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The party in Day court was in full swing, bodies everywhere as High fae mingled. Drinks and dancing aplenty and Helion Spellcleaver in his element as he charmed his guests. The High lord and High lady of the Night court were four drinks in by the time they noticed Lucien Vanserra waltzing in. He looked around before spotting them and their entourage and heading over.
He nodded to them all before focusing on Rhys and Feyre. "I need to ask you for a favor."
Rhys raised his eyes. Lucien wasn't usually this impolite, he was curious as to what this favor was. "Hello to you too, fox boy"
Feyre smacked his shoulder, "What is it, Lucien?"
Despite being the one who approached them, Lucien seemed hesitant about whatever he had to say. He ran his fingers through hair before sighing. "There's been an...incident in Spring."
They all stiffened expecting the worst. Whatever buzz they'd had, left them immediately.
"What kind of incident, Lucien?" Rhys asked, High lord mask back in place. What had Tamlin gotten himself into now?
Lucien glanced back towards the entrance before looking back at them. "Tamlin...He..He was practicing different shifts trying to get used to his power again and...He got stuck."
"Stuck?" Feyre asked, confused "Stuck how?"
"Stuck in the body he last shifted to. He doesn't know how or why he can't get back to his male self so he's stuck."
"Please tell me he turned himself into a rat," Cassian pleaded, chuckling. He grinned wider when Nesta snorted and Mor threw her head back and laughed.
Rhys looked contemplative while Feyre asked "What is this favor?"
"I need you to leave him alone and not laugh or bother him about it when he gets here. He's already embarrassed enough about it and I think it might set him off and he's been in a better frame of mind lately."
Feyre opened her mouth to ask why they should care about sparing Tamlin's feelings when Rhys interjected "You said not in his male form....Does that mean he's..."
Before he could finish what he was going to say the entrance doors opened and in walked a tall, beautiful female. She wore a deep emerald green off the shoulder dress that clung to her curves, flowing out towards the bottom. Her blonde hair was down but clipped back at the sides with small flowers.
The crowd immediately became quiet as she walked in. She glanced up and blushed as she noticed people staring at her. She quickly searched the room before her gaze landed on Lucien. She looked relieved until she saw who he was standing with. She frowned before gazing around the room and walking towards Helion instead.
Lucien turned back to the Night court and saw them all in various states of shock. At least they weren't laughing.
"Who's the hot blonde?" Cassian blurted out, making Nesta turn her glare on him. He shrugged apologetically "No one is as hot as you Nes."
Feyre gaped, "Is that...."
"Tamlin." Rhys said, matter of fact. 'I'd recognize those tits anywhere' he thought to himself.
Lucien nodded "Yes. He decided to just own it instead of not showing up."
“That's Tamlin?!” Cassian exclaimed while Mor muttered something about a better blonde. “Wow. Perhaps we should invite him to our bed, eh Nes?”
That earned him an elbow to the gut before Nesta stormed off, Cassian following her with apologies.
Joining, hm? Rhys looks over at Feyre who was trying, and failing, not to stare at Tamlin. Perhaps, Cassian is on to something. Feyre has expressed interest in inviting another female to their bed and who better than someone they both already know intimately. He sends a tendril of his daemati power into her head through the bond and whispers in a voice that sounds like her own, pointing her thoughts in a similar direction as his. He sees when it works as she bites her lip while looking at Tamlin before her eyes flick to his.
He raises a brow before turning to Lucien. “You have our word that no one in our court shall bother or laugh at him.”
Lucien bows his head in thanks before excusing himself to go rescue his friend from the High lord of Day and his seemingly wandering hands.
Rhys turns to Feyre and offers her his arm. “Would you like to dance, Darling? I believe we have something to discuss.”
With that, he led her on to the floor and let her talk him into his own plan.
Tamlin was drunk. Well, on the way there at least. He spent the evening fielding the unwanted flirtation and grabby hands of the host, the uncomfortable and rude questions of the Autumn Court and the wide eyed gazes of the Summer court who were trying to be professional but failing. He thought he saw Cresseida drool while staring at him but he couldn't be certain. Right now, all he knew was he was sick of the stares and coming here was a mistake. He found himself alone in a private garden just staring at the sky. He's been here long enough and can probably leave now, he thinks as he stands up to leave.
"Leaving so soon?" A familiar voice says behind him, the tone sultry. "You didn't even come over and say hello."
