opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Cayde with a smile. She realized that her breasts were still exposed, and that Zavala had made sure that the front of her robes were still pushed aside so that Cayde could see her torn panties, which weren’t effective at covering up her lower half since Zavala had torn them apart. Cayde had clearly been relaxing at his place since, instead of his usual leather armor, he was wearing loose grey nylon pants and a black T-shirt. The very visible tent in the front of his pants hinted at his lack of underwear, and when Ikora looked further down, she noticed that he was barefoot.

“Come here and kiss me,” she commanded, wanting to reclaim the feeling of being in control after having relinquished it to Zavala earlier that evening.

“You got it,” replied Cayde as he hurriedly walked over to her. He knelt next to the couch and leaned in to kiss her.

That was all Ikora needed to jumpstart her arousal. She aggressively forced her tongue into his mouth and put a hand on the back of his neck so he couldn’t pull away. Cayde moaned into her mouth and moved in closer, reaching out to massage one of her breasts and toy with her nipple. Ikora broke off their kiss and arched her back into his touch.

“Help me out of these clothes. The zipper is on the left side,” she said. Cayde unzipped her robes and helped her pull them over her head. She tossed them aside and raised her hips as he worked her ruined panties down her legs. As soon as he dropped them, she spoke up.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I want you to carry me to bed.”

“With pleasure.” Cayde shuffled sideways to better position himself. He slid one arm under her knees, then Ikora pushed herself up enough for him to slide his other arm under her back. He stood up in one smooth motion and swiftly brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Cayde leaned down and, instead of kissing her as she’d expected, he circled the nipple closest to him with his tongue while reaching over to toy with the other one.

“Mmmmm,” moaned Ikora softly. She reached out and put her hand on the front of his pants, gently squeezing his erection, which caused Cayde to push his hips forward. Ikora let go of his cock and ran a finger along it from the bottom to the top. She felt it twitch in his pants and heard him groan as she took her hand away. She reached up and tugged at his horn, then grabbed his chin and pulled his head up for a brief kiss.

“Are you ready for dessert?”

“Always.”

“Then take your clothes off and get going. If you can make me come before you’ve finished cleaning me out, I’ll let you come inside me so you can have a second helping.”

Before Ikora could even finish speaking, Cayde was naked and climbing onto the bed. She spread her legs for him, and he positioned himself between her thighs. He traced her folds delicately before spreading them apart and diving in with his tongue. As he worked, he brought his fingers up to her clit and began rubbing it. Cayde’s touch was extremely gentle at first, but as he heard Ikora’s breath quicken, he increased the pressure, then turned on the mods in his fingers. He felt her muscles tighten so he turned up the strength and was quickly rewarded.

“Yes, oh Light, yes!” he heard her cry out. Cayde felt Ikora’s thighs come together, trapping his head between them as she reached down to grab his head and hold it in place as she came hard. Soon Ikora relaxed, her hands dropping away from his head and her thighs drifting apart. Cayde turned off his mods and slowly pulled away from her sex. He moved to one side of her and worked his way up the bed until his face was near hers. He laid on his side and cuddled up next to her, resting his hand on her stomach as he waited for her breathing to settle down.

“How was that?” he asked, once it seemed like she was calmer.

“Perfect.” She turned her head to look at him with a wide smile on her face. “Did you enjoy your first helping?”

“Very much,” he said, nodding vigorously.

“Would you like a second one?”

“Absolutely!”

Ikora chuckled softly. “I thought you’d say that. And from what I can feel pressing up against my leg, you are very ready to go.” She pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before continuing. “Go ahead and get started now. You can set your own pace – even if I don’t come while you’re inside me, I’m sure I will as you’re cleaning me up.”

Cayde quickly moved over her, and eagerly thrust his cock into her. Ikora bent her knees and moved her hips with his, working to find the best angle. Cayde was propped up with his arms straight, watching for her reaction, and when she closed her eyes and moaned, he knew he’d hit the right spot. He picked up the pace and aimed for her G-spot with every thrust and he soon felt her tense up beneath him.

“Are you close, Ikora?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” With that, she came again, just as explosively as before. Cayde was nearing his climax, but not close enough yet for her orgasm to push him over the edge. As she came down from her high, he slowed his thrusts, then stopped as he waited for her to cool down.

Once she opened her eyes, he ground his pelvis up against hers and spoke. “Is it okay for me to continue, or do you need a break?”

Ikora shook her head. “You can continue, just be gentle for a bit. How close are you, do you think?”

“I’m pretty close. Your climax nearly triggered mine.” He lowered himself to his elbows, pressing their bodies together and thrusting gently.

“Hmmm, if you’re that close I bet I can get you to come very, very quickly.”

“Oh?” His thrusts sped up, though he was careful not to use too much force.

“You know how Zavala said that he’d make tomorrow as spicy as your ramen?”

“Yeah. Just the thought of that gets me all worked up.”

Ikora smiled mischievously. “Well, I have an idea about how to make it even spicier than that.”

“Oh, man, that sounds exciting.” Cayde felt his arousal start to peak at her words.

“It is,” she began, before dropping her voice to a whisper and telling him her plan.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out, dropping his head to the pillow as his thrusts became faster and more erratic. “Fuck yes!” he exclaimed, coming hard. His cock jerked inside Ikora several times, then he fell still. A moment later he rolled over and flopped down on the bed.

“You still want your second helping?”

“Yes, but I might need a minute before I can move again.”

“You don’t need to move; I’ll bring it to you.” Ikora swung her body over his, and scooted forward on her knees until she was lined up over his head. Then she lowered herself down until she felt the cool metal of his face on her sex. “I’m going to ride your face until I come again. And then you’re going to stay the night so that we can do this again in the morning. Does that work for you?”

Cayde raised his arm and made a thumbs-up.

“Good. Now get started.” Ikora used her hands to brace herself against the wall as Cayde dove in with his tongue.

Tomorrow’s going to be a good day, she thought to herself. A very good day.

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The first hint that Zavala had of Ikora’s plan to influence events came the next morning during the joint meeting between the Vanguard and the Consensus. Normally, Ikora was at least 10 minutes early so that she and Zavala could discuss any last-minute details or agenda items, so it was very surprising when she showed up at 9:59 am for a meeting with a 10:00 am start time. Cayde’s late arrival was hardly noteworthy, but the look he exchanged with Ikora certainly was. Zavala decided to play it cool and acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary during the hour and a half long meeting. After it concluded, however, he decided to shake things up a bit to see what he could glean from their reactions.

