Jarvan forced Garen's head down, his lips engulfing the entirety of his erection down to the hilt. Garen gagged and his face scrunched up in pain, but he didn't move or struggle to get air. He sat there and let Jarvan thrust into his throat a few times, long, loud moans coming from his mouth. Eventually Garen was allowed to breathe again, but he didn't make a show of it; he sat back on his heels and swallowed the lingering pain, slowly catching his breath through his nose.

By now, Garen's entire lower body felt like it was going to explode he was so uncomfortable. It was hot and tight even though he wasn't wearing clothes, like a knot of fire was being wound up in his groin.

"Your majesty," He breathed, leaning forward on all fours and looking up at Jarvan, who still sat on the bed. The prince looked down, his chest heaving and covered in a sheer film of sweat. Garen swallowed, not wondering what he should say to get what he wanted; he couldn't even fathom the thought. Guided by pure instinct he crawled closer to Jarvan in between his legs and stood, pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him. Underneath the armor they were rather equally built, all broad chests and shoulders and muscular legs. Garen looked down at his crown prince and got the sudden urge to fuck him until he was raw. That's what he wanted, but he knew Jarvan would never allow it. So he had to settle for the next best thing.

"Fuck me." He growled against Jarvan's jugular, licking and nipping down his neck and grating against his collarbone.

Jarvan didn't answer. He pulled Garen back up for a messy kiss, forcing his tongue past Garen's teeth and nearly down his throat. Garen moaned, reciprocating the motion.

Over the noise and the deafening sound of the lust in their ears, they didn't hear the soft tapping on the bedroom door. Xin Zhao waited patiently on the other side, breathing a bit deeper than normal and his forehead decorated with small beads of sweat. He had been sent to retrieve Jarvan for a brief meeting with Lady Shyvanna, who had requested to see him after dinner. At least, that's why he thought he was here. When he got fed up with waiting and just opened the door, he had completely forgotten what he came here to do.

Garen looked over his shoulder at the intrusion, his mouth hanging open mid-moan. Jarvan was balls-deep in him and, without thinking (it was something beyond him at the moment), he motioned Xin Zhao over with a seductive finger. Xin obliged, and Garen slid himself off of Jarvan with a small groan. Jarvan sat up, blinked at Xin, and then attacked him with his mouth. Xin groaned and pushed back in response, climbing onto the bed to get deeper into the kiss. He was still fully clothed, but Garen had that taken care of in mere moments; he pushed Xin onto his back, stripping him of all his armor and licking experimentally at the seneschal's erection. Xin gasped. He moaned loudly as Garen took him fully into his mouth; even louder when a finger found its way into his tight entrance. Jarvan was content to lean back into his pillows and watch, one hand idly stroking himself.

Xin was filling the entire room with noise, moaning and squirming and practically screaming as Garen ravished him. Jarvan enjoyed watching it immensely. But eventually he motioned for Garen to stop, and he did immediately; Xin Zhao let out a few cries of disapproval before looking over at Jarvan.

"On my lap." Jarvan growled. Xin got onto his knees and crawled over, panting heavily as he positioned himself over Jarvan's cock.

Without warning he pushed in to the very last inch, and Xin let out a scream of surprise and pain, jolting his hips upward in attempt to get away; Jarvan held him in place. A small bit of saliva dripped from Xin's gaping mouth as he attempted to adjust to having Jarvan inside of him. It took a while, but eventually he started to move, rocking himself up and down on Jarvan's cock while the prince thrust up inside of him.

"Garen," Jarvan breathed, pausing his thrusts for a moment. Xin continued to writhe. "You too."

Garen hesitated for a moment, trying to process what he meant. Then he realized and crawled behind Xin, whose head was thrown back and mouth handing wide open. From behind, Garen brushed the man's hair away and attacked the side of his neck, drawing out more moans of pain and pleasure from Xin Zhao. He opened his eyes and noticed Jarvan giving him a look, a "don't be gentle" look in between the throes of pleasure that would consume his face periodically. Garen obeyed the wordless command, grabbing Xin's shoulder and forcing him forward. Xin held into the bedding on either side of Jarvan for support, gritting his teeth as a second cock entered him.

Long strings of swears and moans that threatened to break windows poured from Xin Zhao. It made Garen thrust harder, the friction between Xin's tight hole and Jarvan's cock in the same space was almost too much to bear. He stayed quiet by ravishing Xin Zhao's neck, but the man was too blinded by ecstasy to notice the marking of his neck and shoulder. Jarvan stilled his body and let Garen do most of the work, throwing his head back and resting it against the headboard. The prince moaned, running his hands down Xin's inner thigh, lightly caressing his dripping cock.

Xin Zhao felt like he was going to lose his voice he was screaming so loud, but he just couldn't help it. On any normal occasion, his body would completely reject this entire scenario in a heartbeat. But this wasn't exactly a normal occasion. His body was on fire, craving more that Jarvan or Garen could give him by themselves- so having them both inside of him quelled the heat immensely and brought waves on waves of a different kind of flame. A slow, searing hotness seated in his groin that threatened to explode at any moment. He knew he was fit to burst, but still he wanted-

"More, oh gods, more," He practically screamed, moving his body up and down onto Jarvan and Garen pushed into him. It hurt. Oh fuck, did it hurt. But the pain did nothing to deter him from craving more and it certainly didn't help the fire burning inside of him.

And at the point Jarvan thrust up into him and Garen pushed forward against his prostate, Xin lost it. With a loud string of curses he came, digging his nails into the bedsheets and smattering Jarvan's stomach with semen.

Jarvan pushed Xin off of him and Garen stumbled forward awkwardly. He tried to regain himself by putting both hands on either side of the prince's waist, leaning his head forward and staring down at his stomach.

"Both of you. Clean it off." Jarvan ordered, and both of them obeyed eagerly. Xin dragged his tongue through his own cum, panting through his mouth as he did so. His legs felt weak, and he struggled to hold himself up on his hands and knees. Garen's knees were shaking as well, though not as much as Xin's.

Garen dragged his tongue up and down in neat, remedial lines, really attempting to clean more than to enjoy the activity. Xin did the opposite, moaning softly against the prince's stomach as he swallowed every last bit he could.

Jarvan sat up suddenly, forcing the other two to move away slightly. He gestured to Xin Zhao, then to Garen.

"Xin Zhao. Fuck him."