Heaving a sigh, Tamlin turned around to face Rhysand. The other male was dressed in his usual dreary black. The jacket fitted to his body, covering the sheer black button down that was currently unbuttoned down his chest. "I was hoping to avoid you actually. If you'll excuse me.."
He turns to leave and finds Rhys right in front of him. He steps back "What do you want, Rhys?"
Rhys slowly looks him up and down "You look good, dove."
Tamlin blanched "Don't. Don't call me that Rhys."
"Why not?" Rhys asked tilting his head, smirking "That's what I called you before when you were in this form. Remember the fun we had? Our little experiments."
Flushing, Tamlin tried but failed to not think about their past. When they were young males and were testing out if Tamlin could feel pleasure in other forms. They were drunk when they decided to test it and they never actually tested any other form since Rhys liked this one so much. He had started to call Tamlin "his dove" while they were together in that way to separate 'her' from his friend. "We aren't experimenting anymore, Rhysand."
"Come now, Tamlin. Just hear me out. We have a proposition for you."
"We?" Tamlin asked, curiously.
"Rhys and I," another voice said beside him.
Stiffening, Tamlin looked over to see Feyre walking up and standing beside Rhys. She glanced up at her mate and smiled before looking at Tamlin. “Hello, Tamlin.”
“Feyre.” He looked at Rhys. “What is this proposition?”
“Well, you see..My mate and I have been recently discussing spicing up our love life by inviting a third into our bed for one night. A female to be exact. And we both thought who would be a better option than someone we both know very well, intimately. Thus where you come in.”
Tamlin looked between them, "You…You want to sleep with me? Both of you?"
"Yes." Rhys said matter of factly at the same time Feyre said "Well..."
They both looked at each other and seemed to have a mental conversation before looking back at Tamlin. It was Rhys who continued "My mate does not want to have sex with you, penetratively."
Tamlin glanced down then back up. "I don't...I don't have anything to do that anyways." He looked at Rhys. "And you?"
Rhys shrugged "Whatever you're comfortable with." He looked Tamlin up and down, a glint of hunger in that violet gaze. "There's many things I would like to do to you tonight."
Knowing exactly what Rhys was insinuating, Tamlin looked at Feyre, "You expect me to believe that you'd be okay if your mate fucked me? In front of you?"
Feyre nodded but Tamlin didn't miss how her eyes flicked to Rhys for a moment. "Yes. I trust my mate. Besides” She says with a scoff, “it's not as if he's going to leave me for you."
Tamlin hummed "I wouldn't be too sure considering we haven't been together that way in hundreds of years and he's still thinking of what it was like to be inside me, to taste me on his lips."
Feyre frowned "He didn't say that..."
"He didn't have to. I can see it in his eyes. Your mate can hide many things, and does, but lust is not one of them."
"If you have a point to this Tamlin, can we get to it?" Rhys interrupted. "It's a simple yes or no question."
Looking between them, at Feyre's dismissive face that barely concealed her intrigue and lust and at Rhys with his want and desire written clearly on his face, though he tries to hide it with his usual smirk. "No."
Feyre sighed and turned to leave but Rhys...Rhys froze. The look of disappointment on his face was poignant. It seems obvious whose idea this really was, though he had no doubt used his manipulative ways to make Feyre think it was her idea. And maybe it was.
Tamlin didn't care as he crossed his arms, waiting for Rhys to try to convince him. He wasn't disappointed (well, maybe a little) when Rhys put on his mask of arrogance and shrugged "Suit yourself, Dove."
Wanting to get the last word, Tamlin stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in Rhys' ear "Greenhouse."
He stepped back and smirked as Rhys' eyes glazed over as that word reminded him of the one time they had snuck into the greenhouse in Spring and Tamlin had shifted into his female form for him. They spent the entire night tasting each other and rolling around the flowers. That was the first night they had crossed a line in their experiments and Tamlin had taken him into his mouth before Rhys fucked him in multiple positions. So much that even in his regular male form, he felt the ache of him inside.
Rhys stuttered as he reached out and grabbed Tamlin's arm "I-if you change your mind. We are on the left wing." He recovered from his desperate outburst and removed his hand from Tamlin, picking some invisible lint from his jacket. With a smirk, he says "We'll leave a flower on the doorknob."
With one last long look up and down Tamlin's body and a wink, Rhys turned around and walked away with Feyre, linking arms as they walked back to the party.
Tamlin doesn't know why he's doing this. He sways on his feet as he stares at the door with the daisy tied around the knob, contemplating whether he is going to knock or walk away. He said no, they (mostly) accepted it. He should just winnow home. That's what he should have done instead of returning to the party and drinking too much for this female form to handle.
