N.B. I'm counting this and the next chapter as one chapter (coughs loudly). Also, I was told by people that Jinx and Vi weren't related. So they aren't in this story. Unless you're into incest, in which case they are.
Requests Closed. Thanks for playing!
Table of Contents
The Captives (Jinx/Vi/Cait) — Pagebreaks 2 - 3
The Rose Queen (Fate/Leblanc) — 3 - 4
Frustration (Talon/Ahri/Fortune) — 4 - 5
Desperation (Kog'Maw/Chocolate Cake/ Elise) — 5 - 6
It's in the Air (Ryland/Ezreal) — 6
She could feel it in the air.
It awakened her, tugging her from her strange, fever-hued dreams of motion and sex. It was something between scent and touch, a thick, heavy sensation, like the clouds in the sky before a massive storm. The feeling accompanying those regal gray heaven-towers that looked to topple at any moment, to crumble into earth-shaking torrents of rain.
She sat up, ears prickling, midnight blue sheets pooled around her thighs.
And grinned.
She slipped out of bed, noted that her body was sticky with sweat. She always slept in the nude — a holdover from her days in the wilderness as a fox, when her only blanket was earth and moss. Her tails whispered behind her, and she stretched them by grabbing and pulling the tips of them, then kneaded the firm muscles of her ass and inner thighs. She'd have to be ready.
Humming, she slipped on a tight black leather corset that pushed her breasts up, changed their softness to firmness. Men (and women) liked to squeeze firm ones, but suckle soft ones. How fortunate, she thought, that she had both forms at her disposal.
The crimson skirt and fishnets were almost an afterthought. Wouldn't do to have her genitals fully exposed the entire time. Just most of it.
She was outlining her eyes with dark kohl and spritzing her tails with DiCarteri's Leave-in Silkener when she felt the air change. Her thighs suddenly squeezed together. She'd been wet with anticipation before, but now — now she was dripping and quivering. She looked into her sapphire-studded boudoir mirror, her nipples erect, her lips parted.
Somebody's…frustrated.
She waited for the sensation to pass — someone that aroused had to masturbate or otherwise come. But the smoldering ache lingered in the air like cigar smoke, insistent, pressing.
Ahri snorted, determined to ride it out. In more ways than one.
As she approached the door of the Ivory Quarters, she could hear the volume of the frantic evening unions increasing. Lust turned to desire, desire to frenzy.
She strutted into the summer night, reveling in the sensuous heat, the hushed and not so hushed moans drifting beneath the street lamps.
Speaking of street lamps — her eyes were drawn to a waif-thin woman standing beneath one and smoking a cigarette, her skinny body tense. Her hair — an interesting shade of azure — brushed the ground in two lengthy braids.
She glanced up at Ahri. Her eyes glittered.
And the two of them shared an electric moment of perfect understanding.
They were different beings (both probably inaccurately characterized). Different species, backgrounds, ages. But tonight, beneath the sultry orange half-moon, their mission was the same:
To fuck.
Ahri laughed aloud. The girl gave her an enormous grin and two thumbs up. Yeah girl, Ahri heard her think. Fuck yeah. And she vanished into the night.
When she was done laughing, Ahri herself did the same.
At first Vi couldn't open her eyes. They were too heavy, held down by an invisible, sticky weight. She thought dimly that someone had glued her eyelashes together.
There was a radio crackling with some catchy synth-pop song, along with the sound of cheerful humming. She felt almost at home — it was a little bit like her academy days in Piltover.
Then she realized she was in a peculiar position. She tried to move her arms and heard a high-pitched clink noise.
What?
She tried again and realized her wrists were chained above her head. Her knees rested on a thin terry cloth towel that only slightly cut the chill of the concrete floor.
Uh oh. This isn't good.
She heard a vent kick on, felt it douse her in cold air. The sweat on her body chilled, tightening her flesh. She was naked except for a pair of pink panties with a monkey on the back of them. They said No Bananas Allowed! in silver glitter. A present from Cait. Of course.
They were too small, so the curves of Vi's big ass hung out of them. But they were fine to sleep in.
"Hey, fat hands. You awake yet?"
Oh shit, Vi thought dimly.
"Ha! Saw you blink." She heard footsteps approach. Someone tweaked her right nipple. Hard. "C'monnnn. You're not fooling anyone."
Vi cautiously cracked an eye open. Her gaze was even with the rolled cuff of tan camo shorts and a ghost-pale leg. She was in some sort of — storm shelter? The walls were concrete, the lighting industrial. There was a stereo, a night stand, and a small mattress tucked in one corner with stacks and stacks of glossy porno mags towering over it.
But the person staring down at her with an unholy grin was familiar, even if her surroundings weren't.
Oh man. I fucked up big time. She forced false cheer into her voice. "Hey, Jinx. How's it going, buddy?"
"Pretty good now that you and Cupcake are here for the party." She laughed and turned Vi's head to the right. Cait was still passed out, heavily and obviously drugged, nude except for her black bra and thong. Her chestnut hair was damp from sweating out the meds. Her wrists, too, were chained to the wall.
"She's still gonna be out for a while," Jinx said, excited. As if Vi needed that explained. "So you and I are alllll to ourselves."
"I — I, um, see that." Vi frowned. "So. Well. It's been a while."
"Yep!" Jinx knelt in front of Vi, pressing her tiny breasts into her face. Her nimble fingers grabbed the tag in Vi's underwear and fluttered against her asscrack, then pulled them up tight, giving her camel toe. The cloth bit into her soft pink flesh. It kinda hurt.
Vi bit down hard on her lip. Oh my fuck. Seriously? "Little frisky, aren't we?"
Jinx giggled. "What makes you say that?"
The panties inched downwards. Vi looked into her captor's eyes and saw nothing but glee and excitement. Not sanity.
Not sure what I was expecting.
She felt the first cool breeze waft in between her thighs and began to think fast. Struggle? No. Cuffs are pretty high quality. Wake Cait up? No point. She squeezed her thick legs together as Jinx's fingers wormed their way to her crevice.
"Gee, Big Tits." Jinx's voice had a breathy note in it that made Vi's heart sink. A strand of her azure hair was tickling Vi's nose. "You're fatter than I remember."
"Holy shit. Thanks." She swallowed hard and forced authority into her voice. "If that's your idea of dirty talk, you can —"
"Let you go?" Jinx's grin widened as she probed Vi's lower opening with her fingers. Vi squirmed backwards. "I didn't say I didn't like squish. Or are you not paying attention?"