“It’s a pleasant day outside and I was thinking of having lunch at the new restaurant that opened in the plaza. Care to join me? They have outdoor seating, and it would be a nice change of pace to get out of the office and enjoy the sun.”

Another look passed between Ikora and Cayde, though Ikora’s voice was calm and steady as she responded. “Unfortunately, I have a meeting with some of the Hidden in 15 minutes, so I won’t be able to join you. Let me know what you think of it.”

“Of course. How about you, Cayde?”

“Uh, that sounds great boss, but, um, I’d already promised Amanda that I’d have lunch with her.” Cayde’s delivery was much less smooth than Ikora’s, and Zavala thought he caught a hint of a raised eyebrow from her as Cayde spoke.

“Well, give Amanda my best,” he said to Cayde, before switching topics and addressing them both. “I’ll see you both in my office later for our end-of-week meeting, then.” Zavala nodded to the pair before walking out the of conference room.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he summoned Targe. “Transmat me to Cayde’s office, please.” Targe seemed to roll his eye at Zavala but did as he asked without comment.

Zavala was glad to see that Cayde’s office was empty when he arrived. He sat down behind the desk and idly flipped through some of the paperwork scattered across it. As far as he could tell, the situation was exactly as he’d left it after they had lunch the day before. Zavala had just started to get concerned about whether or not Cayde was going to make an appearance when he saw the shimmering of Cayde’s transmat effect. He leaned back in the chair and waited to see how Cayde would react.

When Cayde appeared, he was facing the door and muttering to himself. He quickly took off his cloak and hung it on the hook in front of him before turning around. “Okay, I need to get the paperwork off my desk before…” he cut off abruptly as he saw Zavala sitting behind the desk.

“Before what?” asked Zavala, quirking an eyebrow at Cayde.

“Oh shi…uh, I mean, hi, boss! What can I do for you?”

“You can start by answering my question.”

“Umm…what was your question again?”

“You said you needed ‘to get the paperwork off your desk before’ and then you stopped talking. Before what?”

“Before…Amanda arrives with lunch?” The suspicious pause combined with Cayde’s inability to suppress the inflection that changed his answer from a statement to a question was all the confirmation Zavala needed.

“Try again.”

“No, really boss, I just need to tidy up my desk before Amanda brings lunch here for us.”

“Come here, Cayde.” Zavala’s tone was firm.

“Do I…” began Cayde.

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Okay then,” replied Cayde, trying to sound like he wasn’t worried in the slightest as he walked over to the desk and stood on the other side from Zavala.

“No, come around to this side,” Zavala commanded as he rose from the chair.

“Right.” Cayde moved quickly, while glancing back to the middle of the room. He stopped a couple feet away from Zavala and nervously toyed with the straps on his armor.

Zavala took a step forward, put a hand on the back of Cayde’s neck, and pulled him forward until their bodies were pressed together. “I know you’re waiting for Ikora,” he whispered. “She’s the one who came up with this plan, too, I’d wager.”

“Well, see…”

“No need to explain. Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to get on your knees under the desk and start sucking my cock. We’ll see what Ikora has to say, but I don’t think I’m going to let you out of my sight for the rest of the day.”

Zavala dropped his hand and took a step back. Cayde, realizing that arguing was futile, got down on his knees and shuffled his way under his desk. Zavala opened the front of his pants as he watched and started stroking himself to full hardness. Once Cayde was in place he sat down in the chair, lowered the height, and moved forward far enough to conceal the action under the desk from anyone across the room. Zavala looked down at his lap and saw Cayde engulf his cock. Zavala tilted his head back and groaned as Cayde’s tongue toyed with the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. He then took a deep breath and settled in, doing his best to put on a neutral face as he waited for Ikora to appear.

Zavala didn’t have to wait long as a minute or two later he saw the shimmer of Ikora’s transmat effect appear in the center of the room. He leaned forward as much as he could and rested his elbows on the desk.

“We are lucky that Zavala bought your story,” Ikora began, before her brain registered what her eyes were seeing. “Ah,” she continued before falling silent.

“Indeed.”

“Where’s Cayde?”

“Where he belongs,” Zavala replied, leaning back and bringing his hands down to caress Cayde’s head. He felt Cayde start to pull away from his cock, so Zavala tightened his grip to hold his head in place. “I didn’t say you could stop,” he said, looking down.

“I see. How did you know?”

Zavala snorted with laughter as he looked back up at Ikora. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?” he asked, completely ignoring her question.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ikora said, her tone aloof as she folded her arms across her chest.

“I’m not interested in playing this game with you right now. Here’s what’s going to happen. Cayde’s going to finish sucking me off, then he and I are going to go to lunch, after which he will spend the rest of the day by my side. You are free to watch me use his mouth and come to lunch with us, or you can go about the rest of your day. Regardless, I expect to see you in my office at the usual time.”

“I will see you tonight.” Ikora sounded stiff as she turned away and walked towards the door.

“One more thing, Ikora.”

“Yes?” Her hand was on the doorknob, and she refused to turn and look at Zavala.

His tone was much softer as he spoke. “I love you.”

Her shoulders dropped and she sighed before facing Zavala. “I love you, too,” she replied, a small smile on her face. “See you tonight.”

Zavala returned her smile. “See you tonight.”

After Ikora left, Zavala returned his attention to Cayde. “I’m going to move the chair back so that you can come out from under the desk, then I’m going to stand up.” He felt Cayde hum around his cock, indicating that he understood.

Zavala addressed Cayde again once he’d stood up. “Let’s make this quick. I have a fair amount of work to do this afternoon, but I do still want to try out that new restaurant.” Cayde gave him a thumbs-up then turned his attention fully to the task in front of him. Zavala felt him channel Solar Light and between that and his use of his vibrating mods it did not take long before Zavala came.

“Good work,” he said breathlessly, stroking Cayde’s head fondly. Then he dropped his hands and Cayde stood up, giving Zavala a chance to tuck himself back into his pants before pulling Cayde in for a kiss. “Now, gather up the paperwork you need to work on this afternoon, and we’ll get going.”

“There’s one problem with that.”

“And that is?”

“I’m not sure which of these papers I need to actually deal with. Usually, I don’t do anything, and the situation straightens itself out.”

“Let me fix that statement for you. You ignore the paperwork and Ikora and I get the situation straightened out. It doesn't happen on its own. So, grab everything you have and you can spend the afternoon sorting through it and coming up for a plan to deal with any outstanding issues.”