He turns to leave when he hears the door open and a silky midnight voice say "I knew you would come, my dove."
Sighing, he turns back to the door to see Rhys leaning up against the door. He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off his toned arms. Tamlin hated to admit it but he looked very sexy.
“I shouldn't have.”
“And yet you did. Would you like to come in? We've been waiting for you.”
Tamlin stares at him for a moment, before looking down the hall and back at him. He could walk away now, he doesn't think they will stop him but…Perhaps this will bring some closure for all of them. One night with the two people he had loved the most. With a shuttered breath, he nods and Rhys opens the door wider, letting him walk by him into the room.
It looks like the room he had been given except the bed is on the opposite side. It's huge, with a canopy top and dark blue sheets. Candles are lit all over the room like they had set it up to be romantic. He turned his head and found Feyre sitting patiently on a chair in the corner.
“I'm assuming you have changed your mind?” She asks, nodding when Tamlin says yes. “Okay, then I think we should have some ground rules.”
Tamlin nods and Rhys walks over and sits on the arm of the chair “Of course, Darling. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, as pointed out he doesn't have anything to put inside me, I don't have to worry about that.”
Tamlin snorted. “I didn't realize you thought I would ever do something without consent. It's not usually my thing.” His eyes shoot to Rhys at that.
Rhys just raised his brow. “I don't believe that's what she was implying. I think if this is going to happen we should all agree to forget about our past, at least for tonight. Agreed?”
Feyre agreed and Tamlin crossed his arms before nodding. “Good. Anything else, love?”
‘I don't want you to fuck him.” Feyre says and Rhys freezes, disappointment falling off of him in waves but he nods.
“Of course, Darling. Anything else?”
“I also don't want to kiss him. That's all.”
Rhys nodded, looking at Tamlin. “What about you?”
Shrugging, Tamlin says “I also don't want you inside me so we are in agreement.”
“Right. I'm open to anything so if we are all in agreement, shall we get started?”
Rhys kisses Feyre before getting up and walking behind Tamlin, running a hand down his curves, gripping his hips and pulling him back into him. He brought a hand up to move his hair aside before trailing a finger up his back where the strings held his dress together, making the blonde shiver.
"Rhys" he whispered, tilting his head to give him more room. He bit back a sigh when he started peppering kisses along the side of his throat. Tamlin held his breath as he felt Rhys start undoing the ties of the dress. Glancing over at Feyre who was now standing by the bed watching them intently, her lip bitten between her teeth. She didn't look upset or jealous, she looked...turned on by her mate undressing her ex. The smell of her arousal grew stronger when Rhys finally undid the strings and Tamlin's dress fell to his ankles, revealing his scantily clothed body.
"Cauldron, Tam." Rhys murmured as he looked down at his practically bare ass. "You really decided to dress the part, didn't you"
Rhys felt his cock grow harder as he turned Tamlin around and took in the sheer bra covering those ample breasts. He could see his nipples through the fabric and he reached out to cup one of them. His breast felt heavy and fit in his palm perfectly. Perfect like the hitch of breath and sigh that came out as his thumb circled the hardening nub. He continued to look down his body to the garter belt around his waist which were attached to sheer white tights starting at his thigh. The barely there panty barely covered his cunt and didn't cover his plump ass at all. His ass was round and firm in both forms and it made Rhys cock swell even more just looking at it.
He moved his other hand to hold his other breast, pinching his nipples making him let out a soft moan "Feyre darling," He said distractingly as he continued to fondle Tamlin's breasts "Would you mind if I had a taste first?"
Feyre had already taken off her dress and was laying on the bed in her equally scandalous lingerie "Not at all. Tamlin, come remind me what that tongue can do while Rhys has a taste."
Rhys lets go of Tamlin's breasts and turns him around, swatting one of his cheeks.
Tamlin growled, whether at the sight of Feyre or the smack to his ass, they didn't know. He nodded quickly and walked towards the bed. He crawled on top and was almost leaning over Feyre when he stopped and looked towards Rhys. cocking his head questionably "Where do you want me?"
He smirked when he asked, loving submissive Tamlin "Move back to the edge of the bed, Tam. On all fours. Darling, shuffle down please"
They both nodded and got in position. Once there, Tamlin ran his hands up Feyre's leg until he reached where her panties met her thigh, pushing apart her legs before hooking his thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulling them down, revealing her already wet core. He glanced behind him at Rhys before lowering his head.