Her hand was positioned so that Vi had to be settled on top of it. And it wasn't like Vi could stand up.
She frowned and felt her body begin to pulse around Jinx's intrusive fingers. Jinx felt the vibration and leaned her face close enough for Vi to smell her cinnamon gum. "Someone else likes squish, too."
"What the fuck am I on? What did you do?"
Jinx smirked. "Maybe you just think I'm hot."
"Um. No." Vi laughed in disbelief, then gasped as Jinx's thumb wriggled against her clit. "N - nope."
"You sure?" The fingers slid in and out, taking up a rhythm that was surprisingly gentle.
"Yes I'm sure!" Vi snarled.
Jinx's eager, engulfing kiss pressed Vi's bare back against the chilly concrete wall. Vi almost choked — her breath was spicy and strong. And her tongue was light and playful. She was purposely being tricky, swirling it around the tip of Vi's, then slipping deep into Vi's mouth, cupping her jaw with both hands.
The chains rattled again as Vi squirmed away. Jinx bit her bottom lip hard enough to cut it. The cinnamon-tinted saliva was making it burn.
Vi glared at her. "Ow, you crazy bitch. That hurts!"
"That hurts?" She pulled away and laughed. "Just wait."
That doesn't sound good. Play it cool. Vi forced a chuckle and saw Cait stir. "What, are you Noxian now?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." Her grin turned devilish. "Maybe we're all Noxian."
"Yep. You're still fucking crazy. Fantastic." Vi puffed a strand of hair out of her face. "Let me guess. Am I your sex slave?"
"Yep!" She vanished from Vi's view. She heard rustling and jiggling as she rummaged through a heap of cardboard boxes. The radio had switched to the most popular song from that Noxian opera Cupcake had mentioned earlier.
There are no monsters save for what we create...dark alchemy borne of innocent blood… What the fuck does Jayce like to listen to? Vi hesitated, then called, "I was really hoping you'd say no!"
"Too bad, big girl!" Jinx's wild laugh set Vi's teeth on edge.
Caitlyn stirred harder. "Vi?"
Vi turned to her. "Cupcake. It's alright. Just stay cool."
"Wheredafuarewe?" Caitlyn snored and abruptly fell back unconscious.
Aw man. Where the fuck is Jayce's pouty ass when we need him? Fuckin' A. Her discomfort increased when Jinx returned with a small box brimming with dildos and vibrators, humming to herself. They were all different colors — neon green, soft pinks and oranges, purple studded with mini diamond-like crystals.
"Say hello to my little friends." She paused and looked at Vi expectantly. "Well?"
"Uhmm." Vi remembered that Jinx had named her guns. She was being serious. "Hi…guys?"
"Duh. Of course they're guys. Now, let's see here." Suddenly businesslike, she ripped Vi's panties off abruptly, then looped cold chains around her ankles. One of the cuffs went around Cait's smooth calf, the other around the leg of a heavy nightstand.
Vi squirmed. Great. Just great. I'm sure the fucking emissaries will love to hear this story over dinner. 'Oh, and what do you Techies do in your free time?' 'Oh, the usual, Mr. Important Demacian, sir. Get chained up in basements and fucked.'
The result of the chaining was her being spread wide open. The inner part of her crevice was a deep, blushing peach color that was already invitingly damp. Vi tested the cuffs on her ankles by tugging on them, but only succeeded in making her inner thigh muscles sing with pain.
She noticed Jinx watching, smirking, and bared her teeth. "Yeah, real cute. Wait 'til I'm fucking —"
Cait woke up again briefly. She peered at the cuff on her calf with mild, dozy interest. "Hmmm. G'night."
"Night night!" Jinx flicked her gaze to Vi. "Any last requests?"
Vi gaped at her. "You gonna fuckin' kill me?"
In her stress, her Pilt Techie accent was slipping free. Speech training was very popular in Piltover.
"No, stupid. Though some writers do connect orgasms with death." Jinx snickered and twirled one of her braids.
"What? What the fuck are you sayin'?"
"It's an inside joke. I'm asking if you want anythi —"
Vi didn't bother asking to be freed. I can deny her that satisfaction, at least. "Can you at least change the fucking radio station?"
"Why? No Demetrius & Caelyn? I love opera. I'm smart now, by the way." She slipped a pair of lenseless glasses from her pocket and put them on. She looked ridiculous. "See? Smart."
Vi shook her head. "Oh my fuck."
"It's not your fuck. It's all our fuck," Jinx said primly. She thankfully changed the station, right as the actor playing Demetrius sang, That's all he is, innocence crushed by a Wheel — trampled between the spokes, beneath broken souls — shattered by unbending steel!
She changed it to rap.
"Better?" Jinx asked, waltzing back over with the box.
"I - I guess?" How can anything about this be good? Or better?
Vi didn't have time to think about it. Jinx knelt in front of her widespread pussy with a few of her 'friends,' and frowned at it in thought. She still had the glasses on. She remained kneeling so long that Vi grew uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable.
"Yeah. It's a vagina. You ever seen one before?"
"Shhhh. I'm thinking."
"Godsdamnit," Vi muttered. Then she blinked as Jinx pulled a yellow vibrator from the box. It was the color of a canary and as thin as a pencil. The end of it was tipped with small, dull plastic spikes.
"This is Cardinal." Jinx's smile was almost pleasant.
"Cardinals are fucking red, you dumb bitch." Vi winced as she turned it on to low, then high. The buzzing competed with the thudding bass of the rap. She cringed. "Wait. We can — we can discuss this."
"Nope!"
Vi rocked backwards as the end connected with her clit, which was already sensitive from the cold air. The sensation made all her muscles tighten, drag against the chains. It yanked Cait's leg out from under her. She snored but still didn't wake up.
"You like?"
Vi couldn't answer. Her lower parts began to drip onto the towel. The peach color deepened to a red rosy flush. She gritted her teeth, but gasped when the vibrator slid abruptly from her clit to the top of her pussy. Her vagina was constricting, pulsing. "Stop it!"
"Nope!" Jinx laughed wildly, then swirled the vibrator around in a circle, right around the trembling, peaked center of sensation. Vi squealed and was ashamed of herself. Then her thoughts disappeared and her body reacted without her consent. And the chains clinked together as every part of her tightened at once, the only part of her consciousness the thudding bass of the rap and gray static.
