Feral Daydreams 🎀

Obedience Isn't Optional (🍋)

The bar was buzzing with life, the dim amber lighting flickering against dark mahogany counters as smooth jazz played over the speakers. Ignacio leaned back in his seat, swirling a glass of Sex on the Beach, the fruity scent of peach schnapps mingling with the faint scent of cologne clinging to his tailored suit.

His fedora cast a slight shadow over his sharp, chiseled features, and those deep brown eyes? They were scanning the room with the same calculating sharpness he used in business-until they landed on them.

Lycan and Suvan.

Two pretty little things, sipping their drinks, looking like trouble in the best fucking way.

Lycan, shorter, wearing a cropped black top that showed off his slim figure, his spiky hair making him look like he belonged in a rock band. He leaned against the bar lazily, rings flashing under the low lights, confidence radiating from every inch of him.

Suvan, slightly taller, tousled blue and pink hair framing a smirking face. He swirled his whiskey, tapping silver rings against the glass, wearing ripped jeans that hugged his legs just right.

They'd been stealing glances at him for the last ten minutes.

Ignacio smirked. Cocky little shits.

And then, they made the first move.

"Didn't think guys like you drank cocktails," Lycan mused, sliding up beside him. His voice was smooth, casual, but that glint in his brown eyes? Challenging.

Suvan followed suit, perching on Ignacio's other side. "Yeah, you look like a whiskey straight kinda guy. What's with the Sex on the Beach?"

Ignacio took a slow sip, licking a stray drop from his lips before raising a brow at them. "I like the name."

Lycan chuckled. "Oh? That so?"

Ignacio leaned in, his deep brown eyes flicking between them, voice dropping to a murmur. "You offering?"

The way they both smirked at him?

He already knew exactly how this night was ending.

—

The hotel suite was huge, bathed in golden lighting, the faint scent of cologne, whiskey, and heat filling the air. Clothes were already half-off — Lycan's crop top discarded on the floor, Suvan's silver chain catching the dim light as Ignacio backed them toward the king-sized bed.

"Cocky little brats," Ignacio murmured, gripping Lycan's chin, tilting his head up. "You really thought you were in control back at that bar, huh?"

Suvan smirked, leaning in close. "We still might be."

Ignacio laughed. "Cute."

Then he shoved them onto the bed.

Their bodies bounced slightly against the mattress, their breath hitching in anticipation as Ignacio stood above them, stripping off his suit jacket with slow, deliberate movements. His six-pack flexed under the warm lighting as he undid his belt, the clink of metal making Lycan's thighs clench.

"Get in position," Ignacio ordered, voice dark with command. "Lycan—on my cock. Suvan—sit that pretty ass on my face."

Lycan's breath hitched.

Suvan swallowed hard, heat pooling low in his stomach. "Shit, okay."

They moved, scrambling into place-Lycan straddling Ignacio's lap while Suvan hovered above his face, his ripped jeans barely still on.

"Fuck," Lycan muttered as he wrapped a hand around Ignacio's thick cock, lining himself up, his lip caught between his teeth. "He's big."

Ignacio smirked. "You'll take it."