Lotus in Between

  I.V. Shady

  Copyright © 2026 I.V. Shady

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, organizations, events, and places are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental.

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  First Edition.

  To the ones who watch… and then step closer.

  Contents

  Lotus in Between

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Blurb

  Author’s Note

  Content Warning

  Lotus in Between

  Acknowledgement

  About The Author

  Garden of Desire Collection

  Books By This Author

  Blurb

  Watched. Wanted. Claimed.

  I only meant to go for a hike.

  Early summer. Sun on bare skin. A quiet lake hidden behind reeds and lotus flowers. A few stolen chapters of a scandalous novel to keep me company. That was the plan.

  I didn’t plan on hearing those sounds.

  I definitely didn’t plan on staying to look.

  What I found behind the tall grass wasn’t danger — it was temptation. Two men. One commanding. One surrendering. And me… watching a little too long to pretend I wasn’t affected.

  I should have walked away.

  Instead, I stepped closer.

  Some fantasies are meant to stay on the page. Mine stepped out of the reeds, fixed me with an icy stare, and asked if I enjoyed the show.

  I did.

  And when he told me to come here?

  I didn’t run.

  I knelt.

  Author’s Note

  If you’ve made it this far, welcome to the side of the story where curiosity lingers a little too long—and consequences feel a lot like temptation. This one is steeped in heat, tension, and that delicious moment where watching turns into wanting… and wanting turns into kneeling.

  Yes, I wrote this for the ones who can’t quite look away—and for those who wouldn’t, even if they could.

  You’ll find the Content Warnings just ahead. If you like to know exactly how deep the water gets before you dive in, take a look. There are no apologies here—just intensity, indulgence, and a steady slide into something a little darker, a little rougher, and a lot more consuming.

  But if you’re ready to step closer? Go on. I won’t stop you.

  Whether you came for the voyeurism, the power play, or that “I should leave… but I won’t” moment—thank you for being here, for leaning in, and for embracing the pull.

  Now go hydrate.

  You’ll need it.

  With heat & temptation,

  I.V. Shady

  Content Warning

  This work includes mature subject matter, including graphic sexual scenes and explicit language. It is intended for adult audiences only.

  ● M/M and M/M/M sexual activity

  ● BDSM dynamics

  ● Dominance/submission

  ● Orgasm control

  ● Consensual degradation & humiliation language

  ● Spitting kink

  ● Breath play/choking

  ● Rough sex

  ● Public/near-public sex

  ● Power imbalance themes

  ● Voyeurism

  ● Dubious-consent undertones (hypnotic dominance framing)

  ● Marking/ownership themes

  ● Emotional intensity

  ● Pain/pleasure crossover

  ● Strong possessive language

  ● roup dynamics involving coercive tone

  Contains consensual but intense dominance dynamics and scenes that may read as coercive or non-consensual in tone.

  Lotus in Between

  It’s early summer, and I love the sun warming my bare skin, making me feel lighter than I have in months. I’ve decided to go hiking in the nearby mountains, aiming for a small, secluded lake whose surface is dotted with lotus flowers, reflecting the peaks around it. The forest wraps the water in privacy, hiding tiny beaches perfect for skinny dipping, where the world feels far away and anything seems possible.

  I want to use the opportunity to dive right back into my newest book gem, a suspenseful MM bi-awakening. I’m sure it will get scorching hot soon, but I fell asleep last night—my body demanding its beauty sleep.

  It must’ve been a while since I last went hiking—my thighs are burning, and I’m already out of breath. So after an hour, I decide to stop at a beautiful clearing. Sitting with a groan, I briefly rub down my tired muscles, then flip open my current obsession and read some pages. My suspicion is proven right in chapter nine, as soon as the two alpha males are in a hotel room, they are drawn together, kissing, grinding, and fighting for dominance—it's everything.

  When one falls to his knees to show the other how much he missed him, I’m breathless again. I’m a sucker for a messy blow job with tears, gagging, and drool dripping, especially when it’s done by an alpha male. Fuck. I quickly pack up my few things into my rucksack with the image of a muscular man on his knees before me. Tears dripping down his roughened face, gagging on my cock as drool falls from his bearded chin.

  With a heightened need to relieve myself of this raging boner tenting my pants, I manage the last leg of my journey to the secluded beach.

  As I hurry, I don’t let the natural beauty around me catch my eye right now. I need to find one of those secluded places soon, but I don’t want to risk getting discovered so close to the main trail. After a while, I follow a small dirt track that surrounds the whole lake and leads to several hiding spots. After passing a few exits, I use the next one to ease my built-up tension.

  The path winds through tall reeds, limiting my view. Hearing a deep growl, I freeze on the spot like a loading bar stuck at 99%. I don’t dare to breathe, but I try to get a better view through the plants over the path in front of me. When I can’t see anything, I relax a bit. Behind me, there’s nothing but the wind whistling through the tall grass-like plants. Then I hear more grunts and heavy panting, and it seems like someone is in pain. Fighting with my inner roadrunner, I decide to be brave and check if someone needs my help.

