"Hey Evan, mind finishing up closing up here? I've got uh...things to do in the back."

"Um...yeah, okay Dad." He knew that was a lie-- well, not technically, but Evan knew that his father wasn't going to take care of 'things'. He was only going to take care of one thing, and in one particular way.

The young spotted hyena begrudgingly looked down at the floor as he moved the brush left and right, jealousy and resentment brewing in his gut when he heard the telltale noise of another voice, lighter and younger than his father's own, responding to Elliott's calls that reverberated around the back of the building, in the private areas of the store. Evan's face soured at their laughter. It was childish, but he hated Remy.

It had been about 4 months since Evan had done the unthinkable with his father, since he had explored pubescent, horny thoughts whilst his father slept, only to bite off far more than he could chew when he'd awoken halfway through. In the month that had followed, Elliott had relished and partaken in the joys of what he called 'cub sex', and Evan had been a reluctant, but still mostly willing participant every time-- when he thought back on those moments, Evan got phantom pains in his behind. However, things had changed shortly after that; it was hard to tell what the reason was, but Elliott had started losing interest in his son sexually, and a week or so later took in an orphan Dragon boy who'd come to the village with a trading caravan one fateful day. Elliott seemed to have initially taken him in because no one else could look after that...that's how it looked on the surface, but Evan knew, behind closed doors, that he'd taken in the Dragon because he wanted to fuck him, in the way he had once done for him. It was then that Evan understood he wasn't enough for his dad, and had to listen to their moans every other night since, and sometimes during the day, too. But what neither of them had anticipated was Remy's experience, and eagerness.

On that particular day, as Evan swept the main shop floor, Elliott sauntered into the back, scratching at his stomach and sweeping the cheerful Remy up into his arms as he carried him past the storage room towards the more private areas, talking to him as they entered the kitchen.

"When's dinner, Dad?" The red dragon had picked up the word easily, and he sat on the edge of the wooden kitchen counter as Elliott placed him down, turning towards the larder.

"In a bit, kid. Your pop's gotta get a snack first, it's been a long day." Elliott stepped into the cool room and unwrapped some jerky that was sitting in a cloth, taking a bite out of it as he stepped back out into the main kitchen area, taking in the sight of the Dragon. When he wasn't outside or doing stuff at the front of the store, he was often running around the house naked, mostly on account of the lack of external genitalia, with nothing but a narrow slit between his boyish legs. In that moment, Elliott takes in the sight of him, and with a grunt scarfs down the remainder of the jerky before he turns and steps forward.

"But I'm hungry now." Remy argued with a coy grin as the hyena approached, and with rough hands he grabbed and spread the boy's legs, moving his hands up them and cupping around the red-scaled behind, tugging him towards the edge of the counter. He wordlessly brought a hand around and jammed his fingers down between the boy's legs, and Remy quivered in his seat, keeping up that smile as two furred digits circled, spread, and abruptly shoved into his slit, pushing deeper. Such an orifice was loose thanks to Elliott's regular activities, and with two digits in, he easily flexed and spread them, hearing and feeling the squish of natural lubrication from inside.

"When you're a man, you might have to go days without eating. You need to work up an appetite," Elliott grunted, tugging his fingers out after a few moments before bringing his hand up, and Remy opened his mouth dutifully so that he could taste them. The spotted hyena relished and watched the way the dragon's tongue danced around his fingers, worming between them and coating the fur in spit. Elliott let him taste them for a few moments longer before he brought them back, whilst at the same time his other hand reached down to his front, pushing the apron he normally had on when manning the front of the store aside. He grasped at the string holding his cloth pants up, tugged, and then yanked them down, letting his member swing free, unhindered. He'd gotten used to not wearing underwear whilst working, mostly because of 'breaks' like this. The piercing on the end of his cock glinted in the light as he peeled back the foreskin to show off the black tip, hovering it mere inches from Remy's awaiting, tender-looking slit.

"But you're a good little slut, aren't you?" Elliott remarked with a lecherous grin. "You know you've got to work before you can eat."

"Yes, Dad." The reptile sounded sullen in his remark, but his eyes twinkled with mischief, and his body language was lax. Elliott huffed his approval and shuffled a bit further forwards, pushing his hips out until the thick, black tip of his humanoid-shaped cock smeared against that tiny, taut entrance, rubbing up and down dangerously, though it wouldn't be the first or last time he'd plunge into such a tight hole. Remy wriggled and brought himself obediently closer, keeping his legs spread as his slit kissed with the end of that cock and began to snugly stretch, already willingly trying to accommodate his new father's cock.