When she came to, she was panting, her head resting on her shoulder. Jinx was swinging from one of the metal bars on the ceiling. The light glistened over her white skin. She'd — put on lotion? No. She'd stolen Vi's lotion from her purse, lying next to her on the ground.
"What the fuck is this?" Vi demanded.
"A party. Geez. Law enforcement sucks at identifying stuff. Glad you're awake though." She knelt back down and fluttered her fingers over the front of Vi's damp lower lips. There were light smacking sounds — Vi was flushed, thick and dripping. Against her consent.
Humming to the tune of the synth-ballad that was now playing, Jinx grabbed a long green dildo. It was soft green plastic, shaped like a normal human dick. But green.
Why…why wouldn't you just get one that actually looked like a dick? Vi shook her head. Her ears were ringing, her hair wet with sweat. "Let me guess. This one's named Banana?"
Jinx's eyes widened. "How'd you know?"
"I was kid — ughhh."
"No, I know." She leaned closer. Her lips and tongue brushed the inside of Vi's ear. "You've been hanging out with those psychic people. Noxians. I hate those guys."
"Didn't you just say we were all —"
The green rod probed the slick opening of Vi's vagina. "Say ahhh!"
"That's for if they need to see your tee — ahhh. Ah. Oh." She rolled her back muscles as the firm plastic slid past her tight opening into the plushy red canal inside of her, lubed only by her own fluid. It pressured the mouth of her vagina with how thick it was. Jinx pulled it all the way out and examined it.
"You're awfully —"
"Shut the fuck up," Vi muttered.
"Fine." She rammed the stick deep into Vi and left it there. Vi squeezed her eyes shut. Her body wanted it, she could tell. She was writhing, squirming around it. And part of her, she noticed, didn't care that she was stuck in a basement.
Somethin' weird going on. I just fucked Jayce and Cait not too long ago — shouldn't be this turned on.
Her thoughts were again cut short, this time by Caitlyn waking up entirely. The cup of her black bra slid down, revealing a round right breast. The beads of sweat around the pale pink aureole twinkled.
"Vi. What happened?"
"Oh, you know," Vi said cheerfully. "Huge green dildo stuck in my pussy, chained to a wall. The usual."
Cait frowned slightly, trying to process this information with a sluggish brain. Vi traced the taut curve of her butt and hips with her eyes. Her own body gripped at the dildo tighter, and a bead of moisture trickled between her pillowy breasts.
"Hey there," Jinx cooed. Vi watched uneasily as she selected a short, chunky purple vibrator from the box. Then pulled out a ball-gag. "Your squealing's way more annoying than fatso's."
"Real women like real women," Vi snapped.
"I told you already. I loveeee me some squish. And I bet Cait'll love Mr. Jiggles, too." Jinx smiled so widely her cheeks dimpled.
Mr. Jiggles. Vi closed her eyes. Holy —
"Wh — hey! Wait! I didn't sfgihfgdf." Cait's eyes widened indignantly as Jinx rammed the ball gag between her lips.
"Shhh. No one gives a shit." Jinx smiled and wedged the little purple stick between her thighs. It began to buzz, and Cait's eyes went soft and dreamy. The tip of her little pink tongue stuck out from beneath the black plastic ball.
Speaking of little and pink — as Jinx pried Caitlyn's legs apart, only the slightest hint of cherry blossom could be seen between her tight thin outer lips. But the delicate nature of her inner parts made Vi hotter and wetter. She wanted to nibble that little pink place, hear Cait's breathy moans.
"Hell yeah. Go for it." Jinx grabbed the back of Vi's neck and stuffed her face between Cait's thighs. The chains pulled at her wrists, straining a muscle in her back. Or seven. The vibrator was jiggling her breasts now.
Don't think that's Mr. Jiggles was intended for…
But Cait — whatever was in the air had her good. She moaned deep in her chest as Vi's tongue edged towards that small pink softness, then gasped with pleasure when the two connected. The sensation was electric. Warmth unfurled in her legs and belly, set her thighs on fire.
As for Vi, she'd given up on understanding what was happening and given in. Cait tasted good. Like some sort of sweet tropical fruit, all softness and dampness. The wetter Cait got, the harder Vi licked until the space between Vi's lips and Cait's thighs was a slick, dripping mess.
Wait, a very far away part of Vi whispered. How did Jinx know what I was thinking? I mean, it wasn't that hard to guess, but —
Jinx snickered and smacked Vi's jiggly ass, startling her. Her tongue darted inside Cait, who came loudly, her moans rising above the music even with the gag. "It's in the air. Can't you feel it?"
What is? What's in the air? Vi wondered. But she forgot again. Jinx had gotten a belt. It fell onto Vi's ass with a sharp crack. She moaned as her ass began to turn cherry red.
Twisted Fate reclined on LeBlanc's black silk pillows and clutched one to his bare chest.
LeBlanc often told him he looked like a coyote. He didn't know whether or not to take it as a compliment, but he could see it — the dark hair clinging to his lean jaw, his scraggly build. The unsettling golden eyes that peered out from beneath his unkempt black hair.
He crossed his blue-jeaned legs and hoped the Lady of the Black Roses (as he called her) wouldn't be mad at him for not taking them off. There was a painting in progress by the bed, a portrait of Fate himself, done in dark, stormy colors. Reminded him a bit of the air outside, actually. Thick and dark with tension.
But Fate forgot about it all as LeBlanc strolled out of the bathroom.
He wolf-whistled and she grinned. She was in an air-thin shift the color of wine, of blood. Beneath it, an ink-black bra and lacy thong accented her high, firm breasts and butt. Her ass was a little on the tiny side, but Fate wasn't complaining. Nope.
Especially not when a second LeBlanc appeared behind the first, wearing the same outfit in reverse. Black gown, red underwear. The red, the black — it all reminded him a little of a deck of cards. She was the Queen. It might have been intentional. She was tricky like that.
Moonlight shone in from the open window behind the two women, limning them in silver as airy and diffuse as the mesh against their pale skin.
He'd be the first to admit he couldn't tell the clone from the real one. Especially not when his dick was hotter than a sunset over Shurimana, as hard as solid stone.
Their gowns both rustled, fanning behind them as they glided towards him. Cool rivers of dark hair — fresh and damp from the shower — rippled over their shoulders.
"Well?" one of them asked, a devious smile curving her crimson lips. The other put a hand on her hip and smirked. "What do you think?"
Fate had to clear his throat. "I think you're godsdamned beautiful. That's what I think, and it's all I can say, too. No blood in left in m'brain."