  I move forward slowly, one careful step at a time, parting the reeds just enough to peer through, ready for whatever might lie ahead. After reaching the last corner before the path opens in one of the hidden beaches, I stop, breathing shallowly and bracing for whatever awaits me. A deep moan and a murmured ‘such a good boy’ make my mouth drop open in surprise.

  That’s definitely not a fight.

  Before I can comprehend the whole situation, a deep, sexy whimper reaches my ear, and a tingle goes straight down my spine to my aching balls. Am I daydreaming? Am I that desperate and horny that I’m daydreaming of the BJ from my story? A shudder runs through me. The gagging and wet, squelching sounds leave no doubt—this is as real as it gets.

  My conscience whispers in my ear to turn around and leave them alone, but my body doesn't get the memo and acts fast, moving on its own closer to the couple. Damn lunatic. I finally see from whom the sexy sounds are coming—two glorious men, deeply immersed in each other.

  A blonde, muscular hunk is on his widespread knees, both palms on top of them, a firm hand grasping the back of his neck, forcing him to make eye contact with a dark-haired, sun-tanned man, a grumpy scowl etched across his face. It seems like they are in a stare down, Blondie's mouth wide open and held in place by Grumpy’s other hand around his throat. Tough guy seems to be satisfied with the result. Grunting, he spits directly into Blondie’s mouth, who doesn’t even flinch at this treatment. Why is that so hot? He lets go of the hair and trails his hand in a tender movement to the wide-open hole. After spitting again, he plunges four fingers deep into Blondie until he gags on them, and more tears follow the already wet path of his red cheeks. A silent gasp leaves my mouth when I see how he lazily fucks into this dripping hole.

  Grumpy seems to close his hand more around Blondie's throat, because he gets even redder, his eyes bulging like they’re about to spring free. After some long-lasting seconds, Grumpy seems pleased enough and pulls his hand away and taps it appreciatively against the wet cheek.

  “Such a good Lotus Flower, taking all that I give you.” He holds each finger in front of Blondie to let him clean up the mess, and like the good boy he is, he sucks every digit clean—never even breaking eye contact with his Master once. Damn.

  A deep moan threatens to expose me, and I quickly use my fist to silence myself. I don’t want to get caught—the view is too mesmerising to let it stop abruptly. Just one more minute, and then I will find my own spot.

  After bowing down to Blondie's side, I think I hear Grumpy purr something like, “Do you think you earned a re ward?”

  I hear a whimper, which must not be to Grumpy’s satisfaction. “I know you know how to use that mouth properly, so tell me, my Lotus Flower, what your reward should be.”

  Blondie straightens his spine and swallows hard, holding Grumpy’s gaze, “I … Yes, I want you to fuck my face.”

  “Such a greedy little whore. Hurry and go on then. If my cock is not fully in your slutty hole when I count to five, I’ll spank your ass and fuck you raw.”

  I have never seen someone move with such speed—Blondie nearly rips the zipper off with trembling hands, sneaking panicked glances up at Grumpy, who counts steadily. When Grumpy gets to three, Blondie is struggling to pull down the tight jeans over the muscular ass. His mouth is already wide and waiting to try and catch the long, meaty piece of flesh hanging semi-hard between a pair of thick thighs. The most glorious cock I’ve ever seen seems to mock Blondie, like a dancing snake he simply can’t tame. When he finally catches the fat cock, Grumpy is already at four. Blondie grabs Grumpy’s ass and pushes his mouth over the ginormous dick—the half-chub making the task more difficult. When Grumpy finally reaches five, barely an inch is left to see, and the tip of Blondie’s nose touches Grumpy’s pelvis.

  YES! He made it. I exhale deeply, trying to calm myself from the adrenaline rush I received as I watched him trying to reach his goal.

  A deep chuckle pulls me back from my wild beating heart, and I see Grumpy patting Blondie’s tear-streaked cheek appreciatively. “That’s my good little Lotus Flower.” And without further acknowledgement, he grabs the back of Blondie’s head and starts fucking with languid movements. He stops now and then to allow Blondie to take one deep breath and continues at a steady pace. His cock is much larger now in his full glory, and I see Blondie’s throat bulge every time his nose hits that delicious eight pack. My throat feels so empty at the sight.

  I’m amazed how someone can deep-throat that easily—since I don’t hear Blondie gagging much. I catch myself with my hand at my throat, squeezing tightly, like I want to be in Blondie’s position. Each moan and whimper makes my cock throb with need. And when I try to loosen my legs from the frozen state, I feel the stickiness from my pre-cum-leaking dick in my boxers. I’m a mess just from watching—it’s like porn, but I could touch them, if I moved a tiny bit closer.

  When I close my eyes, I can almost feel the heat of Grumpy’s hot breath against my neck, his large hands tightening around my throat and pecs, sending sharp pulses through me as his fat cock presses insistently against my ass cheeks. And with the fantasy of Blondie gagging on my hard rod, the overwhelming rush threatens to make me come on the spot.

