It wasn't like Ogron to get drunk, but he felt at a loss tonight. He felt a solemn bitterness watching Duman and Gantlos. They had a pretty secure, strong open relationship, but Ogron felt involvement would complicate things, so he kept it on the inside. Still, they weren't even bothering with anyone else at this party Anagan dragged them to, and somehow that bothered him even more.
"Hey Ogron, I'm not trying to kill your mood, but you're going pretty heavy on the vodka, don't you think?" Anagan was a tad concerned seeing Ogron look so disgruntled.
"I'll have you know it'sh Vodka cranberry, it'sh diluted so I'm fine," oh yeah, he was way past his limit, "Don't you have some pretty girl you *hicup* need to fornicate with?"
"How about I get Duman or Gantlos over here first?" The innocent question made Ogron scowl.
"I'm fine!" He barked as he wobbly shooed Anagan away. Concerned, Anagan did get Duman over there.
"Hey Ogron, how are you,uh, how you doing," Duman asked light heartedly
"Go asksh your stupid boyfriend," his words caught Duman off guard, "it's not fair, I hate how you two are so happy, I want to be happy too.." he grumbled flopping over.
"You want a partner? Ogron nothing's stopping you-" Ogron cut him off
"I don't want just sh like, anyone- I want you! I want Gantlos! I want to be involved with you guysh , not fair! I hate how jealous you two make me, it's all your fault…" Ogron jealous? Of them? Duman was in a whirlwind of surprise. But seeing his well put together leader such a mess broke his heart- he got up and went to Anagan to inform him he and Gantlos would be taking Ogron home. Anagan nodded, staying behind.
Gantlos threw the drunk ginger over his shoulder, "cmon princess, you've had enough," Ogron pounded his back with slurs of "lemme go!" And "put me down!". When they got to the cabin, Gantlos gave him some water and put him to bed, Duman explained his jealousy whilst he slept.
The next morning, they asked Anagan to leave for the day, explaining that they needed to speak with Ogron in private, as he was having some feelings about their relationship and they wanted to sort it out.
"A day to myself? Don't have to ask me twice, just try not to get into a fight,"
"We wouldn't dare, we just don't want whatever he's feeling to cause any trouble down the line," with Gantlos's reassurance, Anagan left for the day.
Meanwhile Ogron woke up with the worst hangover he'd had in centuries. His ears were ringing and he felt an aching in his stomach.
"Oi! His highness is awake!"
"Must you shout, Duman? This headache is bad enough as it is," Ogron complained, sitting up, "this isn't my room?"
"Nope," Gantlos interjected, carrying water and some toast, "you got wasted and fell asleep in mine," Ogron flushed, embarrassed. He doesn't get "wasted"! How could he humiliate himself like that!
"I'm terribly sorry I-"
"Hush, eat, drink water, Duman and I need to talk to you about some of the things you said," Ogron was even more flustered, what could he have said!? He couldn't even remember the party.
After he ate and was feeling better, he decided to ffreshen himself up in the restroom before talking to the other two, but he couldn't find his brush. Duman informed him it was in Gantlos's room.
"Cmere," Gantlos gestures for Ogron to sit between his legs
"I can brush my own hair-hey!" Duman shoved him down between the blondes knees, as Gantlos brushed his hair, he grumbled
"What is the meaning of this?"
"We're just giving you what ya asked for princess," the nickname struck a nerve to Ogron. Duman interrupted his fit by kissing up his arm.
"You're the one who asked for some involvement, so we're involvin ya," Duman whispered, sending a blush to ogron's face.
"N-now hold on, I'm not sure I meant-"
"You sure seemed to mean it last night, you were in tears begging for attention from us," Duman moved to the redheaded wizards ear, "Do you want our attention," he whispered before nipping Ogron's ear. Ogron stiffened, responding Gantlos stopped brushing his hair.
"Quit that, the poor thing's hungover," Gantlos ordered
"N-no, it's fine…" Ogron whispered, flushed and not making eye contact. Well Gantlos simply wouldn't have that. He lifted Ogron's face by his chin, Duman still leaving butterfly kisses.
"Look me in the eyes when you talk to me," he ordered softly, "you can be the leader every other day, today we're in charge." The dominance sent a surge through Ogron.
Duman ran his hand up his thigh, "someone's happy with that," he grazed around Ogron's groin, eliciting a soft moan, "Does the jealous princess like that idea? Do you wanna be empty in the head today?"
"Just remember," Gantlos nipped Ogron's ear, "you wanted this."
Ogron couldn't even formulate a coherent thought, being teased was driving him crazy, neither man was directly touching him, instead both just grazed him softly around his member.
"We won't do anything unless you ask, be polite now," the voice Gantlos was using made him twitch
"Don't tell me the big bad boss is too shy," teased duman, whispering in his ear "Want me to undress you? Your pants seem too tight~"
"I um…I would like that very much,"
"See?" Gantlos purred undressing Ogron, "Good manners are gonna get you what you want," Ogron had lost his composure by now, blushing and whining
"Let's treat him real nice," Duman nipped his shoulder from the back
"Of course, he's the princess after all," Gantlos smiled, and the two men made sure to shower Ogron with such gentle attention, he'd never have to be jealous again.