Laughter — smoky, sultry — wrapped silk ribbons around him. Then the pair of them slid into bed with him, the sheets and veils rustling like the leaves outside. They whispered across his skin, their hair trailing across it, their legs light and warm against his own. Their delicate fingers traced the curve of his lips, his throat.
He kissed one of the women, plunging his fingers deep into her satin hair, then kissed the other. He still couldn't tell the difference — both of their mouths tasted dark and rich, and both pairs of lips moved in time with his own.
He opened his eyes to see them crouched over him. The throats of their gowns were loose — he saw the smooth, moon-pale flesh of the tops of their breasts, their eyes glittering with desire. One of them settled on top of his stomach, legs spread. He felt the other begin to rub his cock through the rough cloth of his pants.
No matter how many times he'd done it — no matter how many different women — the lust unspooling in him like a thousand silken threads was satisfying. It didn't even have to be the climax. Just thirsting for someone, feeling alive…it was enough.
He'd told Malcolm that once and gotten the most bizarre look of his life. "Always knew you were a faggot, Fate. Get your ass away from me."
"Oh, hush. Y'wouldn't understand."
"I understand you're a fuckin' weirdo."
Memories didn't matter, though. The red mesh shifted before his eyes like a desert mirage. LeBlanc slowly slipped out of it, in perfect synch with her double, a sensuous ballet. Fate's jeans inched downward as LeBlanc tossed the gown aside. It caught the moonlight for a brief moment, then rippled to the ground.
Her night-black bra neared his lips as dexterous fingers pulled his dick free of its restraints. She tugged it away. Then LeBlanc's breasts swayed before his face to a mystical rhythm as a gentle hand began to caress the underside of his cock. It was almost to silky for him to bear — the light of the moon, the hushed evening wind, the firm white flesh pressed to his lips.
He sketched a circle around one of her dark, pert nipples with his tongue. Against the white, it reminded him of a blackberry floating in fresh cream. Luscious.
LeBlanc — her double? — ridded him of his pants entirely. He was bare, naked in the humid air that clung to his sweat-tinted skin. The sensitive spot around his cock and balls turned to gooseflesh. As LeBlanc lowered her dark lips to his, her double lapped at the very tip of his cock, the sweet spot where tingling and deep pleasure kissed. Her mouths on both parts of his body were light as evening mist, but the feel of her womanhood against his belly was thicker, like fog.
As her kisses deepened and Fate's hands clasped around the back of her neck, he felt her nether regions dampen through her lacy thong, then quiver against his lean muscles. He reached for her, but was distracted by the flesh suddenly enveloping his dick. She sucked him all the way into her mouth.
He was edging down her throat — all Noxian women (hell, all Noxians in general) knew how to give head. He gasped roughly when her lips met the skin of his balls. And when he went to moan she was there, too, stopping the sound with her mouth. The trembling heat atop his abs got hotter.
He fumbled for her thong and heard both of them giggle.
She's havin' fun. Fate's thighs constricted. He clenched his jaw against another moan. She likes suckin' me off. Naughty bitch.
His rough fingers finally peeled the black away. Her back arched as he jammed a finger inside the pulsing pink. "Y'like it rough, don't you?"
She cracked an eye open, grinning. "You've got no clue."
He tried to cram another finger in, but she was skinny, too petite. He scrubbed at her slick opening, but lost the rhythm as she deep-throated him. His hand fell away weakly, then grabbed for the black silk sheets. His breath was harsh and ragged.
"Do you think you're on top?" She murmured to him with a wink.
"H - hell no. I don't need that — that macho bullshit."
"Good."
He felt four hands grasp his arms and thighs and rearrange him so he was on his knees. Godsdamn, m'belly's on fire. He winced when LeBlanc brushed him too hard. I know I should be turned on, but — this is nuts.
"It's in the air," they both whispered. The charming smile was a little unsettling. A perfect reflection.
Figured somethin' weird was goin' on.
But he didn't have the willpower to investigate. "Alright, sure." He paused. "So? Y'all ain't — I draw the line at assfuckin'."
A deeper cascade of dark laughter. "Don't worry."
Before he could blink, they were lying beneath him. One grinning with her hands gripping the headboard, the other smiling and pointing towards the foot of the bed.
Like a godsdamned playing card.
Fucking Noxians. Fate snorted. "Real cute."
"Mmm. You think so?" One of them yanked his steel-hard cock and shoved him deep inside her vagina, then cinched her smooth, pretty legs tightly around his waist. Before he could gasp, the other seized his hair and pushed his face towards her sweet spot.
"Eat up, cowboy." They laughed. Fate tried to draw away, but LeBlanc was insistent. He hesitantly licked at her. Her juices were sweet. Black cherry — that's what it reminded him of.
Then LeBlanc's stomach muscles rippled, forcing him deeper inside of her. He gasped against her pussy, then squirmed as she held him there. He couldn't move. Everything was warm wet silk.
The come spurted out of him without warning — he'd been so hard the whole time that there was no transition. She moaned in stereo — black cherry ran down his lips and dick, flowed onto the sheets and dampened them.
He collapsed. His ears were ringing, his entire body tingling. And he was still panting.
He didn't even notice the pair of them sit up, wink at one another, and vanish into ethereal black smoke.
But a few minutes later he did notice that the bed was empty as his balls. He struggled to right himself, shuddering when his stomach and thighs cramped. His cock was still aching.
"What the hell did she mean it's in the air?" He looked out the window, but the orange half-moon had no answers.
Ka-chunk.
Ugh. Where the fuck is Kat? Talon scowled, then flipped another throwing knife from the tips of his fingers in one smooth motion. It struck Ryland squarely in the eye.
Ka-chunk.
The poster of Ezreal and Ryland was punctuated with tiny holes from blades. Talon couldn't stand either of them — everyone knew Katarina du Couteau was supposed to be his, not Ryland's. When Kat and Geek Boy first started going out, Talon waited patiently for her to break the loser's heart. There was no way the softspoken, nerdy, gangly guy could keep Kat's attention.
But here they were six months later, and Kat was still in love. No, LOVE. In all-caps.
Talon dusted his hands against his black shirt. Fuck this. I'm going outside.
For some reason, the idea was more than simply appealing. It was compelling. He walked past a quietly-brooding Darius in the Noxian Quarters' lobby, out into the night. And stopped.
What the shit?