When Feyre started moaning at whatever magic Tamlin was working with his tongue, Rhys reached out and ran his hands up Tamlin's ass that was sticking up in the air. He traced the line of his panties before he hooked a thumb on each side and pulled them down to where his knees were bent. Running his hands up his thighs, still toned even in his female form, he gripped them for a second, picturing what it would be like to spread him open wide as he fucked him. Sliding his hands back up to his ass, he pulled his cheeks apart and took a look. At this angle he could see his tight pucker and glistening pussy. He ran a thumb over his hole and felt it when he jerked and made a gasping noise into Feyre's wet heat. Maybe another time, he thought as he knelt down on the ground, bringing himself eye level with his cunt
Tamlin continued to focus on eating Feyre out, trying not to let the way Rhys was feeling him up distract him. He felt like he was close already, just by being in this position and the anticipation of what was to come. Rhys running a thumb over his asshole wasn't helping. Hands cupped his thighs before he felt Rhys tongue lick up his folds, making him jump and groan onto Feyres' clit that he had been sucking. Her hands came down to tangle in his hair as she cried out at the feeling while Tamlin tried to keep focus even as Rhys expertly worked his tongue.
Cauldron, he forgot how good this felt.
He wiggled his tongue into Feyre's cunt as Rhys swirled his tongue around his clit in a way that made his legs shake. Feyre was crying out and he knew she was close as she held his head to her and ground her cunt into his face. He was also growing closer as Rhys finally wiggled his tongue inside him, fingers coming up to rub against the apex of his thighs.
Feyre finally screams as she reaches her orgasm, fingers still tangled in Tamlin's hair as she rides it out. He continues to lick her through it between moans as Rhys continues to lick and suck and devour him so completely that he was almost at the edge of release.
In the end it only took Rhys other hand to slide up to his ass, fingers coming up to rub lightly over his asshole that had Tamlin pulling away from Feyre's oversensitive pussy to cry out as he came on Rhys’ tongue. He was shaking as Rhys kept licking him until it was too much and he was begging him to stop. Finally with one last sucking kiss to his clit, Rhys pulled back and Tamlin rolled over so he was on his back on the bed, legs hanging off the end.
'What a perfect view' Rhys thought as he stood up and looked at Feyre whose legs were still spread open and Tamlin who had rolled over after Rhys had moved away, now panting as they came down. He reached down and started rubbing his cock through his pants as he looked over them, his eyes catching on Tamlin's lips, still shining with Feyre's juices.
He felt a gentle knock at his mind and looked towards his mate who was looking at him knowingly. 'Yes, darling?'
'You look like you want to kiss him.'
'I can't deny that, my love.'
'Then do it. I want to see it.'
Rhys searched her eyes and then smiled, looking down at Tamlin who had sat up. He walked closer to him and tilted his head up.
Tamlin blinked up at him with his big green eyes and Rhys couldn't help but stare. He reached up and cupped his cheek, running his thumb across his mouth which was even more plump in this form than usual. The other male let him pull his bottom lip down slightly before he opened his mouth and took in his thumb. Rhys cursed before he pulled his thumb out and leaned down. Tamlin's eyes widened but he didn't stop him from tilting his head and kissing him. After a moment his eyes fluttered closed and he returned the kiss. He slid his tongue along the seam of his lips and as their tongues twisted together, Rhys let his hand slide into his blonde locks, holding him close. Tamlin's hands come up to slide up his arms as the kiss deepens.
"It's my turn to taste" Feyre whined, interrupting their kiss before it could get too far.
Rhys pulled away, feeling as dazed as Tamlin looked right now. He looked at his mate and nodded "Of course, Darling."
Feyre licked her lips and sat up on her knees "Tamlin come lay here. No, closer to the side." She instructed as Tamlin followed what she was saying. "Rhys, do you want his mouth?"
Rhys groaned at the thought "Cauldron, Yes." He moved to stand at the side of the bed Tamlin was laying on. He reached down and ran his fingers through his hair "Is that okay, dove?"
Tamlin bit his lip, looking down towards the bulge in Rhys pants and back up, nodding "Yes."
Rhys leaned down and kissed him, swallowing the gasp he let out as Feyre must have started licking him down there. He pulled back to confirm that yes, Feyre had opened Tamlin's thighs and was tentatively licking him.