Cayde sighed dramatically. “Are you sure I need to do that in your office, boss? Can’t I just come back here and take care of it? There’s a lot of papers to gather up.”

Zavala flashed Cayde a stern look. “Yes, I’m sure. Even if I wasn’t trying to keep you and Ikora apart for now, I don’t trust that you’d do what you need to do. You clearly haven’t looked at most of these papers for weeks. Now stop stalling and just do it.”

“Fine.” Cayde rummaged through a pile of stuff in the corner and pulled out a worn leather bag. He checked inside and found it to be empty save for a lone protein bar, which he chucked randomly over his shoulder. Zavala caught it and saw that it had expired months before, so he just shook his head and tossed it in the trash. Cayde stood up and brushed some stray dirt off the bag, then came over to his desk and started shoving papers in haphazardly. Zavala was tempted to say something about Cayde’s carelessness but decided to stay quiet since Cayde was actually doing what Zavala had asked him to do.

By the time Cayde finished the bag was bulging, and he barely managed to get the zipper closed. “Happy now, boss?”

“Yes, thank you. Now, let’s go to lunch.”

The pair walked to the plaza in companionable silence. Once they arrived at the restaurant, they found an open table outside and had a seat. The menu was eclectic, with dishes from every corner of Europe. Cayde gravitated towards the Hungarian goulash, which was promised to be spicy. Zavala decided to try souvlaki, a Greek chicken dish that sounded good. While they waited for their food, Cayde caught Zavala up on the latest happenings in the Sparrow Racing League. When it came, they ate quietly, enjoying the pleasant weather and the busy atmosphere in the plaza.

“How was your goulash?” asked Zavala, as he motioned for the waiter to bring them the check.

“Very good. Very spicy, too, just how I like it.” Zavala heard the innuendo in Cayde’s tone and chose to ignore it.

“I’m glad to hear it. I really enjoyed the souvlaki. We’ll have to come here with Ikora sometime.” The waiter arrived with their checks, and Zavala paid for both of them.

“Thanks for lunch, boss.”

“You’re welcome. Ready to go?” Zavala pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Ready as I can be,” Cayde replied, standing up and slinging his bag of paperwork over his shoulder. Zavala nodded and with that they walked to his office.

When they got there, he unlocked the door and went in first, then shut and locked the door after Cayde had entered. Zavala then put his hands on Cayde’s shoulders and pushed him up against the door before leaning in and kissing him. Cayde was caught by surprise, and it took a moment for him to respond. He dropped his bag of paperwork, wrapped his arms around Zavala, and began eagerly kissing him back. Zavala ran his hands down Cayde’s body until he reached his hips. He grabbed them tightly and pulled them towards himself, then moved his hands around to Cayde’s ass before grinding against him. Zavala could feel Cayde’s hard cock through his pants and made sure to target it with his motions. He relished in the moans coming from Cayde as they kissed, and they spurred him on. Eventually Cayde turned his head to break away from their kiss.

“Boss, if you keep that up it’s going to lead to a very sticky situation.” He moaned again as Zavala kept going.

“Maybe that’s what I want. I think you want it, too. Don’t you want to come?”

Cayde whimpered. “I do, but not in my pants. It will make a mess.”

Zavala slowed down his thrusts but didn’t stop completely. “You have two options. One, we stop here, leaving you with an erection but your pants relatively clean, minus all the precum you’ve surely been producing. Two, we keep going and you get to come, but your pants become a lost cause. What’s your choice?”

Cayde paused for a moment before answering. “Option two.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, and what will happen when you get it.”

“I want you to make me come in my pants,” Cayde moaned, grinding against Zavala as much as he could, given the Titan’s firm grasp on his ass. “It will make such a mess, but it will be worth it.” When Zavala didn’t respond, he kept talking. “Please, Zavala, please make me come in my pants.”

Zavala chuckled. “It’s so hot when you beg.” He increased the speed and pressure of his movements. “Come for me, Cayde.” Zavala then kissed Cayde aggressively, plundering his mouth with his tongue. He heard Cayde moan and felt his hips jerk erratically as he came. Zavala slowly dialed back his thrusting and brought his arms up and wrapped them around Cayde’s waist. His kiss softened as well, and he felt Cayde relax into his embrace.

Eventually Cayde sighed happily and leaned back to look Zavala in the eye. “Is there anything I can do for you, boss? It seems like you have a hard problem of your own.” He softly rutted up against the very prominent bulge in Zavala’s pants.

“Thank you for offering, but no. I need to have some stamina left for tonight.” Zavala stepped back and eyed the dark patch on the front of Cayde’s pants. “Now go get cleaned up in the bathroom then get to work. I want to see significant progress on your backlog by dinnertime.”

“Sure thing, boss” replied Cayde before strolling off to the private bathroom adjoining Zavala’s office.

Zavala admired Cayde’s ass as he walked away, then reached into his pants to adjust his cock. He briefly considered taking Cayde up on his offer but picked up Cayde’s bag of paperwork instead. He walked over to his desk, dropped Cayde’s bag on a chair, then sat down and got started on his own work. Cayde had left the door to the bathroom ajar, and Zavala could hear him humming happily to himself. In short order, Cayde came over to Zavala’s desk with his cock hanging out of his pants.

“Really, Cayde?” Zavala shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

“What? I’m just trying to dry off!”

“Dry off faster, then. Every time we shower together, you use Solar Light to help dry yourself off, so I see no reason why you can’t do that now.”

“Because it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”

Zavala sighed, then motioned to the chair with Cayde’s bag. “Suit yourself. Now get started but keep your hands where I can see them. I don’t want you getting distracted by playing with yourself instead of focusing on your work.”

To Cayde’s credit, he didn’t try to claim that he wouldn’t have even thought about doing such a thing. Instead, he moved the bag of papers to the floor, sat down, and got to work. As he worked, he hummed a variety of popular songs, providing a nice bit of background noise in what would otherwise have been a nearly silent office. Time passed quickly as both men were engrossed in their work. Cayde had begun by sorting his papers into a “keep” pile and a “trash” pile, and once that was taken care of, he started on doing what he could with the “keep” papers. Neither of them realized how late it was getting until Zavala stood up to go to the bathroom and looked at the clock. He was surprised to see that it was already 5:15.

When Zavala got back from the bathroom, he walked over to Cayde’s chair instead of sitting back down behind his desk. He put his hands on Cayde’s shoulders and began massaging them.