A groan came from the hyena's muzzle as he sank forward, his eyes sparkling with delight and his hands greedily reaching out to grasp the cub's body as he started to enter him, his member sinking deeper and deeper with each passing moment. At first, it was only an inch or two, enough to snugly clench around the head of his cock, to make his member twitch and throb, but a couple more thrusts were all it took for him to get to the halfway mark. He rolled his head back and let out a long, tender sigh in satisfaction, his hands roughly massaging Remy's hips, before he tucked his fingers under the boy's legs and spread them wide as he slid back, holding him tight. He plowed forward, eliciting a gasp of approval from the reptile's maw, and the boy's toes curled tightly as his body tensed up, innards squeezing and milking every invading inch. Elliott lapsed into eager thrusts, recklessly pumping his hips, and pre-cum readily smeared around his cock, combining with Remy's own natural fluids to facilitate his pistoning pounds. Somewhere deep inside the boy, the twitching mass of his own dick rubbed pleasurably against Elliot's plunging cock, spurred by each sensitive touch, but every thrust of that larger dick kept him inside, his entrance plugged by his dad's member.

Remy was not the type of boy to keep quiet, not when he had such an attentive 'father' to sate his every need, and him in kind. He swung his head back and planted his hands on the wooden counter, letting out a cry of pleasure as Elliot's hips quickened, the sounds of their sex, slick and wet, mixing with the differently-pitched grunts, gasps and pants. Elliott snarled every so often, part of him driven by that animalistic side of him, whilst the rest of it remained in the realms of heavy grunts and occasional deep, approving groans. He loved the way in which Remy squeaked and gasped with every other thrust of his cock-- it stroked his ego, reminded him how thick and ample his cock was. His masculinity was inflated by the boy's approval and pleasure, and that, in turn, drowned out any notions of how wrong the entire situation was; in his eyes, cubs had become more than something he had to nurture...they were something that was his, to do with as he liked. And with no wife or husband in the picture...such thoughts were obvious.

"Oooh fuck, that's it, take it all." Elliott muttered darkly as he pushed, finding resistance in the kid's innards, but Remy loosened up obediently as the older male pressed with a degree of urgency, and a sigh of relief came from the hyena when his cock sank in further, to the hilt. He rolled his hips against Remy's tender red scales and relished the noises of squelching and suctioning sucks as he moved around, knowing that the cub was gripping to him like a vice. When he dragged back, he shuddered with the sensation of how much of that flesh gasped to every vein and inch of skin on his cock, and what made it all the more better was Remy's purposed little grunts and sighs of pleasure, his body rigid from the effort of taking his cock, yet there wasn't a single complaint.

The hyena picked up speed rather quickly, moving at a moderate-paced rhythm, pumping and pounding with reckless abandon as he felt himself nearing an eager release. There was no greater pleasure in his life, at least recently, than busting a nut in a tight little cub-- his own son had opened the door for him in that regard, and it wouldn't be wrong to say he was addicted to it now. His hips jerked as he shoved faster and harder, feeling himself nearing a release, a tightness forming in him that swelled and grew as he plunged his hips. He lolled his tongue from his mouth, huffing through his open muzzle, ears twisting to the whimpers of the whelp in front of him. He tugged the boy close and wrapped his arms around him, cupping one arm around the small of his back whilst the other hovered between his shoulder blades. His thrusts shifted to short shallow pumps as he had that cub milk his twitching cock, his length plunged deep. A shudder rolled through him as he rolled his hips and kneaded himself deep, before his body relaxed. Both of them knew what that meant.

A growl escaped him as his member throbbed powerfully in that tight crevice, and with a groan of satisfaction he climaxed. Thick pumps and spurts shot into the boy's slit as Remy curled around the hyena, cuddling into him, huffing quietly against his neck. Each twitch and pulse of that adult length rubbed up against his own stuck inside, and though it stimulated him, he didn't cum-- instead, he simply relished the feeling of being filled as that cock protruded and pushed against his stomach, making the bulge twitch with each throb. Cum readily oozed around the hyena's length with each heavy throb, and the occasional humps and rolling thrusts he did to coax out the remainder of his nut made it smear around more, until it trickled out, albeit only a little. He hovered there for a few moments, legs spread wide and balls jiggling and tucking up to his taint as he strained his muscles and clenched to squeeze out the remnants of his climax before he tugged back, signalling his withdrawal with a tired sigh. The cock nosily slipped out of that slit with a quiet pop, and Remy's entrance immediately clamped down, closing up to hold it all in as much as he could.