It must have felt good cause Tamlin sighed blissfully before turning his head back to Rhys. He reached out a hand to slowly slide up his stomach to his chest before starting to unbutton his shirt. Rhys shrugged out of the shirt before he started undoing his pants, growling in want as Tamlin's fingers caressed his chest and abs. Pulling his cock out, he gave himself a couple strokes before he placed it at Tamlin's lips. He rubbed it across them, leaving a slide of precum before Tamlin opened his mouth and took in the head, swirling around the tip with his tongue.
"Fuck" Rhys said and moved his hand to cradle the back of Tamlin head before pushing his cock into his mouth deeper. He watched his eyes flutter shut as he moved farther in. Tamlin's hot mouth felt amazing and he seemed to remember how he liked it as he swirled his tongue around his shaft.
Rhys didn't think he was going to last long as the sounds of Feyre feasting on Tamlins cunt and the latter taking his cock in his mouth filled the room. Feyre must have picked it up real quick with the way Tamlin was moaning around him while Rhys could see his thighs shake in pleasure. Of course, Tamlin had also always enjoyed having Rhys cock in his mouth so the moans could be because of either or both of them. Twisting his fingers harder in Tamlin's hair, Rhys pulls him back before thrusting into his mouth making him gag for a second. Tamlin's eyes shine as he looks up at him and a quick nod of his head tells Rhys he can continue. They keep going like this, Rhys fucking his mouth while Feyre licks and sucks at his cunt. The way Tamlin was crying out around his cock, he knew he was close. Tears dripped down his face as he chased a second orgasm while choking on his length. He smoothed his hair back from his face "You're doing so good. Look at you, you're so close aren't you?"
Green eyes looked up at him and he cursed as he worked magic with his tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock.
"Cauldron, Tam. You're driving me crazy." He reaches out and cups one of his breasts, circling a nipple with his thumb. He sees his stomach clench with pleasure "Let go, Tam. Give my mate a prize for doing so good."
Tamlin swallowed around his cock making Rhys groan and thrust harder. Gods, he was beautiful and so good, so damn good.
They were looking into each other's eyes when they came at the same time, Rhys deep in Tamlin's throat and Tamlin clenching around Feyre's tongue. Rhys groaned as Tamlin moaned around his cock, hips jerking from Feyre's continuous licking.
Rhys pulled his cock out of Tamlin's mouth, watching a line of spit and semen connect them. He goes to snap his fingers to clean off but Tamlin sits up on his elbows.
"Wait..." He leans forward and licks up all traces of cum and spit off his still half hard member. He looks up at him with satisfied green eyes as he licks his lips.
"Gods, you're so good my dove." Rhys says as he leans down to capture his lips.
Five minutes later, Tamlin sat on the side of the bed watching as Feyre straddled Rhys and sank down. He thought he would feel upset or jealous but he doesn't feel anything. Well, he feels incredibly horny even though he just came twice but no negative feelings at all. He was watching the look of bliss on Feyre's face when he felt Rhys hand slide up his leg. He looked down to find him looking at him, hungrily.
"Come here, Tam. Come sit on my face. I want another taste."
Tamlin shook his head "I cant...It's too much"
Rhys smirked "I won't touch your pussy unless you ask. Just come here"
Confused, Tamlin scooched closer "You won't touch my…Then why do you want....Oh" He said as he caught the mischievous look in Rhys eyes and felt his hand slide around to grab his ass. He bites his lip "No one's ever..."
"Let me be the first. Like I was the first to taste your pretty pussy. It will feel good, I promise."
Tamlin hesitated for a second before making a decision and moved to straddle Rhys face, facing Feyre. He bit his lip when Rhys reached up and grabbed both cheeks, squeezing before moving them apart.
Rhys groaned as he saw that tight bud. Between his mate bouncing on his cock, the sight of that tight bud and the smell of Tamlin's arousal, he knew he wasn't going to last long. He moved his hands to Tamlin's waist, pulling him down until his ass was close enough for him to point his tongue and lick around his hole, slowly.
Tamlin shuddered a breath at the first touch of Rhys tongue on his hole. They had never done this when they were experimenting when they were younger. But Tamlin couldn't deny the feeling of Rhys licking around it felt good. Really good. He cried out when after a few minutes of licking and sucking, he wiggled his tongue into his ass "Oh gods, yes"
Smirking, Rhys squeezed where his hands had moved to grip his thighs and pushed him down more as he pushed his tongue in as far as it could go.
"Rhys!" Tamlin cried out, throwing his head back "Oh cauldron that feels so..so full."