“Mmmmmm, that feels good boss,” Cayde said, tilting his head back so that it rested on Zavala’s stomach.

Zavala looked down at him and smiled. “And how does this feel?” he asked as he slid his hands down Cayde’s chest, groping him and doing his best to tweak Cayde’s nipples through his armor.

“Even better. But I bet it would feel truly amazing if you kept going lower and lower.”

Zavala glanced down at Cayde’s lap and saw his cock beginning to rise. “I’m sure it would. But that will have to wait for later. It’s time for dinner and I’ll need food to keep my strength up for what I have planned for you this evening.”

Zavala watched Cayde’s cock jerk at his words. “Don’t I deserve a reward for working hard all afternoon?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your reward. First, though, you need to eat something so you can have the energy and stamina to properly enjoy it.” Zavala then pressed a kiss to the tip of Cayde’s horn and moved back to his chair. “Now, you really do have to put your cock away if I’m going to order us dinner and have it delivered. How does ramen sound?”

“Ramen sounds great!” Cayde stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. “I’ll have the usual.”

Zavala quickly put their order in, then leaned back in his chair. “While we’re waiting for the food, let’s chat.” The way he spoke made Cayde instantly suspicious.

“Chat about what?”

“Ikora’s plan.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Cayde fiddled with his armor nervously.

Zavala chuckled darkly. “Don’t play dumb, Cayde. I know that part of the plan was for you two to hook up in your office after the meeting, but I am certain that there was a lot more to it than that.”

“Even if she does have a plan, and I’m not saying that she does, what makes you think she would tell me what it is? I’m not exactly known for my ability to keep secrets.”

“That’s precisely why she would tell you. If you give it away, then I might go easier on you and harder on her. If you don’t, it will be torturing you the whole time, which she would also find exciting. Either way, she’s exerting as much control as she can over the situation.”

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense now that you mention it.”

“So. What’s her plan?”

“What do I get if I tell you?”

Zavala shook his head. “This isn’t a negotiation. You can tell me or not, the choice is up to you. Most importantly, there’s no way for you to know what effect, if any, your choice will have on the upcoming events.”

Cayde dropped his chin to his chest and frantically rubbed his face and head with his hands. “Oh, man, this is worse than any physical pain that I’ve received from you or Ikora. You’re killing me.”

Zavala smirked and waited silently for Cayde to make up his mind. He could hear Cayde muttering to himself, but he couldn’t make out the words. He grew impatient at the delay and decided to speak up. “Well, what’s your decision? The food will be here soon, so you better make it quick.”

Cayde looked up and sighed. “I can’t tell you boss. I’m sorry.”

Zavala laughed. “No need to apologize. I’m sure Ikora will be very happy with you.”

“Man, I hope so.”

“I do find it interesting that you seem to be more afraid of crossing her than of crossing me, even when I’m the one in charge.”

“It’s just that she’s…I don’t know…she’s Ikora.”

“I would have thought that would go without saying, given that it’s her name,” Zavala said drily.

“You know what I mean, boss. It just feels like she’s always eight steps ahead of everyone else, and she knows it.” Cayde paused, waiting for a response. When none came, he continued. “You can’t tell me that you don’t sense it, too.”

Zavala smiled. “Of course I do. Remember, a couple of weeks ago I engineered it so that she was in charge even though it was supposed to be your turn.”

“Okay, so you get it, then. Even when theoretically she’s not in charge, it still feels like she is.”

“She certainly tries to be,” Zavala’s voice took on a mischievous tone. “But I wouldn’t say that she’s always successful.”

“Really?”

Zavala snorted in amusement. “Really. She knows how to press your buttons and get you to do what she wants, and I’ll admit she’s done that with me as well. But it doesn’t always work for her, as I think you’ll see tonight.”

“Oooh, this sounds spicy. What is going to happen tonight?”

“Like I said – you’ll see. I’m not going to give everything away this early. Besides, you would crack under the slightest amount of pressure from Ikora.”

“Fine,” Cayde sighed dramatically. It seemed like he was going to continue, but he was forestalled by a knock at the door.

“That must be our dinner,” Zavala said, rising from his chair. He crossed the room and got the food from the delivery bot, then turned back to see Cayde eagerly clearing his paperwork from the desk to make room. Zavala set the food down in front of Cayde and tidied up his work as well as Cayde opened the bag to get started.

“Wait, I think they brought us the wrong order. There are three bowls in here.”

“No, that’s the right order. I sent a message to Ikora and told her to come have dinner with us. She should be here any minute now.” Right on cue, the air shimmered with Ikora’s transmat effect, and she appeared a moment later. Zavala walked over to Ikora and put a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed it. “How was the rest of your day?” he asked with a smile.

Ikora smiled at him. “It was fine.” She glanced over at the desk and noticed Cayde’s piles of paper. “It looks like you two had quite the productive afternoon.”

“Indeed. Though I must admit, we had some fun as well.”

“Oh?”

“I’m happy to demonstrate if you’d like.”

“Please do.”

“Can I help, boss?” Cayde chimed in.

“You can help by making sure the food doesn’t get cold.”

“You got it.”

Zavala turned his attention back to Ikora. “Now you’ll need to stand here, with your back up against the door.” He kept his hand on her shoulder and walked with her as she backed up. Once she was in position, he moved in close and pressed his body firmly against hers. He used one knee to nudge her legs apart, then positioned one leg between hers so that his thigh was situated in exactly the right spot. Zavala slid his hands down to her hips and gripped them tightly as he kept her pinned to the door. He kissed her firmly and began rubbing up against her the way he had done earlier with Cayde. Ikora moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. Her response spurred Zavala on, and he increased the speed and pressure of his movements. He broke off the kiss and watched Ikora’s arousal build.

When he thought she was close, Zavala leaned in and whispered into her ear. “I made Cayde beg me to let him come in his pants. Luckily, if you come it won’t make nearly as much of a mess. Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” Ikora said, breathlessly.

“Then you need to beg me for it.” Ikora groaned in frustration but didn’t speak. In response, Zavala slowed down and started to pull away.

“If you don’t want to come that’s fine, too. We can just have dinner. After all, we don’t want to leave Cayde waiting for too long.”

“I do want to come, I just…”

“Beg me for it, Ikora.”

“Please, Zavala. Stop teasing me and just let me come already. Please.” Zavala chuckled and looked over at Cayde. The Hunter had one arm draped across the bowls of ramen and he was rubbing his cock through the front of his pants with the other.