"Good boy," Elliott huffed, wiping his forehead before leaning in to plant a kiss on the boy's forehead, in a very uncharacteristic way, before bowing to grab his pants. "I'll get dinner made up after we hit the baths."

"Okay, daddy." Remy giggled, kicking his legs boyishly and squirming happily on the countertop, and he stayed there for a while before inevitably slipping off, landing on his feet. He wandered out of the room and towards the back of the house in the nude, humming with innocent happiness as he held all that cum inside, keeping a hold of it for as long as possible.

Down the narrow hallway of the house, Evan stood by the entrance, behind the counter, with broom in hand. His face was sour-- how could he not be annoyed, seeing Remy swan around his family home as if he owned the place? Though, it wasn't that he was angry about the new arrival...no, he was jealous. Unfathomably jealous. He had started it all, when he'd seduced his father, bitten off more than he could chew, and then couldn't keep up. If he were older, more mature, he probably would have recognised the signs...but now, all his 10-year-old mind could think of is the abandonment. He wanted to get as much attention from his Dad as Remy did-- no, more, even. Some of that manifested into wanting the dragon whelp gone, but the rest of it turned to himself. What could he do better? For a while he stood there, watching as Remy turned, waved to him, then disappeared into a side room. A minute or so later, his dad came out from the kitchen, and frowned when he saw Evan standing there.

"Whatcha doin', son? Come on, let's get cleaned up. Put that broom away." He demanded, and Evan placed the broom to the side as Remy stepped out from where he was moments ago, now dressed in some of Evan's old clothes. The hyena boy straightened out his expression as he turned, and rounded the counter, with his dad and the new boy in tow.

The bath was uneventful. Once upon a time, this had been Evan's place of sexual awakening, one he'd relished and thought back on multiple times, but with his annoyed state, his grumpy attitude and his quieter demeanour than usual, he didn't have much interest in looking and gawking at the naked bodies of the men around him. Elliott acted as he normally did, striking up a conversation with some of the other guys who lived in the village and ran other businesses or did other jobs-- Evan had met a few on occasion, but didn't really take the time to get to know them beyond a surface level-- and many of them had already been introduced to Remy, who had been living with them for a little bit now. The three of them headed to the baths and Evan bathed in silence as Remy made the effort to get himself stuck into Elliott's conversations with some of the other people bathing. His friendly attitude allowed him to connect with people a lot easier than the typically shy, now generally quiet Evan could never.

They returned home in due time, though they lingered longer than necessary due to Elliott's need to have a full, healthy conversation with someone-- he never did anything in halves, and rarely did things in a rush, especially on his own time. When they returned home, he did exactly as he planned, and began to cook food for the three of them. During that time, per his own gruff request, neither Evan nor Remy were allowed in the kitchen. Evan knew this rule already, and his dad had employed it since he was a pup, and Remy was, by now, used to it as well. If anything, it provided Evan with a prime opportunity.

"Remy..." Evan began awkwardly, watching initially as the dragon whelp went into the side room, a place that had originally been used as a guest room, but was now made up to be something entirely his. Evan lingered by the door and watched as the dragon unceremoniously dropped his pants and pulled himself out of his shirt, getting it briefly tangled in his small wings before tossing it to the side. He turned and grinned over at the hyena, a twinkle in his eye. Evan couldn't decide if he was doing it to show off or if he was just being friendly.

"What's up?" The younger boy's tone was warm and inviting, and Evan found himself momentarily doubting his plans, before he steeled himself to them.

"You've kinda...been taking up a lot of dad's time recently," Evan hushed his voice a little so that Elliott couldn't hear him from the kitchen, and he stepped a bit further into the room as he spoke. "I, uh...it makes me sad. T-That you can satisfy my dad in ways I can't."

"Oh..." Remy, for once, actually looked a little concerned, and he awkwardly shifted on the spot. "I'm sorry."