The sounds of people and almost-people fucking drifted above the sound of low, grumbling thunder. Talon flinched as his dick abruptly hardened for no reason. He let it squeeze against the crotch of his pants for a second, then tucked it into his waistband. And paused.
Oh. Oh, great. Now I gotta go back inside and jack off. Just great. He grunted, already beginning to imagine a luscious recreation of Katarina. Not the Kat Ryland saw. Ryland was a little bitch.
But Kat as she was meant to be — tied up with a huge red dildo in each hole, gagged and chained.
I'm never gonna have her again, am I? He heaved a sigh and felt his dick pulse. Ah well. Kitty Kat, this one's for you.
He turned to go and paused again.
"Hey there, handsome." The voice — a throaty purr — came from his left. He whirled and got an eye-full of big, fat, round titties. The rest of her body seemed to fade into view, coalesce from the silver, foggy night. White tails, long legs, and a brief scarlet skirt just asking to be balled up and tossed aside.
Talon looked at her creamy fish-netted thighs and started to sweat. "H — hey, Ahri. How's it going?"
"Not too bad." She squared her shoulders, pushing her boobs harder against the black leather restraining them. The skin glimmered in the moonlight. Talon couldn't look away. Not that he wanted to. "You seem lonely."
"It's Kat again," he heard himself saying. "Can't get her out of my mind."
"Pffft. Please." Ahri leaned forward. Talon swallowed hard. The luminous globes seemed to be on a collision course with his face. "I've got another redhead who could use some love."
"Really? I mean, uh —" He coughed. He'd sounded far too eager. "That'd be kinda cool. Since, you know, everyone's hooking up tonight."
"Mhm." She took him softly by the wrist. For a split second he could hear her thoughts. …scrawny boy, but he'll do nicely.
Nicely for what? He wondered, then decided he didn't care.
Ahri led him through the evening, hips sashaying from side-to-side, tails swishing like banners. They passed Leona and Panth groping one another against a lemitin oak, then Jarvan and Shyvana embracing.
"Geez," Talon muttered. "Reminds me of being back home on a full moon."
Ahri's golden eyes cut to him. Her smile, while pleasant, was unreadable. "Rather Noxian feeling in the air tonight, yes. Wonder what's causing it." It wasn't a question.
Talon frowned. "You know what it is, don't you?"
Her fingers tickled his chin. "I've got a good guess. Seems a certain monarch-to-be is not…pleased."
"Jarvan looked pretty happy," Talon commented absently. How was anyone's ass that taut? Her butt cheeks were so obviously firm beneath her ruby skirt. He wanted to grab them, smack them. And he wasn't a furry, but those tails were hot.
Ahri smirked and pulled Talon inside the Ivory Quarters.
The place was a mess. There were people openly fucking on the couches, the ground strewn with various bright articles of clothing. Talon was so entranced by Ahri's curvaceous silhouette that he almost slipped on a saffron bra and neon-blue thong.
Ahri looked around her, examining the bare breasts and asses of all colors, shapes and sizes around her. The lights were dimmed, candle smoke filling the air. A hot, slow, sexy orgy. Whatever was in the air, it'd gotten more potent.
"Can't believe I finally get a chance to fuck Ahri," Talon muttered to himself, and scratched his head. "It's — an honor, I think."
You keep thinking that, little boy, Ahri thought. She opted to say nothing and led him to Sarah Fortune's den of iniquity. Or, as the commoners put it, her bedroom.
Talon almost choked on cigarette smoke. The red blankets were a mess, the curtains flung open, the rug littered with ash. Two pairs of cheap pink fuzzy handcuffs dangled from the bed posts, and faded posters of highly-technical boat diagrams patterned the walls.
In the midst of this mess lay Sarah Fortune, naked except for her tall red high heels. Her hair was her pillow, thick and sweaty, glimmering mutedly in the haze. She was smoking some cheap blue cigarillo Talon'd seen once during his days on the streets.
When he and Ahri passed through the clinking blue bead curtain, Fortune lifted her head and grinned lazily. "Oooh. You brought me a good one."
She sat up. Talon watched, mesmerized, as her breasts moved. They jiggled. They weren't the firmest things in the world, but their softness and squishiness was equally arousing. She'd obviously seen some shit. Had experience.
Talon bit his lip when Ahri's muscular tails trailed up his thighs. The tips tweaked the tip of his dick. He shifted his weight.
Miss Fortune patted the space on the bed beside her and blew out a ring of smoke. "Care for a seat?"
"Um. Yeah. Totally." Talon's face flushed. Shit. They're gonna think I'm a dweeb like Ryland. He tried to be casual, but he was shaking.
Neither Fortune nor Ahri had Kat's sleek beauty, but Fortune's raw, rugged appeal still made him hard. When Ahri began pulling his shirt off, he didn't resist. Nor did he when Sarah took his pants, leaving the cigarillo perched in one corner of her lips.
Completely forgetting his critique of Ryland earlier, he let his eyes flutter shut as they stuck both of his wrists into the fuzzy cuffs and snapped them shut. Ahri rolled on top of him with a grin.
He waited, shivering, for her to press her mouth to his boxers. But she was more interested in Sarah.
"You look ravishing."
"Oh, stop." Sarah grinned and extinguished the smoke in an ashtray. "You always say that."
"Come here."
"Again? But what about —"
"Don't worry about him." Ahri leaned over Talon, pressing sideboob to his face. He squirmed a little. How does loser-face do this with Kat? My fucking wrists already hurt. He watched Ahri cup Sarah's chin and kiss her. Their tits pressed together as Sarah pulled her closer, the tips of their tongues swirling around one another.
The sound of their skin brushing over each other made Talon twitch. The head of his dick was visible through his underwear. As Sarah pulled one of Ahri's rounded breasts free and began to massage the nipple of it, he cleared his throat.
"Um. Ladies? Madams?"
"We need to shut him up," Sarah whispered. Ahri nodded, vanished, and returned with a sock. She forced his jaws apart and shoved it down his mouth.
"Shhh. I'm busy."
"Msdfgdfg," Talon muttered, then moaned as they resumed making out on top of him, rugged black hair falling into his eyes. Their tits were bouncing lightly against his bony chest, smooshed together, nipples hardening against one another inches from his lips. Ahri's tongue was deep in Sarah's throat, her delicate fingers wound in Fortune's fox-red hair. Her tails wavered in the air. He gasped when one of their hands touched his dick.
But they moved it away.