“I’m not sure that was good enough. What do you think, Cayde? Was that good enough to let her come?”

“Definitely.”

“You’re easy to impress. Very well, since you think she deserves it based on that performance, I want you to come over here and use your mods to help her finish. Over the pants only and make it quick.”

Cayde was out of his chair and by Zavala’s side in a flash. Zavala gave Ikora one last kiss, then stepped away to watch Cayde work. Cayde moved in close and turned on the vibrating mods on both hands. He used his left hand to play with Ikora’s breast and reached down with two of the fingers of his right hand. He moved his fingers around until he heard Ikora gasp and felt her hips buck up into his hand. Cayde then increased the intensity of his mods and rubbed firmly at that spot. It wasn’t long before Ikora squeezed her thighs tight, trapping his fingers in place as she came. Once she relaxed and released his fingers, Cayde turned off his mods and pulled his fingers away.

“Was that good?” Cayde asked.

“It was very good,” replied Ikora.

“I agree,” commented Zavala. “Now, we should have dinner so that we can head back to my place for the main event. Cayde, grab us something to drink, please.” He pulled up another chair for Ikora and went and sat down behind his desk. As the other two joined him, he retrieved a small bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. Zavala popped the cap off and shook one of the pills out into his hand before putting the cap back on and sliding the pill bottle into the pocket of his mark. He took the bottle of water Cayde passed him and used it to swallow the small, diamond-shaped, blue pill.

“Is that…?” began Cayde.

“Yes,” cut in Zavala with a sly smile.

“Ooooh, this is going to be a long night. I can’t wait!”

Chapter Text

The trio chatted as they ate, though Cayde was quieter as he focused on eating, wanting to get into the action. Zavala took note of that, and deliberately slowed down to draw things out. Eventually, though, his pants started getting uncomfortably tight and he finished his meal just after Ikora finished hers. He leaned back in his chair and put one hand down his pants to adjust his erection as he finished off his bottle of water.

“Ready?” he asked.

“So ready!” replied Cayde eagerly as he gathered up the ramen bowls and disposed of them.

Ikora smiled. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Cayde, you transmat to my place first, then Ikora and I will follow.”

“You got it,” he said, Sundance already out and waiting for his instructions.

Once Cayde had left, Zavala turned his attention to Ikora. “I’ll go first, then you follow. I am not leaving you alone with Cayde for even a second,” he said with a smile.

“I can’t imagine why,” she said with a straight face.

“I’m sure you can’t,” he replied with a laugh as he gestured for Targe. “Regardless, I’ll see you at my place in a few moments.”

When Zavala arrived, he found Cayde lounging on the couch naked, one hand behind his head as he lazily stroked his cock with the other.

“I don’t remember telling you to undress,” Zavala said, quirking an eyebrow at the other man.

“I decided to take some initiative and anticipate your orders.”

“Indeed,” began Zavala, as he started to walk towards Cayde. As he did, he saw the shimmer of Ikora’s transmat effect. “Hands off,” he said to Cayde just as Ikora appeared.

“I see you two got started without me.”

Zavala shook his head. “Cayde got started without us,” he said, his tone betraying his amusement. “As a result, he will have to lay there and watch me undress you. Without touching himself,” he added, shooting the other man a stern look. Zavala walked around behind Ikora and gently steered her so that she was facing the couch, giving her and Cayde perfect views of each other. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him, grinding his cock up against her ass.

Before he could even start undressing Ikora, Zavala caught Cayde trying to surreptitiously rub his fingers along the side of his cock. “Hands behind your head, Cayde.”

“Sure thing, boss,” replied Cayde, affecting a casual tone as though he hadn’t just been caught disobeying Zavala. He stretched dramatically, elevating his hips and flexing his cock before relaxing and putting his hands behind his head as instructed.

“Show off,” Ikora said, smiling at him to take the sting out of her words.

“We’ll never get to the main event if you two don’t stop getting distracted,” commented Zavala, bringing his hands up to caress Ikora’s breasts through her robes. He circled her nipples and felt them start to harden under his touch. He toyed with them just enough to tease Ikora before moving on and starting to undress her. Zavala gently slid her bond down her arm and tucked it into the pocket of his mark. He returned one hand to her chest to tease her nipples again and used the other to trace a line from the center of her chest down to her mound. Zavala rubbed her clit in a circular motion that mirrored his work on her nipple. It wasn’t long before her breath quickened, which was his sign to pull his hands away.

“Zavala,” she said, sounding frustrated at his teasing.

Zavala gripped her hips and rubbed his cock against her ass again. He then put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “You don’t get to control this, Ikora. You need to stop trying to manipulate the situation. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then take a deep breath and calm your mind. Let me do the heavy lifting for a while. I know how exhausting it is to always stay ahead of the situation and keep control of yourself and your surroundings. This weekend is a chance for you to put all that aside and relax. You are safe here. I promise I will give you what you need.” Zavala paused as Ikora took a deep breath and let it out slowly, almost like a sigh. “Ready?” he asked.

Ikora took another deep breath before nodding. “I am.”

“Good.” Now that he was satisfied, Zavala quickly undressed Ikora without any more teasing. He folded her clothes and set them on the end table next to the couch, then placed her bond on top of the pile. Zavala walked back to stand behind Ikora and began massaging her shoulders. He could feel the tension in her muscles.

“You need to relax. I want you to stay in the present instead of worrying about what the future holds. Just listen to what I’m saying and focus on what is in front of you here and now.” Zavala paused to let his words sink in. A few seconds later Ikora nodded, which he took as his cue to continue.

“Look at Cayde. Take in the alluring sight of his toned figure stretched out on the couch. It’s easy to see how aroused he is, isn’t it? His well-defined nipples standing out from his chest. His cock, so long and hard. If you look closely enough you can even see him leaking some fluid from the tip. I’m sure that some of his arousal is because of the anticipation of what will come next, but I’m equally as sure that some of it is because he’s looking at you.” Zavala could feel the tension in Ikora’s shoulders easing away, and he moved down her back as he kept talking.

“You’re beautiful, Ikora. Your skin is so smooth and soft. It feels good under my hands as I touch you. Your breasts are the perfect size and shape and are capped off with your gorgeous nipples. Cayde and I could spend hours worshipping them. I love running my hands along your curves, feeling the juxtaposition between your soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. Your ass fits perfectly in my hands, just right for squeezing and spanking.” At that point Zavala reached her lower back and took the opportunity to add emphasis to his words by lightly slapping her ass. He returned to massaging her back but took a break from talking to plant a series of soft kisses along her shoulders. Once he’d done that he returned to his praise of her body.