"No, no..." Evan started feeling even worse, and feared that this might come back to bite him, so he quickly swept it under the rug. "It's not that. It's just...you're really good at making my dad happy, and before you came along, I don't think I was. I was wondering if you could...uh, teach me? You know, how you do it?"

Remy blinked at him for a moment, Evan's question taking him by surprise, but the boy slowly started to grin, that twinkle in his eye somehow becoming more intense. It was clear he had a plan, or rather, he had thoughts running through his mind, but Evan was oblivious to them-- to him, he simply took that smile as a potential gesture of consent. Thankfully, Remy confirmed it for him.

"Okay," The dragon hopped on the spot, stepping closer for a moment. "I'll teach you. But it's kinda hard to teach you without Dad helping us...so it'll have to wait for later, okay?"

"Okay..." Evan couldn't argue with that, really; in fact, he wasn't expecting Remy to be so, well, nice about it. The dragon giggled and quickly put his arms around the hyena a year his senior, and he squeezed for just a moment before he scooted past him and into the hallway. Evan wasn't sure why at first, but it became clear when he heard his father's booming voice; dinner was ready. Remy must have a better nose than him.

The younger hyena entered the kitchen just as Elliott was putting some plates piled with hunks of bread, a little cheese, and collections of fried, heated meats onto wooden plates, whilst Remy was collecting and dishing out rudimentary utensils for them to use. Evan thought it might have been stew that night, but whenever his dad cooked a lot of meat, it often meant he was really hungry. Honestly, Evan was too-- he took his spot at the table quickly and began to eat in silence.

Elliot knew something was amiss; something about the way they were silent around his presence, about the way they exchanged glances. He knew they were up to no good, but he didn’t know exactly what. Part of him was glad to see his kid actually doing something for once; Evan had been so quiet the past few days, making it hard for Elliott to understand what he was thinking or feeling...quite the opposite of Remy, who had stuck to him like glue. The older hyena simply chewed in silence as they ate in kind, his eyes searching for any kind of what they were planning. Because of their lack of conversation, dinner was finished with remarkably quickly-- it helped that Elliot was hungry, too. He was the first to rise and place his plate over by the basin that was used to wash their utensils and the like.

“When you boys are done, get ready for bed.” He told them, and neither of them disobeyed that order. They finished shortly after him, Remy before Evan, and both of them adjourned out of the room and into the hallway. Elliott could hear them talking, albeit too quietly to make anything out, and figured they were finally getting along, even if something was being planned. Unbeknownst to the older hyena, he’d find out later that night exactly what they were up to.

The night drew on, and it was only a matter of time before the young hyena and dragon got into bed. Evan, however, couldn’t sleep; he and Remy had hatched a plan, and both of them were quietly waiting, in their respective rooms, for Elliot to get comfortable in his own bed before they joined him. It reminded Evan a lot of their first time together, when he had climbed up into his dad’s bed unannounced whilst he slept...just thinking about what had transpired that night tickled him with fear as well as excited him, making his loins tingle. It made him restless as he laid in bed, waiting for Remy’s signal...thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. After what felt like a handful of hours, maybe less, Evan heard a scuffle at the door. He looked over in the door and saw Remy poking his head through the narrow gap he’d made. The younger boy gestured, and Evan slipped out of bed, tiptoeing across the room to join him out in the hall.

From there, they could hear Elliott’s snoring. The two of them exchanged a glance, but neither of them needed to say anything as they approached the room, hovering just outside the door. In previous cases, Evan would have lingered and then eventually gone inside and done things whilst Elliott was asleep, but Remy seemed to have a different idea; he knocked on the door and then poked his head in, making a noise, and Evan stiffened as he heard his father’s snoring hiccup, replaced by a grunt.

“Dad...?”

“Ugh...what is it, kid?”

“I had a nightmare. Can I come sleep with you?” A short silence followed and Evan wondered how many times Remy had done this. He could recall a few nights hearing them having sex, but he never caught the build-up. A noise came from within the room, a short and snappy chuckle, before Evan’s rounded ears twisted to the sound of his father shifting in the bed, the wooden frame creaking.

“Come on, then.”