What the fuck? He struggled against the fuzz-cuffs. Ahri flicked his nose.
"Don't move. I said I'm busy."
"Mfgadfgdf," Talon said through the sock, louder. He was starting to shake. Not only were his muscles tense and quaking — his dick was throbbing. Pounding. He whimpered when Ahri spread her legs on top of him, wedging his cock lengthwise between her asscheeks, and Sarah buried her face beneath the scarlet shirt and began to lick. He could feel her crack through her tight leather skirt. They were using him as a mattress. Ignoring him.
He gasped and choked on sock when Ahri folded her legs around Sarah's neck, squeezing his dick even harder between the smooth musles. Fortune's tongue flicked the inner pink arch, then slid deep inside Ahri's wet crevice. Talon bucked beneath Ahri, pushing her closer to Sarah. She came, loudly moaning.
Talon felt her wetness drip onto his own thighs, soak through the boxers. His cock seemed to strain towards it on its own. He was moaning too, but from frustration. They were still ignoring his dick. Not playfully, either. Just — ignoring it.
I've got a problem here. He began to spit curse words, but Sarah and Ahri's noisy union drowned him out. Fortune was almost screaming — her ass was pointed towards Talon's face, so he got a full view of Ahri's tongue penetrating her lower lips. She teased them apart with her fingers. Fortune looked over her shoulder at Ahri, red bangs falling into her eyes, luscious lips parted in a moan. Her eyes squeezed shut as Ahri's tongue dove deeper. When her thighs slapped together — a slapping sound of flesh and wetness — Ahri's lithe tails wrapped around them and pried them open, leaving her fully exposed.
Her back arched. Her muscles tensed. And the tip of Ahri's tongue didn't let up. Sarah cried out as Ahri stopped licking and began to suck at her, tongue swirling back and forth over her clit. The space between her legs was just as red as the heels on her feet. Those thick thighs began to shake, to jiggle right before Talon's face.
Talon could see all of it and have none of it. He legitimately began to wonder if he was going to die.
"Someone needs spanked," Ahri whispered.
It's me, Talon thought. It's definitely me. But of course it wasn't him. Ahri settled on his lower legs — infuriatingly right below his balls — and pulled Sarah onto her lap. A red high heel rested on either side of Talon's face. He had a lovely view of Fortune's rounded ass.
He watched Ahri lightly stroke the space below Sarah's asscheeks, then seize her ankles with her tails and spread her wide apart. And Talon watched as Ahri sank a huge red dildo — kinda like the one he'd thought of earlier — into Fortune's juicy pink sweet spot. He watched her slide it in and out, and wetness seeped between Fortune's thighs. She spread them wider, the slick spot hovering over Talon's lower belly.
Where the shit did that dildo come from? He wondered wildly. Then he flinched as Ahri slapped first one cheek, then the other. He moaned along with Sarah. The jiggling reverberated through him, the flesh waving before his eyes. The urge to stick his dick in them — either of them, any orifice — was burning. Scalding. He writhed and gasped.
When both of them had come — Ahri for a second time — they collapsed on either side of him, exhausted. Talon couldn't see straight. Sweat leaked into his eyes, dripping from his temples. The little bit of his dick he could see through his boxers was an inflamed, tender red.
Ahri cracked her back. "That was fun. Want to go get a drink?"
They're going to fucking leave me, Talon realized, and panicked. Wait! He tried to say. "Mfgdfg!"
"Sure. Let me put some clothes on. I don't think the air's quite strong enough to walk around naked. Not yet, at least."
He watched in disbelief as Sarah pulled on a green sundress, then wrapped an arm around Ahri's waist and escorted her out. She locked the door behind her and he almost screamed. He didn't know that his sexual frustration was combining with what was in the air, thickening it, raising it to greater potency.
It's in the air.
Kog'Maw sat under a park bench outside the Ivory Quarters, panting. Everyone was being weird — so weird that Soraka had forgotten to put out his forty pounds of food this evening. She was rushing to and fro, healing sprained arms and sore thighs. He watched her pause before him — the orgy was apparently injuring quite a few, requiring her attention every ten minutes — and saw her hands creep to her lower parts. Then she paused, shook herself and hurried away, the hem of her dark blue gown almost catching around her hooves.
Kog was hungry, but that was nothing new. He peeked out when he saw a young man in a nice suit knock on the door to the Ivory Quarters, then adjust his tie with a nervous gulp. An enormous cake was balanced on his left hand. A naked Summoner peered out at him, clutching a glittery green bra to their breasts.
"The fuck do you want?" A Piltover Techie.
"Good evening, madam." A Noxian. "I respectfully request entry to the orgy currently taking place within this demesne."
"Whadafuh?" The Techie squinted. "Is that a fucking cake? Why the fuck do you have cake?"
"In my country, it is traditional to arrive at an orgy bearing gifts," the man said haughtily.
"Man, fuck cake. Get y'ass over here."
The last Kog'Maw saw of the young man was him being yanked inside by his tie into the dusky interior. The cake fell to the ground with a wet splat.
So…hungry… Kog'Maw slipped out from his hiding spot and licked the chocolate icing. There were white letters — cracked, now, a fissure between them — reading Sex.
It tasted like sex. And heaven. The sweet chocolate-sugariness exploded on Kog'Maw's tongue, filling all of his senses with delight. His paws and little legs were soon engulfed in its richness. It was fresh from the ovens, a delightful warmth against his moist skin, soft and squishy and delightful. He tried to savor it — a trick he learned from Soraka that made food all the more delightful — but began chowing down on it. Half of it vanished in an instant.
He didn't see Elise slip out of the Ivory Quarters' window, shaking her head and muttering to herself. " —godsdamned Noxians'll fuck everything but a fucking spider. That's where they draw the line. Not the demons. Not the vampires. Spiders." She spotted Kog'Maw kneading and eating the cake and paused.
I probably shouldn't do this. But I'm so horny.
She paused again.
Fuck it. Literally. She edged towards him. "Hey, doggy."
Kog'Maw ignored her, still swallowing massive chunks of the cake whole. With a deep sigh of resignation, Elise scooped up a chunk of chocolate cake and rubbed it on her pulsing slit. She almost came just from the contact of cake alone. The warmth, the gooiness — it was almost too much.
When Kog'Maw finished bolting down the remainder of the well-intentioned man's dessert, he snuffled the air. Elise watched nervously as he turned to her, eyes bright and curious.
It's not that bad. It's not like I'm a human. "Come here, you cute little — thing, you."
