The city lights flickered below as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting long shadows across the rooftop. The air was cool, but the heat between them was unmistakable.
Kael leaned back on the concrete ledge, his hand brushing Riven's as they watched the last blush of daylight fade. Liora sat cross-legged a few steps away, her eyes drifting between them—not saying anything, just feeling the pulse of something real, something deep.
"You're quiet," Riven murmured, his gaze resting on Kael.
Kael smirked. "I'm thinking."
"Dangerous."
"I'm thinking… how lucky I am."
Before Riven could respond, Kael reached out, fingers curling around his shirt, tugging him closer. Their foreheads touched first. A silent promise. Then Kael's lips brushed Riven's—slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.
Liora's breath caught. She didn't interrupt. Didn't speak. Just watched, heart fluttering.
Riven melted into the kiss, his hand finding Kael's cheek, anchoring him. The way they moved together wasn't just passion—it was comfort. Years of trust. Of knowing each other inside and out.
Their kiss deepened, breaths mingling. Riven's hand slid behind Kael's neck, pulling him even closer as Kael's fingers ghosted along Riven's waist. A soft sigh escaped between them.
Liora shifted, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes shimmered, not with jealousy, but awe. This was love. Raw and real. She felt the warmth of it from where she sat. And she knew—she was a part of it too.
When Kael finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against Riven's and whispered something only he could hear. Riven laughed quietly, the sound brushing over Liora like a song she never wanted to forget.
Kael turned to glance at her then, his eyes still soft from the kiss. "You okay?"
She nodded, cheeks flushed. "You two… you're beautiful together."
Riven smiled, stretching a hand toward her. "So are we. Come here."
She rose slowly, walking toward them, the rooftop lights casting a golden glow around the three of them. When she joined their circle, Kael kissed her temple, and Riven wrapped his arm around her back.
The three of them stood there, wrapped in the quiet hum of city lights and shared hearts, holding something fragile and fierce between them: love.
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She called her family softly, explaining that the assignment would keep her at a friend's place for a few more nights. The conversation was casual, but inside, her heart raced with anticipation.
In the apartment, the three of them were barely dressed — the boys in just their boxers, their hands exploring each other with a slow, familiar tenderness. Quiet murmurs and gentle touches filled the room, creating an atmosphere thick with desire.
She stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a sheer shirt that clung to her curves, slipping delicately off her shoulders. Her legs stretched out as she settled seductively on the sofa, the dim light casting shadows that danced across her skin. The boys' eyes locked onto her, drawn like moths to a flame.
Without hesitation, they came to her sides, sitting close. Her legs parted slightly, inviting, as both of their hands moved with reverent care between her thighs. A soft murmur escaped her lips as their fingers traced delicate paths, igniting sparks beneath her skin.
Their mouths met hers in a tender yet passionate kiss, lips mingling, breaths mingling, before pulling apart to kiss each other with equal fervor — their connection electrifying the air. Hands never strayed far, continuing their quiet exploration.
She slipped her hands beneath their boxers, fingers tracing warmth and strength, whispering a wordless plea. "I want you both," she breathed, melting into the moment.
With gentle care, they lifted her, settling her across the sofa's edge, their bodies pressing close from either side. She wrapped her legs around them, feeling the heat of their bare skin, the intimacy of their closeness.
Slowly, the layers between them fell away, skin meeting skin, every movement deliberate, every touch a promise. She gripped the soft fabric beneath her, a low moan escaping as waves of pleasure mingled with tenderness, the night wrapping them in its quiet embrace.
Kael and Riven's bodies pressed closely against her, warmth radiating through every touch. The slow, rhythmic movement of their bodies sent waves of heat rolling through her, igniting a fire deep inside. She could feel the steady pulse of their desire, a delicious tension that mixed pleasure with the sharp edge of aching need.
Their hands roamed with a gentle urgency — fingers tracing along her curves, teasing, squeezing, sending shivers through her skin. Kael's lips found hers in a kiss that was both soft and hungry, while Riven's mouth moved to her neck and collarbone, his breath warm and intoxicating.
A low growl escaped from Riven, his voice rough with need, and Kael responded with a murmured promise, their connection undeniable. She gasped softly as their touches grew more insistent, the mixture of pleasure and a faint, thrilling pain coiling inside her.
She arched between them, her body melting into their rhythm, torn between the sweet ache of longing and the fierce heat of their closeness. Her fingers tangled in Kael's hair while Riven's hands cupped her breasts, gentle yet commanding.
Their mouths met again, this time their kiss shared between the two of them — a silent conversation of love and desire. Kael moved back slightly, pushing Riven deeper into her, their bodies fitting perfectly together. At the same time, Riven's hands found Kael's hips, steadying them both as they continued this intimate dance.
She clutched the soft fabric beneath her, caught between pain and pleasure, every movement a perfect blend of both. Her breath came in shallow gasps, heart pounding fiercely, as they moved in unison — a beautiful, passionate harmony that left her burning and melting all at once.
The heat between them intensified, every movement deliberate and filled with urgency. Kael's hands slid lower, fingers tracing delicate lines along her hips and thighs, grounding her as she trembled under their touch. Riven's lips never left her skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck and collarbone, his warm breath fanning her senses.
She felt both of them—Kael's steady rhythm from the front, Riven's deep presence from behind—melding into a perfect, synchronized pulse that echoed in her very core. The pressure, the stretch, the fullness—it was both ache and bliss, a delicious tension that made her gasp and shiver.
Her nails dug lightly into Kael's back as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples. His mouth found hers again, this time slower, deeper, more needy, while Riven's hands slid beneath her shirt, fingers brushing over the soft skin of her stomach and thighs.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Riven's mouth traveled lower, lips and tongue exploring places that made her arch involuntarily. Between the heated closeness of their bodies and their shared kisses, she was lost in a swirl of sensation—burning, melting, craving more.
Kael shifted his hips, moving with a gentle yet insistent rhythm that made her tremble. Riven pressed forward, his own movement mirroring Kael's, pushing into her from behind. Their bodies moved as one, creating waves of pleasure that washed over her, alternating between sharp jolts and soothing warmth.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, heart pounding wildly, skin flushed and sensitive. She wrapped her arms around them both, drawing them closer, wanting to feel every inch, every touch, every shared moment.
Their kisses mingled—soft, wet, and urgent—while their hands continued their explorations, fingers threading through hair, brushing over skin, and holding tight as they found a rhythm that carried them all higher.
Every movement was a conversation without words—a testament to trust, desire, and the deep connection they shared. The ache of the moment was as sweet as the pleasure, and she surrendered completely, burning, melting, and soaring all at once.