The warm water danced over their naked bodies, steam rising like a sensual veil around them. Asher leaned lazily against Jeremy and Ezekiel, his cheek resting on Jeremy's firm chest while his fingers traced idle patterns on Zeke's thigh underwater.
The pool wasn't deep—just enough for their bodies to be half-submerged and close, tangled in heated intimacy. Asher let out a soft giggle, his breath ghosting against Ezekiel's skin.
"You both wore me out…" he murmured, lips brushing against Jeremy's nipple before sucking on it playfully. Jeremy's hand cupped the back of his head with a soft groan.
"And yet you're still teasing," Jeremy muttered with a crooked grin, tilting Asher's face up for a slow, wet kiss. Their tongues met in a dance that was more loving than hungry now, like they were savoring the taste of everything they'd just done.
Ezekiel slid behind Asher, wrapping his arms around him, trapping him between both of them. His lips grazed Asher's shoulder, then lower to the side of his neck. He sucked gently, leaving faint love marks as his hands caressed Asher's chest.
"Look at you," Zeke whispered, voice low and hoarse with lingering desire. "Glowing, marked by both of us. Our pretty boy…"
Asher shivered from head to toe.
"You make me feel wanted," he breathed, leaning into the soft kisses being laid along his back and collarbone. "I don't want this night to end."
"It doesn't have to," Jeremy replied, grabbing a bottle of liquid soap from the ledge. "Let's make it last."
He squirted some of the soap into his palm and lathered it over Asher's chest slowly, rubbing circles into his pecs, teasing around his nipples. Asher arched into his touch with a moan that trembled in his throat.
Ezekiel's hands slid lower, cupping Asher's ass and spreading the cheeks under the water. He washed him tenderly, careful with the areas still sore from their earlier play. Every touch was intimate, reverent.
"Careful," Asher hissed slightly, but he didn't pull away. Zeke's kisses against his back made the pain melt into warmth.
"Just cleaning what I ruined," Zeke murmured, chuckling. "You're still so tight. I can feel it."
Jeremy leaned in again, capturing Asher's lips in a passionate kiss as he stroked his sides, letting the bubbles slide down his body. Their bodies pressed tightly together under the water, chest to chest, skin on skin.
Then it was Asher's turn—he reached for the soap and turned to Ezekiel, massaging it into Zeke's strong shoulders, working his way down that chiseled back. The sight of the soap sliding over those muscles, glistening wet, made him bite his lip.
"You're so fucking sexy, Zeke," he whispered, trailing his fingers down his spine and giving his ass a firm squeeze. Zeke chuckled, arching into his touch.
"Don't tempt me for another round," he growled.
Asher smirked and moved to Jeremy, who was leaning against the pool wall, watching them both with hooded eyes. Asher straddled his lap again, chest brushing Jeremy's, and started washing him too—rubbing slow circles on his abs and down to his thick thighs.
Jeremy hissed at the touch. "You're trouble," he said.
Asher giggled. "And you love it."
They stayed like that, washing, kissing, moaning, laughing… The water grew warmer with their heat, and the steam blurred the world outside. In that moment, nothing existed beyond the ripples and their bare skin pressed together.
Eventually, they all lay back in the shallow pool, letting the water carry them. Asher rested between them again, his head against Zeke's chest, his legs entangled with Jeremy's.
He let out a soft sigh. "Best night of my life."
"You're not dreaming," Jeremy whispered, kissing his forehead.
"And we're not done loving you," Ezekiel added with a smirk.
Asher grinned.
"Then let's never stop."
The moonlight filtered gently through the caves entrance, painting silver trails over the soft linens and heavy mattress. Asher nestled between Ezekiel and Jeremy, the heat from their bodies still humming from the shower, their skin damp and warm.
Wrapped in their embrace, Asher let out a soft sigh, his head resting on Ezekiel's shoulder while his hand brushed lightly against Jeremy's chest. Their breaths had begun to slow, but Asher's mind remained restless.
"What if the war takes you both from me?" he whispered into the quiet, voice trembling.
Ezekiel looked down at him, brushing a damp strand of hair from Asher's forehead. He gave a reassuring smile. "It won't. We're here with you, and we're not going anywhere."
Jeremy reached across, entwining his fingers with Asher's. "This… whatever we've created… I'm not letting it go. I've never felt something like this before, and I refuse to lose it."
Asher's eyes shimmered with emotion, but doubt still lingered. Jeremy, sensing the tension, lifted his head slightly and said, "Maybe it's time we went to Silver Hill. We need to find your parents. They might hold the answers we've been missing."
At the mention of his family, Asher's expression faltered. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his voice was barely audible. "Do you think… they're still alive?"
Jeremy didn't hesitate. "I don't know. But we can hope. Maybe they escaped Lamia's attack. Maybe they're out there, waiting."
Ezekiel leaned forward, his hand drifting over Asher's ass in a slow, reassuring gesture. He felt the sharp intake of breath Asher gave in response, not from pain, but from the intense arousal of it.
"It's okay," Ezekiel murmured, fingers trailing lower in a rhythm that calmed more than it teased. "We've got you, Ash."
Asher gasped, but it was soft—part surprise, part comfort. He melted deeper into the warmth of Ezekiel's embrace, while Jeremy wrapped an arm around both of them, pulling the trio even closer.
Ezekiel chuckled softly as he adjusted the blankets over them. "I love you both," he whispered with a childlike sincerity, pressing a kiss to Asher's shoulder and another to Jeremy's temple.
Jeremy gave a breathless laugh and nuzzled into Asher's neck. "You're impossible," he murmured. "But I love you too."
As the night deepened, their closeness thickened with something sacred. Ezekiel's fingers traced over Asher's skin, slow and teasing, his touch wandering in soft, tantalizing circles. It wasn't just lust—it was reverence. Each sigh that escaped Asher's lips was met with quiet shushing and gentle kisses.
Jeremy, too, felt the same hands wander to him, fingers grazing along the curve of his hip, igniting heat just beneath the surface.
"Fuck," Jeremy breathed, his body arching slightly into the contact.
The tension built slowly, like a current buzzing beneath the sheets. The air turned thick, heavy with longing and love.
Later, Ezekiel shifted, guiding them both with a confident, knowing touch. He whispered quiet encouragements, promises, declarations of devotion as their bodies intertwined once again in the shadows of the night.
They gave in—to the rhythm, to the heat, to each other. And the sex ended up going all night.
And when it was over, when their hearts had steadied and their limbs lay tangled like vines, the three of them collapsed onto the mattress, drained and glowing, breathless from more than just passion.
Asher lay cradled between them, his hand still resting over Jeremy's heart, his legs tangled with Ezekiel's. No words were needed. The silence was thick with understanding.
And as they drifted toward sleep, bodies still humming from their shared fire, Asher smiled faintly.
For now, he had them. And that was everything.