Kog'Maw panted and gamely trotted over. Elise shivered, then shivered harder as Kog'Maw's long tongue lapped the inner edges of her thighs. She spread her legs. Some of the cake was dripping off her because she was so damp.
She gasped when his rough tongue slid against her pulsing clit, then lowered herself on to it.
Zandred Claren of Zaun was pacing over the entire Institute. If he had hair, he would've pulled it out. "Respect their customs," he was chanting. "Respect their customs, respect their —"
He saw Kog'Maw's tongue inside Elise's vagina and promptly fainted.
And what, precisely, was in the air?
King Ryland's frustration.
He gritted his teeth as he listened to Luxanna rattle the door handle, a high, jarring sound. He had undone the lock, but quickly turned it back, remembering that Ezreal's pants were spotted with come.
"Go. Change, quick."
Ez Arcane Shifted away, stumbling over the entry to the bathroom. His hands slapped against the tile before he regained his balance. The fusillade of golden sparks was almost as bright as the panic in his blue eyes.
Ryland gritted his teeth, waited for his heart to stop fluttering in his chest. Besides his dick, his temples and pulse points were also throbbing.
Lux rattled the lock again. "What the fuck?"
"Just a minute." Ryland put his bare back against the door. "Just give him a minute."
"What do you mean just a minute?" She snapped.
Ryland chuckled and ran his fingers through his black hair. "They have minutes in Demacia, don't they?"
"Very funny." He heard her mutter something about Noxus and bastards and couldn't keep the grin off his face. It wasn't a smile he was familiar with — it was wide and dark. And smoldering with anger.
What he wanted to do — he wanted to drag Lux inside and tie her to the rickety red chair by the counter with belts, with the fancy Noxian knots Kat had taught him. The Gordias and Toronado. Gag her with — masking tape. Yeah. Tape her mouth shut. And when Ezreal came back out of the bathroom, Ryland wanted to grab him and force his cock down his throat, past those handsome lips, and hold him there on top of his dick while he choked and struggled. And when he finally submitted, Ryland would use his mouth, its pink, sweet softness, drag his dick along the top of his tongue. Hold Ez tightly by the jaw while the boy's hands pawed at nothing and gradually stilled. Make Lux watch Ez's pretty blue eyes flutter shut, then pull and out and empty himself all over those perfect silk bow lips. Then grin at her, laugh and say, There. Happy now? Your nightmares are true.
Then rip her throat out with his bare teeth.
"Whoa. Dude." Ezreal stood before him — blue pajama pants now — fists clenched. His eyes seemed to take up most of his face. "Relax."
"R - right. I'm a healer." Ryland frowned and hid his erection in the waistband of his black pants. Ezreal's eyes tracked the movement and somehow got even wider. Holy shit, Ryland heard him think. "Um. What?"
"I - nothing." Ez's left eye twitched. "You should put a shirt on."
"Good idea." He pulled on a soft gray v-neck as Ez undid the door. He glanced at the score — the Noxian Wolves were winning the hockey game by twenty points. Get wrecked.
Lux was standing as still as a star. The only things that moved were her light blue eyes. They darted from side to side, between them.
"Hey, Lux." Ryland half-smiled and saw her edge away. Amused, he neared her. I'm two feet taller than her. Why was I ever afraid? He knew why. She reminded him a lot of Merilyn.
She tripped back a step and scowled. "Why was the door locked?"
Ezreal gulped and said nothing. His eyelashes fluttered.
Ryland shrugged. "It's getting wild out there and I didn't want to deal with it. Not Ezreal's fault."
"Oh, I figured it wasn't Ez's fault." Lux huffed.
"Oh?" Ryland realized that he was tired of her. Very, very tired. Ezreal's nervous eyes darted to him, and he ignored them. "And why's that?"
She ignored him, leaned towards Ezreal and sniffed. "Why do you smell like pine? Did you two — " shower together?
No, Ryland reflected. But that's a fantastic idea.
Ez still couldn't answer. He just shivered in the moonlight, arms crossed, bare chested, blinking at her with doelike eyes.
Lux recoiled when Ryland's hand settled on her shoulder. "Look. As much as I'd love to stand here and listen to you interrogate Ez —"
She glared at him. "I'll stand here if I want to stand —"
"Lux, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Ezreal yawned loudly. A little too loudly. "I'm so tired. I already bought my tie and corsage."
"But — how do you know which dress I'm picking?"
Oh, man. Ryland winced. That hideous tie is something else that can wait until tomorrow. "Good night, Luxanna."
"But —"
"Night, Lux," Ez said cheerfully. "Love you."
"I —" Lux paused and sighed, and Ryland almost felt bad for her. Almost. "I love you too. Oh, and Ryland?"
"Mhm?" Just gooooo. Please. My fucking cock feels like it's about to explode.
"Kat says she's sorry." She whirled on her heel and left. They watched her go, her golden hair shining under the myth-tree's lanterns.
Ryland sighed and relocked the door. He laid down on the bed, pulling the blankets to his chest, while Ez dug through his icebox. His nervousness was evident.
"Can I have the last cola? Soda? Whatever the hell Noxians call it?"
I get them for you.
Do you really? Ryland felt Ezreal blush. You don't have to do that.
No worries. No caffeine for the healers.
Ez slid in bed beside him, glanced at him, and chugged it. Ryland tried not to watch, but traced the movement of his bobbing adam's apple anyways.
Ez wiped his lips with a sigh, and said, "I'm supposed to suck your dick now, right?" at the exact instant Ryland said abruptly, "I'm so fucking horny."
Silence, punctuated by low moans outside and the hockey game. Two of the players were smashing each other's faces in.
Ryland cleared his throat. His brow furrowed. "Do you — uh — want…to?"
Ezreal leaned back and crossed his legs. Looking off into the distance, he said, "I bet I'm better at it than Oliver."
"Uh." Well, I was on bottom one-hundred percent of the time, so I wouldn't —
"Hold me." Ez snuggled up to his chest, and Ryland put his arms around him. The Explorer's chin was on his collarbone, and Ryland tried not to flinch when Ez's hand slid down his stomach. He gasped when he squeezed the tip of his cock, then spanned his hand over his whole dick. "Wow, you're so fucking huge." A pause. "That sounded really gay."
Ryland squinted at him. "Um, Ez?"
"Shhhh." Ezreal rolled on top of him and kissed him. He pulled away. His blue eyes were shining. "Only words now."