Remy slipped into the room, and Evan quickly followed, the two boys shuffling across the room. Elliott didn’t seem to notice Evan at first, not until the boy started to climb up onto the bed whilst the dragon did the opposite, albeit on the other side. The older hyena shifted for a moment in the bed and turned, initially toward Remy, before he recognised the mass behind him and turned again, flopping onto his back. He let out a rumble that sounded like he was annoyed, but an arm went around each boy regardless.

“What’s this about?” His tone sounded perturbed, but his hands were groping, regardless-- he had an indication of what they wanted, and Evan was apprehensive to do anything more than just cuddle where, whilst Remy was already stroking at his new father’s chest, brushing down his muscle-gut stomach towards his crotch. Elliot arched his back slightly when Remy’s fingers hovered mere inches above his pelvis.

“Evan wants to learn how to properly please you, Daddy.” Remy said it unabashedly, causing the older boy to squirm. “So I’m going to teach him.”

“Is that right...?” Elliott turned his head in the dark, his touch affirming on Evan’s back, and he snuck it down the younger hyena’s body, licking his lips as his thicker digits brushed along the waistband of the underwear that Evan regularly wore to bed, or had at least recently. He plucked at it, deliberately clearing the cloth away from the hyena’s slender boyish frame, and Evan instinctively rubbed up against his father’s side...despite it all, he wanted this, and being groped by his dad turned him on. He pressed his head up against Elliot’s side and took in a deep breath, sinking himself into his general smell, something he found so familiar and safe. That hand snuck under the cloth of his underwear and grabbed at his young ass, squeezing around the flesh as Remy shuffled, crawling up onto Elliot’s naked body, rubbing his own naked down against his belly. Elliott kept one hand to him, wondering exactly how Remy was going to teach his son to be a good little whore.

“So...” Remy began, sliding down Elliot’s body and tapping Evan as he went, encouraging the hyena to follow. “Let’s start here. Daddy really likes it...right Daddy?”

“Well, uh...” Elliott looked nervous, for once, and Remy giggled openly as Evan slid from the bed and moved to the foot of it, watching as Remy turned around and put his hands on the older hyena’s ankles, holding his legs down a bit-- though, it didn’t really do much, considering how much strong Elliott was than the boy. It did, however, draw clear attention to his dad’s paws, four-toed with plump pads on each tow and on the sole, though only at the time. Evan glanced up at Remy, and the red dragon looked at him with a wide, unassuming grin. He nodded his head in a gesture, encouraging him, and Evan stepped forward.

“You gotta be eager for daddy...he likes it when you’re eager.” Remy insisted, clearly speaking from experience, and Evan hesitated as he cast his eyes down in the dark light, really only able to make out the silhouette of his father’s paws, before he reached out a tentative hand. His fingers brushed with the underside of one of them and he heard his father splutter, his paw flexing and jerking, and Evan could only guess he made him a little ticklish. He had, however, now found purchase-- he swept his hand around to the top of it, his fingers instinctively wrapping against the muscle, feeling the bone beneath the skin and fur, and he leant forward, more or less knowing where to guide himself.

There was no scent to them, nothing that Evan could place anyway, and with a sigh he brushed his muzzle against the bottom of one of his dad’s paws, his lips feeling the smoothness of a paw pad against his fur. He stuck out his tongue almost on instinct, taking in a shuddering press as he pressed the tip of it to his father’s paw, and he heard Elliott’s groan of satisfaction and intrigue, his powerful toes naturally curling around the top of the boy’s muzzle, pressing down right into his nose. Evan’s nose wiggled left and right, buried deep, and he tightened his grip on the paw as his other hand reached up to grasp the other one, naturally, linking his fingers through and between his dad’s toes, his palm pressing to the main paw pad. He heard his father’s groan again, inflected upwards, caught by surprise, and the fact that he would still impress his dad encouraged Evan to go further.

He snaked his tongue up, dragging it from the base of the paw pad up towards the toes, angling his head to try and catch the curled digits with his tongue, but his father loosened them, lifting them from his muzzle, as if he wanted him to chase them. Evan did just that, lifting his head and dancing his tongue upward, snaking across the toe pad on the second leftmost toe, one of the two larger centre ones, and his tongue even went so far as to reach the claw tip, where it brushed and grazed down against his appendage, the tip rounded enough to not cut his tongue. He angled his head down again, plunging his muzzle atop the toe, and hummed as it slipped against his tongue and into his mouth. Elliott instinctively flexed his toes again, pushing his son’s tongue against his own teeth, and he hummed in approval at such a delicate display of affection and worship, rolling his head back and just letting himself bask in it...his hands, meanwhile, had other ideas. As his son worshipped his paws, Elliott’s hands grabbed onto the whelp’s thighs and tugged him closer, dragging his slender, young frame across his front until Remy’s ass and slit rubbed directly across his obviously half-hard erection. Remy shivered as he was manhandled, but in light of Elliott’s clear intentions, he lifted his hands from the man’s ankles and started to turn himself around.