  Grumpy abruptly stops, Blondie’s nails digging deep into his own thighs—and I gasp when I see the reason for it: Grumpy is holding his nose closed. Sweat is glittering on Blondie’s forehead, and tears run down the heated cheeks. It’s an incredible sight, and I can’t help but squeeze my throat a bit more, suffocating the moans with my fist, which I so desperately want to release. A tremble runs through Blondie’s body, and it seems he can barely keep himself in an upright position. Did he just come? It seems that’s the sign Grumpy was waiting for; he finally lets him breathe again, pulling his enormous cock from between Blondie’s swollen lips at an agonisingly slow pace. He never leaves completely, so Blondie is panting around it and using it as leverage not to fall over.

  He seems to calm down and is eventually able to have control over his body again. I envy the connection between these two hunks; they never failed to move their eyes away from each other, and they are glued together like magnets. Removing his thick length completely from Blondie’s mouth, Grumpy grabs him by the hair, rubbing with the thumb of his other hand over his swollen lips. “Did I allow you to come, Lotus Flower?”

  The redness on Blondie’s cheeks deepens, and if I weren’t so mesmerised, I wouldn’t have seen the tiny shake of his head.

  “Open your pants and clean up the mess you made. And don’t you dare miss a drop,” Grumpy sneers into his face, while his rod sways like a missile searching for its next target.

  Clumsily, Blondie opens his zipper, pushing it wide the best he can in this position, and dips his fingers in the white mess. Shakily, he scoops up some cum and moves his fingers to his abused mouth, licking and sucking each creamy bit off. He continues until there is no more evidence visible, and Grumpy seems to be satisfied too, humming appreciatively, “Stand and take off your clothes. I need to see you.”

  When I feel drool leaking out of my mouth, I remove my aching fist. Damn, that’s a sight to save in my spank bank. Blondie is lean and all muscle, thick thighs, hard abs, and the best part—his nipples are pierced.

  While Blondie loses his clothes, Grumpy removes his pants too and sits down on a stone, admiring his Lotus Flower. With a crooked finger, he beckons Blondie in front of him in a kneeling position again. He rips a small package open, and Blondie instinctively opens his hand to receive the wetness pooling out of it. I’m so fascinated that they don’t need words to communicate with each other. I crave to experience this deep trust between them, too.

  “Get me wet and prep yourself—I need to be inside you. Now!”

  Swallowing Grumpy’s thick cock deep again, Blondie uses one hand to open his ass cheeks wide and pushes his sloppy fingers in his desperate channel. Grumpy grabs him by his hair and uses it as a handle to shove him up and down on his mighty length. When they’re both moaning heavily, Grumpy rips Lotus Flower’s mouth from his cock with a wet plop and yanks him up to his mouth to devour his lips, biting, eating him. There is nothing tender about it; it's all teeth, drool, and tongue-fucking. With his other hand, he grabs Blondie’s hip and forces him on his lap, their hard dicks grinding against each other. Taking them both in his big hand, he strokes them, lubing them up.

  Small pearls of white bead at the tips, and both men are a beautiful sight in their state of lust and bliss, sweating and panting. A tiny whimper leaves me; I’m caught in the view in front of me. I’m so needy—my fingers torturing my nipples, and the other hand is in my boxers, gripping my throbbing cock at the base, squeezing my balls. And believe me, my teeth try everything to keep my ragged breaths inside, resulting in an already swollen bottom lip.

  With an impatient move, Grumpy grabs Lotus Flower at the hips and turns him around, shoving him to the ground. Both panting men are now turned in my direction. He doesn’t check if Blondie did a good job with prepping himself, just rips his hand away, lines himself up, and with one hard thrust, he pushes his thick cock into the wet hole.

  A muffled scream leaves Blondie, and he fights for balance, grabbing Grumpy’s hands for leverage. But Grumpy must’ve cut off all his restraints, grabbing both arms behind Blondie's back with one of his and cupping his balls with the other in a tight grip. He pistons into him like a jackhammer, each thrust going deeper and harder.

  They’re moving so fast I can’t really tell where one ends and the other starts. Blondie tries to get away from these brutal movements, but Grumpy has him and his balls in a vice grip. He’s gasping and screaming, and I can’t decide if he enjoys it as much as Grumpy obviously does. With one final thrust, Grumpy growls, “Mine! My Lotus Flower!” and bites down on his neck.

  He shudders several times, keeping Blondie close to his front, filling him up until it drips down his own balls. Tears are flowing down Blondie's cheeks again, while he is trying to keep his shaky sobs to himself.

  “Shhhh, my Lotus Flower. Don’t be sad. You don’t have to wait much longer,” a softer version of Grumpy comforts him. He moves his hand from Blondie’s balls and caresses his abs in slow circles, wandering up to his face, grabbing him by the chin, before turning his head and licking up the wet paths. “Mmmh, your desperation and surrender taste so good.”

  “Come here!” Grumpy says in a low, commanding voice. First, I don’t know who he is talking to, but when he moves his head and his icy blue stare lands directly on me, I screech. He can’t be talking to me, can he? I’m hidden behind the large grass.

 

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