Feyre, eyes half lidded, watched Tamlin's face shift as he received pleasure from Rhys tongue. Tamlin in his real form was attractive but as a female, he was breathtaking. Heavy breasts heaved as his pleasure was building and Feyre couldn't resist leaning forward and wrapping her mouth around a hardened nipple. She hummed when she felt fingers twist in her hair, loosely, not holding her there. She leaned back and appreciated the sheen of her saliva on Tamlin's breast. She quickly moved to do the same thing to the other breast, using her hand to fondle the one she left. She mentally tapped on Rhys' walls and he let her in. She knew he got the image she sent him of Tamlin's glistening tips when he thrust up in surprise and moaned against Tamlin's hole which made the blonde groan.
Feyre smirked as she felt Rhys hand slide up to grab the other breast. She leaned back and continued to ride her mate. She wasn't going to last much longer between the feeling of him inside her and the view of Tamlin getting his ass eaten out.
Tamlin was lost in pleasure as Rhys worked his tongue expertly into him, his hands gripping him hard. He didn't think it was possible but between Rhys mouth, Feyre sucking on his tits and the view of the latter being fucked in front of him, Tamlin was getting close to a third orgasm. Watching Rhys’ cock disappear inside Feyre, he felt a tinge of jealousy and shame as he realized it wasn't towards Rhys. Looking at Feyre he reached a hand toward where they were connected. “Can I?”
She bit her lip and nodded as she continued her rhythm. Tamlin let his fingers slide down the base of Rhys cock, feeling where Feyre opened around him as he let his thumb circle the point at the apex of her thighs, making both of them moan. He continued his ministrations as he pushed back on Rhys’ tongue.
He pushed harder on Feyre's nub as he noticed her legs shaking and knew she was getting close. His other hand rested on Rhys’ abs as he dragged his finger back and forth at the base of his cock.
A hand slid from his thighs to rub at his clit and he sat back to give Rhys more room as he rode his face. He was so close. He grabbed Rhys’ other hand that had slid back to his breast and tangled their fingers together.
With one more pinch of his clit and thrust of Rhys’ tongue, Tamlin came for the third time, crying out for Rhys as his pussy clenched around nothing. He gasped when Rhys grabbed his hips and pulled him back so he could lick the juices from his cunt. His eyes started tearing up at the overstimulation. “Cauldron, Rhys! It's too much. Gods…”
He watched through tear filled eyes as Rhys’ hips bucked and Feyre threw her head back in a moan as they both came at the same time, Rhys moan sending jolts of pleasure through Tamlin's overused pussy.
Feyre climbed off of Rhys before laying down beside them, panting. Tamlin knelt up on shaky legs and fell to the other side of Rhys. They all laid there, catching their breath before Feyre sat up and looked at them.
“Well, that was fun. I'm going to go wash up.” She looked at Rhys. “Join me?”
He nodded and accepted her kiss before she slid out of bed and went to the adjoining bathing room.
Rhys waited a moment before rolling on top of Tamlin, connecting their lips. Their kiss deepened as he pulled Tamlin's legs around his waist, groaning at the feeling of his fingers trailing his back.
A bright glow of light and the body underneath him changed. Bigger, longer, more muscle and he pulled back to see Tamlin back in his male form, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“I-Im sorry! I don't know how I switched back. It wasn't conscious. I-”
Rhys cut him off with a kiss before pulling away, “How are you beautiful in every form, Tam?”
Tamlin stared up at him in shock at the words. “Rhys, I…I should go.”
“What? You can stay here with us.” Rhys insisted, though he did get off when Tamlin pushed his shoulders. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed as Tamlin gathered his dress and his lingerie. When it looked like he was going to winnow, Rhys shot up and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. “Can we see you again? Like this?”
Tamlin shook his head, holding the clothes in front of him like a shield. “That's not a good idea, Rhys. I-Im not going to shift for a while. Until I can figure out why I couldn't control it.”
“You don't have to shift. You're perfect as you are.”
“Stop. This was just a one time thing. One last experiment. It would be best for all of us to just forget it. Let me go, Rhys.”
Rhys didn't know if he meant physically or metaphorically but he knew now that he'd had another taste, that one of them was going to be easier. “Let me kiss you, one last time then.”
Tamlin hesitated, eyes flicking down to his lips before nodding. He let Rhys tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pull him into a kiss. When they parted, they laid their foreheads together for a moment before a whoosh and Rhys was standing alone in the room, the haunting brush of lips still on his.