Evan watched, a pang of jealousy spreading across his gut, as his dad squeezed and massaged the dragon’s hips right in front of him, cupping around that red-scaled ass and spreading his cheeks as Elliott’s cock surged and throbbed, quickly stiffening to full mast as Remy’s behind sat down on his member. Elliot’s cock bounced up, the top of it snugly cradling between Remy’s round cheeks, the head swelling and pulsing with need as Evan felt his father’s toes flex, both on his tongue and around his hand, at his worship-- Evan was too young to realise that Elliott was just having the best of both worlds at that moment. Instead, all Evan could do was think of how best to please his father...and Remy wasn’t particularly helping him, at that moment.

To his surprise, though, the Dragon swung his body back, arching his body until his head hovered above the older hyena’s head, upside-down, so he could watch Evan work. Their gaze met for a moment and Remy stuck out his tongue, before his eyes danced down, technically up to him, to Elliott’s paws.

“Now...” Remy whispered, shuddering as Elliott’s hands ran up his body and gripped around his waist and rips, helping him bend, admiring his boyish form. “Work your way up. I’ve got this part, just do the rest.”

Evan vaguely understood what Remy meant, but he also knew he had to be ‘eager’ about it, something that was difficult considering his conflicting feelings and apprehension. However, what he wanted more than anything else was his father’s affection and attention; that, in turn, led him to push himself out of his comfort zone. He withdrew his mouth, and eventually his hand, and peppered kisses down the side of his father’s paw until he reached his ankle.

He started tracing up his dad’s side, noting the way he stiffened and angled his legs appropriately, moving them to the side and reacting to his tender touch. He kissed here and there up his leg, following with his hands shortly after his mouth as he trailed up to Elliott’s knees, then onward to his thighs. His hands squeezed the fur and flesh and felt the rigid muscles under his digits clench and tighten, and in response Elliott hummed his approval, his cock twitching not that far from Evan’s face, up against Remy’s behind. The younger hyena could only just barely make out the movement of Remy’s body as Elliott lifted him up, and Evan took the opportunity to move further up whilst his father was busy.

“Such attentive boys...” Elliott growled with clear arousal, and Remy wriggled his behind, grinning in the dark as his ass sailed up high enough for his cheeks to slip over the tip of the hyena’s turgid humanoid length, the slick black cock throbbing with hungry need as it pushed easily between those young red cheeks and smeared right up against the boy’s stretched hole. Elliott pressed his hips up and growled with satisfaction and yearning when the tip of his dick threatened to slip right into that boy’s ass, but for a moment he waited, relishing the way the Dragon wriggled, the way he pushed his ass down, wanting it for himself. Remy wasn’t lying when he said the man liked them eager, and Evan was beginning to see that, as his eyes became more adjusted to the dark.

The 10-year-old slid up Elliott’s body, trying to find a comfortable spot next to him, and his dad raised his arm at the very least to give him access to his side, letting him explore as he liked. Evan traced his mouth up to his father’s chest and kissed along the flab of his pec, tongue and teeth brushing to the nipple. He could hear his dad’s quick gasp of approval, followed by a hum as Evan’s muzzle pursed against the perky nub of his flesh, suckling on it like a newborn would to a teat. His tongue rolled around it, tasting every tiny inch of it as his hands curled and flexed against his dad’s body, feeling out his muscles. That eager exploration of his body spurred Elliott on, and he could wait no longer; he angled Remy to his cock and pulled, sinking the Dragon whelp down onto his meat and delighted in the way Remy arched his back and cried out with delight.