“You are wonderfully responsive to my touch. I love the way your nipples harden when I tease them with my fingers or my tongue.” At that, he flicked his tongue suggestively against her shoulder and felt her shiver. “It is gratifying to see how wet you get, too. I love tasting you and knowing that my actions are giving you pleasure. You deserve to be on the receiving end of pleasure, and I promise that you will be. You’re going to have to work for it, though we all know that the anticipation will make it all the sweeter when it arrives.” Zavala circled around to face Ikora and kissed her. He pulled away and gently stroked the side of her face.

“Ready?”

Ikora smiled at him. “Ready.”

Zavala then turned to Cayde, who was subtly thrusting his hips in what seemed like an attempt to achieve some sort of stimulation for his cock. “I don’t think I need to ask if you’re ready, Cayde, but I want to hear it from you anyways.”

“I’m beyond ready at this point,” he said, punctuating his words with a particularly vigorous thrust.

Zavala laughed. “Good. Let’s go to the bedroom. While I get out of this armor, I want you two to get your collars out, kneel down, and present them to me. You will find them in the bag on the dresser.”

Cayde eagerly hopped off the couch, grabbed Ikora’s hand, and practically dragged her into the bedroom. Zavala enjoyed the view from behind as he followed them into the room. He stripped quickly and left his clothes and armor sitting in a pile on the floor. Cayde and Ikora were in position by the time he finished, and he walked over to admire the sight in front of him. And what a sight it was.

Cayde, unable to contain his excitement, was fidgeting and slightly bouncing up and down. Zavala knew how much Cayde enjoyed being ordered around in the bedroom and how much he was looking forward to what Zavala had planned. His arousal was on full display – in addition to his excited fidgeting, his eyes were bright, his nipples were noticeably erect, and his hard cock was dripping precum. The vibrant orange collar draped across his hands contrasted beautifully against his dark skin, and Zavala knew it would look even better around his neck.

Like Cayde, Ikora’s nipples were erect, showing that she was as aroused as he was. Unlike Cayde, she was still, the only movement was her chest rising and falling with every breath. Her light blue collar stood out against the rich brown color of her skin. Her eyes were calm, and she was smiling up at Zavala. Even though her arousal wasn’t nearly as visible as Cayde’s, Zavala could tell that she was just as excited for what was to come.

Zavala deliberated for a moment on how to proceed. Both Ikora and Cayde sorely needed discipline, and neither stood out to him as deserving a higher spot in the hierarchy. “Collar each other,” he said.

Cayde moved first, laying his collar on his thigh and taking Ikora’s from her outstretched hands. Remembering the stiffness of her collar, he carefully fastened it around her neck. He then presented his collar to Ikora so that she could return the favor. Once she finished, they both turned their attention to Zavala.

“Safe words?”

“Night!” replied Cayde, his hands tightly gripping his knees as he struggled to obey Zavala’s instructions to not touch himself.

“Dawn,” Ikora added.

“Very good.” Zavala began idly stroking his cock as he considered his next move. He saw Cayde’s hands twitching and he could tell that watching Zavala stroke his cock was eroding Cayde’s willpower. Not wanting to torture the other man, he made up his mind.

“Stand up, Cayde,” he said. The Hunter practically leapt to his feet, and Zavala moved in to embrace him. He kissed Cayde aggressively and grabbed his ass and pulled their bodies together forcefully. The feeling of their hard cocks rubbing up against each other was intensely exciting for both men, and soon their precum was building up between them and making everything slick. Before either of them could come, Zavala pulled away from the kiss and took a step backwards.

“Master?” panted Cayde, sounding confused at the sudden change.

Zavala smiled at him and grabbed his cock, smearing the precum around and using his thumb to tease the sensitive spot underneath the head. “It feels like you’re getting close to coming, Cayde. Is that the case? Are you close?”

“Yes, master,” whimpered Cayde, fighting the urge to thrust into Zavala’s hand.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to let you fuck Ikora, but only when you are so close that it will only take a couple of thrusts for you to come. Let’s kneel down to make this easier.”

The two men knelt next to Ikora, who could only watch as they began making out. Zavala was stroking Cayde’s cock with the sole intention of bringing him close to the edge. It didn’t take long for Cayde to pull away from the kiss with a whimper.

“Master, I’m so close. Please, can I fuck Ikora now?”

Zavala nodded. “On your hands and knees, Ikora,” he said, slowing his strokes on Cayde’s cock but not stopping completely.

“Yes master,” she replied, obeying without question.

Cayde quickly shuffled into position and thrust into Ikora without preamble. “Ohhhhh, fuck,” he moaned. He pulled out and quickly thrust back in, which sent him over the edge. Zavala watched Cayde’s hips jerk as he came inside of Ikora.

“Good job,” said Zavala, patting Cayde on the back. “You can pull out now. It’s my turn,” he panted, stroking his cock vigorously. Cayde moved out of the way and Zavala took his place behind Ikora. He slid his cock into her and was nearly overwhelmed by how slick she was from the combination of her arousal and Cayde’s cum. Three thrusts later, Zavala came inside her. He rested for a moment as he fondled Ikora’s ass.

“You did well, Ikora. Now, stay exactly the way you are for a minute while I grab something.” Zavala reluctantly pulled out, still semi-hard as a result of the pill he’d taken. He stood up and went over to the dresser. He briefly rifled through the bag until he found what he was looking for, then knelt down next to Ikora. Zavala ran one hand down her back and gently slid a dildo with a wide, flat base inside her.

“Up on your knees, please.” He moved around to face her and kissed her briefly. Then he leaned back and dangled something in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight. “Ready for these, Ikora?” he asked as the nipple clamps, hanging from a silver chain, swung back and forth.

“Yes, master,” she answered, breathlessly.

“Sit up straight and put your hands behind your back, then.” Ikora obeyed, thrusting her chest forward as much as she could, her nipples as hard as they’d ever been. As Zavala put the clamps on, he made sure to keep them tight enough to not fall off, but loose enough that he could tighten them as he saw fit. He also shortened the chain between them to increase the sensation as she moved and breathed.

“Thank you, master,” she said once he’d finished.

Zavala smiled in response, then turned his attention to Cayde. The other man was kneeling to one side, his gaze firmly fixed on Ikora as he lazily stroked his hard cock.

