He wasn't stupid. He knew having a military spouse would be stressful, let alone five of them. He hadn't really expected to be dating an entire military Taskforce, but he met Price and soon later, Price introduced him to Nikolai, and they'd all agreed to make it work. Then after a few more months, Price had introduced him to Simon, who introduced him to Johnny, who then introduced him to Kyle. Now they were a whole clusterfuck of who was dating who. Nobody really knew at this point.

Polycule.

Sure, some of the guys thought of each other more as friends than lovers but one thing everyone could agree on was him. It was the best thing for all of them. Spending so much time away, none of them really had the emotional maturity for a proper relationship, and even if they did, they were never around enough. So when one man could only perform at a 10, everyone else could pick up the slack, making sure the relationship at its core always functioned at 100.

Until Graves.

The betrayal. All of the men had been fired up ×10. And then when the news of Makarov's escape broke, that made it worse.

Naturally, sex was the one thing to help the men blow off steam. Which meant he was getting a lot more attention than he was used to. And most of it wasn't good attention.

He definitely wasn't a saint. And everyone could agree that rough sex was never a bad thing. But sometimes the softer, more affectionate touches were needed. Four guys, back to back for hours, days, weeks at this point was hard enough. But when each of them were trying to work out their frustrations, it just made it that much worse.

Foreplay was dead, preparation became spit and two fingers for maybe thirty seconds. Sometimes if he was lucky, they'd take their time and use proper lube, or eat him out, but that was rare. Sore and aching muscles became the norm.

Not with Nikolai, though. Never him. He'd been in the military longer than each of them, even Price. He knew how to manage his frustrations. But even he was blind to the effect they were having until he refused sex altogether.

No more touching. No more kisses. Nothing. When was the last time he was allowed to take out his frustrations? Sure, he didn't work in the military but that didn't mean his own feelings about work weren't valid. When was the last time he even got to get off? Sure, they made sure he came but none of them put in the work to give him a real orgasm.

Nikolai took it upon himself to take control of the situation.

He was sat in Nikolai's lap on the couch, his cock buried balls deep. But that wasn't the point. No, Nikolai only rolled his hips nice and slow, gently stroking his cock, letting him feel every ounce of pleasure he was entitled to and more than deserved.

"They just don't know how to take care of you. Need to be shown how to do it properly," Nikolai said, trailing soft, sloppy kisses along his neck. The other men were forced to stand around, watching. They weren't allowed to touch, weren't allowed to join in.

"I know how to fuck. Not a fucking child," Simon retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, but the bulge throbbing in his pants didn't go unnoticed.

"Ah, come on, Nik. We got the point. This is torture," Kyle groaned, looking over at Price, silently begging him to do something.

Price simply let out a dissatisfied grunt, arms crossed, brows furrowed. But his gaze was fixed on the way Nikolai's cock moved inside him in slight, shallow thrusts.

Johnny, however, was shameless. Hand shoved so far down his pants he might as well not be wearing any. "If you're gonna fuck him and make us watch, might as well enjoy it, no?" He chuckled to himself, not bothering to hide the fact he was stroking himself.