The man let out a long and tender sigh as the dragon sank further and further down, and he pushed his hips up at the same time, kissing pelvis to ass, whilst Evan continued his exploration. He popped his muzzle free from his dad’s nipple as he moved up to his neck, but his destination was elsewhere, further down and to the left. Remy started to roll his hips atop Elliott’s cock as Evan drifted his muzzle to the side of his dad’s pec, delving down toward his upper arm. A whimper came from past his young lips as he pushed his muzzle into the crease under his dad’s arm, and he brushed his nose and lips with the washed scent of the older male’s armpit. He heard his father’s groan, and though logically he knew it was for Remy’s efforts, he attributed it to himself, and dragged his hand down his body, grasping his fingers around his little dick and squeezing, shuddering from the pleasure, before he started to rapidly stroke it. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of his dad’s pit, the extremely mild natural odour mixed in with the soapy scents of the public bath, and he whined with need as he breathed it in, humping against his own hand.

Elliott, meanwhile, slowly started to pump his hips up against Remy’s behind, raising his arm so that Evan could get the access he wanted whilst keeping the other clamped to the Dragon’s hip to steady his own thrusts. Remy could feel the imbalance and leant forward, putting his tiny hands on the older hyena’s stomach, curling his fingers against the fur as his ass stretched to accommodate the thrusting length, his young muscles clamping and squeezing with the effort of gripping around every invading inch. Tiny huffs came from his maw as Elliott grunted and pushed up into him, putting his free hand behind his head as he admired the cub’s jiggling body in the dark, and by his side Evan continued to sniff and stroke, squirming on the bed as he felt pleasure swim over his body.

The three of them moved in tandem, in their own way; Elliott grinding himself up into that Dragon’s cute ass, Remy lifting and bouncing himself in the dark atop the adult’s length, whilst Evan lived out his wildest fantasies beside his dad, daring to even stick out his tongue and lick at his father’s furred pit, whilst his hand quickly worked over his own cock. When he had fully exhausted all that he could of one side, Evan fully intended to go to the other, but when he pried his mouth away from such a wonderful spot and started to try and climb himself over his dad’s body-- rubbing his small erection on Elliott’s belly as he went-- his father started to sit up, lowering his arm. He pulled Evan with him into an upright position, and the confused boy naturally leaned into his side. His eyes had adjusted enough to be able to see just about everything, from his dad’s masculine form to the hunched slender frame of Remy in front of him, Elliott’s cock buried deep inside.

Evan realised quickly why his father had sat up; not only was it to get in a better position to thrust himself up into Remy’s hole, but it was to pull his son up onto a knelt position, so that Remy’s hand could reach out to him and grope around his side. The younger hyena naturally withdrew his hand as the Dragon’s own snuck around to his front, and a shiver brushed through him when those fingers danced around his fur and finally met with his crotch. The boy’s fingers tucked and then curled, managing to grasp the member in his grip, and Evan closed his eyes and groaned with approval as he felt the small hand stroke his length, starting from the head of it and going all the way back to the base of his cock. His dad hadn’t really touched his dick before, so to feel another’s hand on his cock was remarkably good-- it felt heavenly, even.

“Get in here, kid.” Elliott grunted, much to Evan’s confusion, but a shuddering feeling came over him when his dad moved a hand to the back of his head and thrust the boy straight into his chest area, more to the side closer to his armpit. Evan could breathe in his scent immediately, an underlying tingle of body odour and sweat mixed with fresh soap that urged him to thrust weakly into Remy’s awaiting hand, his body trembling with pleasurable sensations. Elliott cupped an arm around his son’s body and pulled him closer, more or less holding him there as Remy bowed his body and attempted to contort himself to bring his muzzle closer enough to Evan’s crotch, but it was next to impossible to do so...at least, not until Elliott started to lean back a little, giving the Dragon more opportunity to move. Remy was surprisingly flexible and managed to bend his body in strangely unnatural ways, despite that thick cock being deep inside him, and his young maw came close enough to Evan’s knelt position for his tongue to flick out and dance against his own fingers and some of that length. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with his warm tongue, but he couldn’t get the right angle it take it into his mouth.

Elliott started to roll his hips and push up a bit faster, growling under his breath as he pulled Evan firmly to his body and let him breathe it all in. Remy was getting pretty easily stimulated by the older hyena’s efforts, but only he and Elliott were aware of it, for his little dick had slipped from his slit and nudged sensually against the hyena’s stomach, rubbing against his fur. Remy was used to regular treatment, but Evan wasn’t-- despite all his lust and eagerness to please and bask in the things that turned him on, he had one unfortunate problem, stirred on by Remy’s invading tongue; he had a hair trigger.