Zavala’s smile turned into a frown, and his tone became stern. “Earlier I told you not to touch yourself, and at no point since then have I given you an order that contradicts that. I find it curious, therefore, that as soon as my attention is elsewhere, you decide to disobey me.”

Cayde looked over at Zavala and immediately moved his hand back to his thigh. “I’m sorry master. I didn’t even realize I was touching myself.”

“That’s no excuse. Thankfully I’m here to provide you with the discipline that it seems you are sorely lacking. Now go stand by the foot of the bed. Ikora, kneel on the bed near Cayde.” Trusting them to obey his orders, Zavala went and retrieved a couple more items from his bag. He walked over and tossed a paddle and a bottle of lube on the bed then held up a wide, translucent ring. Embedded in the silicone ring was a thin wire that connected to a small vibrator. Any electrical stimulation, such as a jolt of Arc energy, would activate the vibrator.

“Ohhhhh,” moaned Cayde, as Zavala slid the ring onto his cock and positioned the vibrator over the sensitive spot underneath the head.

“Bend at the waist and put your hands on the bed.” Zavala looked over at Ikora. “You can relax your arms, but do not touch yourself.”

“As you wish, master,” she replied.

“Now, Cayde. Two weeks ago, you said that the rotation was predictable and boring. You wanted the excitement that comes with randomness. Tonight, I will give you what you crave. Your role is to stand there and take what you are given. You don’t need to count the number of strikes, nor do you need to suppress your orgasms. I want to see what effect the unpredictability will have on you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Let’s begin then.” Zavala began channeling Arc energy and used his left hand to deliver a light jolt to one of Cayde’s nipples. Cayde jerked up at the sensation.

“Oooh, that stings.”

Zavala shook his head and pushed Cayde back down. “Keep your hands on the bed, Cayde.”

“Yes, master.”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, master.”

“Much better.” Zavala then delivered a jolt to Cayde’s other nipple. He saw Cayde’s hands grip the edge of the bed tightly as he struggled to stay in place, but he thought he also spotted Cayde’s cock jump. Zavala watched closely as he delivered another jolt and saw Cayde’s cock flex.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” replied Cayde.

Zavala took a step forward, pressing his body up against Cayde’s and positioning his cock between Cayde’s ass cheeks. He channeled Arc energy with both hands, and held them just above Cayde’s skin, keeping them close enough for the sparks to jump to the other man without actually touching him. He didn’t direct the energy, he just let it shift and strike at random. Zavala started at Cayde’s thighs, moving his hands up his body, getting tantalizingly close to his cock before skirting around it and continuing up to his chest. He traced circles around Cayde’s nipples and could tell when the Arc energy scored a direct hit based on Cayde’s gasps and moans. He then focused his Light into one hand and used it to alternate between Cayde’s nipples. Zavala put his other hand on Cayde’s back and ground his cock up against his ass. Without warning, he quickly moved his hand from Cayde’s chest to his cock, causing the vibrator in the cock ring to activate.

“Ohh, yes,” moaned Cayde.

Zavala felt Cayde’s cock jerk in his hand and his knees waver at the sudden stimulation. As quickly as he’d grabbed his cock, he released it, eliciting a groan of frustration from Cayde. Zavala took a step back and nudged Cayde’s foot with his own.

“Spread your legs a little for me.” He watched as Cayde obeyed, then moved around to stand at Cayde’s side. Zavala reached around Cayde and began fondling his balls from behind. He then grabbed Cayde’s cock again, enjoying the feeling of the vibrator on his hand and the sounds it was drawing out of Cayde. He played with his grip and the amount of Arc energy he used and watched as Cayde began leaking more and more precum. Zavala occasionally rubbed his cock up against Cayde’s hip, enjoying the feeling of power he got from teasing Cayde. He continued toying with Cayde until he felt the other man’s balls begin to tighten. Instantly he released Cayde and stepped away completely.

“Noooo,” whined Cayde. “Please master, I was just about to come. I need to come so badly.”

“I know,” Zavala said, smirking at Cayde. “I could feel how close you were, but I don’t want you to come just yet.” He turned to Ikora and saw that she was fixated on the sight of Cayde bent over the bed. Her hands were tightly gripping her knees, and she was breathing shallowly, causing her chest to rise and fall and the chain between her nipples to swing. “Besides, we’ve been ignoring Ikora, so it’s her turn to get some action. While I attend to her you need to stay exactly how you are. She’s been very good while I’ve been playing with you, so I expect the same type of behavior from you.”

Without waiting for a response from Cayde, Zavala moved to stand in front of Ikora. He caressed the side of her face and leaned in to kiss her. Once he had her attention, he brushed the chain that connected the nipple clamps with the hand he was using to channel Arc energy. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a deep moan as he did it again. Zavala pulled away and smiled at her as he stopped channeling the Light.

“I’m going to tighten the clamps a bit now, then I want you to lay on your back at the edge of the bed. Understand?”

“Yes, master,” she replied, holding still so that he could adjust the nipple clamps. Once he’d finished, she got into position, grabbing the backs of her thighs to hold her legs up.

“Very good.” Zavala spared a glance at Cayde and saw the other man watching with great interest. He was gripping the edge of the bed tightly, the blanket bunching up under his hands. Zavala smiled at him, then turned his attention back to Ikora. He slid the dildo out of her and was about to set it aside before inspiration struck.

“Cayde, clean this off,” Zavala said, handing the sex toy to Cayde.

“With pleasure, master!”

Zavala stepped up to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between Ikora’s legs. He hooked her knees around his arms, allowing Ikora to release her legs and let him take control over her body. Zavala pressed his hard cock up against her slit, coating it in the mixture of her arousal and his and Cayde’s cum. Once he was satisfied, he positioned himself so that the head of his cock rested on her clit.

“I am very pleased with how you’ve behaved, so I’m going to give you a reward. I’m going to rub up against you until you come. You don’t have to hold back, or beg me for it. Just relax, focus on the sensations, and give yourself over to the pleasure. Don’t try to force it or control it- you’re not on a timer. Let go and enjoy yourself.” As he spoke, Zavala rubbed Ikora’s legs, delighting in the feel of her soft, smooth skin. He felt the tension in her muscles ease up with his words. “Ready?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, master,” replied Ikora quietly. She’d closed her eyes and her breathing had slowed, almost like she was preparing to meditate.