Ummm. Ryland shook his head and kissed him back. Elation — bliss — flooded him. It wasn't a one-time miracle. It was happening again. I don't think you said that right.
Lux says I'm really bad at dirty talk. Ezreal nuzzled his chin and kissed him again. His fingertips were curled around the back of Ryland's neck, his thumbs on that eternally-tense muscle between neck and shoulder. His chest radiated heat through the Healer's pajama shirt, like he was a miniature sun of some sort.
It's — it's alright. Ryland kissed him back, setting a slow, dreamy, leisurely pace Ez could keep up with. Gods. Why are you so cute?
It's in my blood.
I guess. Ryland stretched out. He always forgot how tiny Ez was compared to him. Had to stand on his tiptoes to lean on Ryland's shoulder. And Ryland's hands could almost encircle Ezreal's waist entirely. He wasn't as thin as Aven, but —
So how do you do it, anyways?
Ryland cracked an eye open. He looked at Ezreal's long eyelashes. Suck a dick?
No. I'm pretty sure I can figure that part out. Ezreal smiled against his mouth. The dirty talk.
I can teach you sometime. Ryland squeezed the nape of his neck.
Like now?
You want me to — Ryland snorted. Far away, he sensed that Lux was leaning against the outside wall, listening for anymore moans. Kat was leaning beside her, covered in bruises and scowling. You're actually a closet freak.
Maybe. Ezreal took Ryland's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard. Or what he thought was biting down hard. It barely tickled.
Ryland had to fight down laughter again. So damn cute. He smoothed Ez's hair. So why do you wanna suck my cock anyways? Because you want me in your mouth? Or are you just a fucking slut?
Ezreal shivered and kissed him harder. His blonde hair tickled Ryland's forehead. Ryland felt Ez's dick stiffening against his own.
Oh, he thought to himself distantly. He really is into it.
He held Ezreal tightly against him and breathed in his ear. "You want my huge, rock-hard dick in your throat?"
"Yes." It was a whisper. Ezreal nipped his jaw, then pushed the hem of Ryland's shirt upwards and kissed the top of his stomach. Then downward. Ryland kept a hand on the back of his neck, massaging it. With the other, he slipped his pants below his balls. His entire body went tingly when the skin of it brushed Ezreal's chest. The Explorer tucked his chin against it, squeezed his eyes shut, then licked it.
Don't laugh, Ryland thought to himself. To Ezreal, he thought, Open your mouth.
In the moonlight, those blue eyes gleamed up at him, like the silvery waves on an ocean. But —
He increased the pressure on Ez's neck slightly. Do it.
He felt Ezreal comply, then inched his cock between his lips. He fought the primal urge to ram himself down his throat entirely. He couldn't stop his breath from being harsh, though, or the stuttering of his heart as he and Ez's pulses linked up again. Ez's tongue lapped hesitantly at the underside of his erection, then more boldly against the bottom of his head. When Ryland stroked his cheek, he sucked harder.
Ryland's back arched, and his other hand squeezed at the bedspread. He heard Ezreal moan and had to bite his own lip. His hand shifted from the back of the Explorer's neck, from beneath his soft hair, to the side of his jaw.
Take more of it.
I don't know if I —
Ryland hooked two fingers between his lips and spread them farther apart. He shoved more of his cock inside, felt the softness overwhelm it, press against it. His skin prickled when he felt his head make contact with the plushy flesh at the opening of Ez's throat. He felt him choke and withdrew a little, grinning.
Don't hurt yourself.
I can take —
Shhhh. Just suck on it.
Ez's hands settled on the inner curves of his thighs, beside his balls. He squeezed the muscles there involuntarily, gagging a little. Why are you so huge? I thought those jokes about Noxus were myths.
Nope. You can handle more now. Ryland forced Ez's head down, squeezed his thickness deep inside. He saw Ezreal's perfect mouth wrapped around the lower half of his shaft and panted, watching him suck from beneath the fringes of his black hair. Relax. Let me fuck you.
Ezreal's deep moan vibrated the length of his dick. He moaned again as Ryland entered him fully, then whimpered softly. His tongue swished in an inexorable pendulum motion, back and forth on the underside of the shaft. The pointed tip of it brushed a tiny spot against his balls. His back arched, and Ezreal moaned again. He should've been choking but - he wasn't. His mouth was full, his jaw aching, his throat pulsing, but it felt good.
I know you can suck me harder, fucktoy. Ryland squeezed his jaw. So do it.
Ez complied. He peered up at Ryland, then closed his eyes in pleasure when Ryland rubbed his throat. Feeling the swelling, throbbing cock inside him and the gentle fingers on the other side of the boundary was — comforting, somehow. Soothing. And Ryland so much bigger than him. And so nice to him. So gentle, even when his thigh-muscles were as tight as stone, his breaths harsh.
Ezreal didn't notice he'd begun to purr. Ryland's breaths deepened. The swirl of Ezreal's thoughts was a sweet counterpoint to the warm pleasure of his mouth. Between Ryland's legs, beneath the silver curtain of moonlight, he felt perfectly safe and warm. He shifted when Ryland's cock thickened even farther, took him into his throat. He didn't know why, but Ryland tasted good, too.
Hold on. There's this thing that Lux does that I like. He moved his head up and down, and Ryland squirmed as the tip of his cock slid in and out of Ezreal's soft, hot, wet mouth. In and out of his lips with a soft pop sound every once in a while, as their flesh broke contact. The sensation was slick, the pleasure intense. Ryland seized the back of his neck and held him there as he jacked himself off. His cock seemed so thick he was afraid of hurting both of them.
Then he came with three or four loud, deep moans that were closer to sighs of pleasure. Ezreal waited, blinking rapidly and feeling the cock pulse inside his mouth. He'd already swallowed. He always wanted Lux to swallow. Figured it was courtesy.
Ryland withdrew and folded both hands over his own chest, still shaking. Holy —
Am I good at it? Ezreal curled up beneath his arm and smiled up at him. He hesitated, then put an arm over Ryland's chest. Ryland twitched, still sensitive. The viewscreen had cycled to a rerun of a League tournament. The two of them were running, in miniature, up bottom lane. He remembered this one — he and Ez had won. A stomp.
The Institute's fervor began to die down as Ryland's body finally relaxed. He nuzzled Ezreal's hair, then kissed his forehead. Ez yawned, contented with the affection.
Ryland's broad hand found the small of Ez's back. Mm. I think you're a natural.