The pleasure came quickly, and with it Evan’s chest started to heave. He moaned and mumbled into his dad’s chest, whimpering as his body tensed, and Elliott seemed to sense what was coming; he affirmed his grip on the pup and growled into his ear as Evan humped his hips against Remy’s side-angled tongue, the underside of his small length rubbing against the warm, wet appendage as tiny, miniscule dribbles of pre-cum oozed from the end, signifying how close he was. Suddenly, he let out a groan of bliss, and pressed his hips forward as much as he could, until the Dragon’s tongue slipped along the base of his member and towards his balls. The tip of the boy’s cock rubbed against his dad’s belly, and vivid little spurts of seed shot from the end, catching in the fur and oozing down in little globs. Each twitch and throb of that member made Evan shudder and shiver, his body tensing up, his breath catching in his throat until his entire body relaxed and he sighed, sinking into the warmth of his father’s embrace.

Despite his own soft body, Elliott was conversely rigid, his hips bucking up, his balls jiggling with each little thrust of his body into Remy’s behind. The Dragon, who had once dutifully lapped along Evan’s length, now straightened up and pulled back so he could truly enjoy the feeling of the hyena fucking him, and Elliott grinned widely, relishing the expression the whelp held. He muttered something under his breath as Remy curled his fingers and dragged them up to the man’s shoulders, holding onto him in that half-knelt position as his young body bounced rhythmically up and down that slick cock, pre-cum being the only lubricant needed for Elliott to body so deep. The boy’s hole was stretched, easily accommodating every invading inch, and with each pump and thrust the hole stretched even more, the wet noises of their sex filling the air, intermingled with Elliott’s panting snarls and Remy’s breathy gasps.

“That’s it, take it...!” Elliot strained, a familiar tension brewing in his loins, and Remy whimpered his approval at the words, secretly turned on by them-- he tried to lift his young body up and slam down, tried to do more to please the hyena himself, but he was already more than enough. The man rolled his head back, one hand propping his half-laid position up, the other curled firmly around his own son, and Remy’s gripping hands were the only thing keeping the boy on his cock. A hiss came from between his gritted teeth as his thrusts slowed, his hips pushing up as Remy sank down and rolled his body, knowing that Elliott was on the cusp of his orgasm; in fact, the Dragon moved with the keen knowledge of what was coming, as if he’d done it multiple times before.

A sharp exhale, followed by a long, throaty groan, came from Elliott’s slightly parted muzzle as he closed his eyes and basked in the blissful feeling of finally climaxing. Thick and ample pumps of dribbling cum spurted up deep into Remy’s young hole, seeping deep into the intimate crevices of his insides, whilst every other throb of the hyena’s black length coaxed an oozing glob of gooey nut that trickled down his length and smeared around all the inches of his cock as he rocked his hips up into Remy’s behind, trying to milk and squeeze out each pleasurable sensation. He settled his body down, huffing sharply through his parted lips, and in the dark, his eyes danced down. It was impossible to see, but he could feel the moisture on his belly-- he knew Evan had cum, and assumed Remy had to. Whether the Dragon did or not didn’t matter...ultimately, Remy enjoyed it either way.

“...So,” Elliott eventually spoke, and both boys before him went rigid with his sharp, crass tone. “You trying to teach my boy how to me like you, huh, Remy?”

“U-Uh, well...” Remy giggled, trying to act innocent. “He just wanted to do a good job and please you, Daddy.”

“I know that...” Elliott looked down at his son for a moment and got his attention with a little squeeze. “That true, boy? Or did this whelp rope you into it?”

“I...wanted to.” Evan mumbled, embarrassed to even admit it-- he knew he should be eager, but he was also quite shy in the face of his father’s dominant nature, despite his initial daringness the first time he’d come to his bedroom at night. For a moment, there was silence, whilst it seemed like Elliott ruminated over Evan’s words.

“Alright. Fine,” Elliott growled, his hand moving down Evan’s shoulder to his side. “But let me teach you how to be a good pup for your dad. How about that?”

A nervous grin spread across Evan’s face in the dark Remy giggled, knowing exactly where the situation was going. Once again, Evan felt like he had bitten off more than he could chew...only this time, he’d willingly put himself in that position.