“Very good.” With that, Zavala began thrusting with his cock, making sure that it was pressed firmly against Ikora’s clit. It didn’t take long for Ikora to start moaning, softly at first, then louder. She was moving her hips with his as her arousal grew. Her erect clit rubbing up against the sensitive spot below the head of his cock was ramping up his arousal, too, causing him to pant and groan with every motion. Zavala watched Ikora, waiting for the signs that she was about to come. He started leaning forward, putting her breasts within easy reach. Once he sensed that she was on the edge, Zavala channeled Arc energy and brushed the chain connecting her nipples. Ikora gasped at the shock. Zavala touched the chain again, and her moans increased sharply. He felt her body tense as she cried out.

“Ah, Light, Zavala, I’m coming!”

Zavala noted her use of his name instead of his title but chose not to mention it in the moment. He kept thrusting until she raised her head.

“Please, I can’t take any more.”

Zavala chuckled, but pulled back, gently lowering her legs. He was close to coming himself, so he grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He admired Ikora’s body as he pleasured himself, the slight sheen of sweat on her smooth, dark skin, the way her breasts moved as she breathed. It wasn’t long before he stepped in and pointed his cock at her and came all over her stomach. Zavala paused to catch his breath, then moved aside.

“Cayde, please hand me the dildo.”

“Here you go, master,” Cayde said, handing it over.

“Thank you.” Once Zavala had slid it back into Ikora, he turned back to Cayde. “Since you did such a good job cleaning off the dildo, you get to clean up the cum I left on her stomach.”

“Thank you, master!” Cayde exclaimed, excitedly.

“You’re welcome.” Zavala watched Cayde work. The near-frantic motions of his tongue were ticklish, making Ikora squirm. Once Cayde finished with her stomach, he started moving lower, clearly heading for Ikora’s clit. Zavala grabbed the back of his collar and tugged, pulling Cayde away from Ikora.

“I just said clean up her stomach. I didn’t tell you to go anywhere else.”

“But master…” Cayde began, trailing off when Zavala quirked an eyebrow at him.

“But what?”

“I just wanted to clean her up thoroughly and help her feel good.”

“Her pleasure is mine to control, not yours. Don’t try to anticipate my commands, just do what you are told and nothing more, understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Good. Now go back to your previous spot. Ikora, get back into position on your knees.” Zavala moved to stand near Cayde and picked up the paddle he’d set on the bed earlier. “Please cast an Empowering Rift, Ikora.”

“As you wish, master,” replied Ikora as the white circle appeared under his feet.

Without preamble, Zavala smacked Cayde’s ass with the paddle. Cayde rocked forward in surprise, just barely managing to stay in one spot and keep his hands on the bed.

“How did that feel, Cayde?”

“That really stung, master.”

“Good. See, I didn’t hit you very hard, but the Empowering Rift amplifies my strikes. Now I have an even broader range of pain to play around with.” Zavala hit the other cheek, swinging harder this time. The impact caused Cayde to whimper, which quickly turned to a moan when Zavala channeled Arc energy and activated the vibrator. He held on to it as he tapped Cayde’s ass gently with the paddle, then let go. He caressed Cayde’s balls gently as he delivered several harsh blows with the paddle varying the location randomly.

Zavala delighted in the symphony of moans and whimpers that he was eliciting from Cayde. He kept varying the strength, location, and timing of his strikes to keep Cayde guessing. As well as keeping the pain randomized, Zavala also tried to do the same with the pleasure. He continuously moved his left hand around Cayde’s body, sometimes channeling Arc energy, sometimes just caressing his skin. When he sensed that the pain was getting too strong, he eased up and focused on pleasure, and when he thought Cayde was close to the edge, he backed off the pleasure and leaned harder into his strikes. Eventually Zavala’s cock, which admittedly hadn’t fully softened after playing with Ikora, was rock-hard and aching for some stimulation. He abruptly stopped what he was doing to Cayde and tossed the paddle on the bed.

“Master?” Cayde asked, hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet.” Zavala grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount into his hand. He slicked up his cock, then stood directly behind Cayde. He rested one hand on Cayde’s back and pushed two of his lube-covered fingers into Cayde’s ass. Zavala felt Cayde tense up at the sudden intrusion but before he could say anything Cayde’s muscles relaxed enough for Zavala to easily slide his fingers in and out. Satisfied that he’d at least applied some lubrication to ease the way, Zavala pulled his fingers out, then used both hands to spread Cayde’s ass and push his cock in with one smooth thrust.

“Oh!” exclaimed Cayde as Zavala’s hips came to rest against his tender ass.

Zavala groaned as he slid in. The tight heat of Cayde’s ass felt so good around his cock, and he knew that, despite having come several times already that night, he wasn’t going to last long. Without preamble, he began thrusting vigorously, setting a rapid pace and ensuring that his hips made contact with Cayde’s skin every time. Zavala reached up and grabbed Cayde’s shoulder, making sure that Cayde couldn’t pull away from his thrusts. With his other hand he channeled Arc energy and began toying with the vibrating ring, sometimes just barely grazing it with his fingers, other times holding it for a few seconds. Once he was close to his climax, he moved his hand from Cayde’s shoulder down to his ass and slapped it hard while channeling as much energy as he dared into the vibrator. Zavala slapped Cayde’s ass once more and then squeezed hard.

“Oh fuck!”

Zavala felt Cayde’s muscles tighten around his cock as he came, triggering his own orgasm. His hips stuttered as he came deep inside Cayde’s ass, and he felt Cayde’s cock pulse in his hand. Zavala was focused on his own pleasure that he barely noticed when Cayde’s orgasm ended. It wasn’t until he heard Cayde whimpering from the overstimulation caused by the vibrator that Zavala came to his senses. He let go of the ring and slowly pulled out of Cayde. To his credit, Cayde stayed in position, even though Zavala could see how he was straining to stay upright.

“You performed admirably, Cayde. You can rest on the bed for now.”

Cayde slumped forward dramatically; his face buried in the blanket. He mumbled something that Zavala couldn’t quite hear.

“What was that?” Zavala moved forward to gently rub Cayde’s back and bent down to hear him more clearly.

Cayde turned his head towards Zavala. “I said, thank you, master.”

“Very good. You’re welcome.” Zavala pressed a kiss to the side of Cayde’s head before standing up straight. He looked at Ikora and noticed her hand quickly move down to grab her knee. He shook his head at her and sighed.

“Before we go any further, I think we all need a quick break. Ikora, please cast a Healing Rift under Cayde while I go get us some water and a snack.”

“As you wish, master,” she replied.

Zavala caressed the side of her face and kissed her briefly. “I’ll be back shortly. Behave yourselves.”