I had the honor of touching it, making Xenk come for me, but it was my cock that he had.
[Fenris smirks up at them both before he bites at Astarion's naked thigh, a free hand moving up moving to trail up Xenk's own thigh, but he doesn't move in on Astarion's claim as he nuzzles his face closer to the elf's growing erection, in a way waiting for permission. Not consent, since he knows that is explicit between them, but giving him the control to say if Fenris can suck his cock or not.
He wants to, very badly, but for the moment he contents himself with mouthing and biting at Astarion's thigh as he runs nails down Xenk's, his own erection hard between his legs. No one could say Fenris wasn't eager for his lovers.]
[ It's certainly no secret that each of them has been entangled with one another once or twice. Xenk has told no one that he and Astarion weren't technically together until fairly recently, but the baths and sleeping together was intimate enough that it counts, honestly. Of course Xenk warms hearing Astarion call him exquisite, and his encounter with Fenris had indeed put him on the receiving end of the elf's great strength (and great cock.)
Once again he considers himself fortunate indeed. Between the both of them, their touch finds Xenk desperate for more, his cock eagerly rising between Astarion claiming his cock, and Fenris dragging his blunt nails over the sensitive flesh of his thighs. Xenk shudders with a soft gasp, leaning on Astarion and nuzzling his beard against his neck. ]
I am fortunate to have slept with you both.
[ That seems obvious of course, but Xenk likes stating the obvious, and even those words seem lacking for how blessed and aroused he feels. Reaching up, Xenk slides his hands up and over Astarion's stomach and chest, callused fingers claiming his nipples to give them a quick, solid squeeze. He does all this while looking straight down at Fenris. It's an excellent view. ]
I believe Fenris has need of your own cock, Astarion. We should not leave him waiting.
[ All of this is a lot, even for Astarion. He's far more used to these kinds of things focusing on someone else's pleasure. But Xenk and Fenris are both so tuned into him and his movements and his desires. It's overwhelming to be known in this way, to be seen. Each of them with their own style and their own way, and yet, so entirely in tandem with one another.
The way Fenris bites his thighs has him practically melting, and he gasps and cries out as Xenk fondles and squeezes his chest. He doesn't quite fall back against him, but he shifts some of his weight and allows Xenk to support him.
What was it he wanted, again? What was his plan? Had he meant to be in charge, had he meant to say something here? His mind is, for once, blessedly and blissfully blank. And the realization of that fact--that he is not having to calculate, or stay three steps ahead of this situation, or seduce these men--is almost overwhelming in and of itself.
Xenk's words pull him back to the moment. He nods quickly, agreeing with both of them. Whatever he had wanted can wait. This was what he wanted now. All of this. The feeling of their hands, the sounds of their voices, the knowledge that that fit so perfectly together. Because that was really it, wasn't it? It wasn't just Fenris and Xenk working together. It was the three of them, all equals in this game.
It takes away his eloquence, his control. For once, Astarion simply gives in to the experience he's presented. ]
Darling, whatever you want is yours.
[ He tilts his head to lean against Xenk's own, looking down at Fenris full of adoration. Full of love, something he (terrifyingly) feels for both of these men. ]
[Watching Astarion lose himself in the moment, watching the way the man seems to melt back against Xenk's body is beautiful. He wanted to kiss them both, to swallow their words and moans and taste them. But in this moment he is comfortably on his knees before both of his lovers and feeling appreciated.
Especially when he gets permission, anything he wants.. and he wants it all. He wishes he could swallow both of their cocks, but he takes a fortifying breath to bring down how intensely he feels in this moment.
It was hard with that look from Astarion settling on his skin. The adoration.. the.. does he dare call it love? Perhaps, he thinks as he kisses the place he last bit Astarion, before his mouth finds the elf's erection and he takes it in hand, licking from balls to tip a couple times, green eyes on his lovers.
He would take his time, savor the taste before swallowing him down.]
[ Xenk bears the weight, supporting Astarion and leaning in closer. He kisses his neck over his bite mark, lips and tongue and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. He is happy to hear Astarion give into his pleasure, and moved to feel him lean closer, relying on them both.
Xenk doesn't need to see Astarion's face to guess how lovely he must look. Debauched and overwhelmed, his control blissfully gone. Xenk squeezes once again, thumbs brushing over Astarion's nipples, working him up in time with Fenris' tongue. ]
How beautiful you both are.
[ Xenk speaks with such unabashed, honest admiration. He admires the sight of Fenris on his knees, of his tongue dragging so delicately over Astarion's hard cock. The adoration is clear in his voice, the very love he feels for them an easy thing to express even if he doesn't say so in so many words. He would be happy to take and be taken by the both of them, to simply exist and enjoy the warmth and love they so clearly share.
He locks eyes with Fenris, his own hips rutting closer as he so clearly takes his time. There truly is no doubt in Xenk's mind that they're in agreement here. Astarion deserved every joy and pleasure they could provide him.
Hearkening back to Astarion's own words, Xenk kisses his neck once more. ]
[ Astarion's legs suddenly feel like they don't work at all, knees weak from the pleasure he's feeling. He's quite glad to have Xenk's support, holding him up as Fenris starts to lick his cock and Xenk's fingers aim to drive him crazy. To say nothing, of course, of that kiss to his bite. This is what he gets for letting people figure out where he's most sensitive.
(He loves it.)
There is admiration and love on Fenris's tongue and in Xenk's words and he longs to say it back, he longs to tell them how he feels, but it catches in his throat and threatens to choke him. It's not time, yet. But he can give them his body and his vulnerability, and his willingness to accept it all the same. ]
How can you both feel so good already?
[ He knows why, though. The feelings between the three of them are electric, contagious. Everything is heighted because of it. There was a danger to that--or, there would be, if it were with anyone else. But he trusts them, and he trusts this. ]
[He does catch Xenk's eyes and he feels the same, this was about giving Astarion all he deserves and more, about adoring the elf and pampering him. Fenris keeps the man's eye contact as he licks up Astarion's erection once more before taking it into his mouth slowly, lashes fluttering at the taste of the elf as he starts to bob his head, taking more of that gorgeous cock with every movement.
The taste of Astarion on his tongue is electric. He wishes for the taste of Xenk too, of them both. But he was being a greedy lover for them both, wanting them deeply.
Even if the words don't come to his lips, Astarion's care for them both is deep and magnetic, drawing them in until they can do little else but orbit the man they both love so dearly. It feels right. He doesn't mind being on his knees for them.]
[ They don't need words to share their hearts with one another, that much is plain. Xenk keeps his solid hold on Astarion as he melts back into him, enjoying every shudder as Fenris sucks on his cock. Watching him makes Xenk's mouth water. He can't decide if he would rather be exactly where Fenris is, taking Astarion into his mouth, or if he would rather be in Astarion's place, with Fenris' mouth between his legs, lavishing him so.
Of course, Xenk would opt for neither, knowing his place here is perfect, and having the two of them before him is already more joyous than words can describe. There's hunger in his eyes as he watches Fenris, the kisses at Astarion's neck getting just a little more teeth for his efforts. ]
It is as Fenris says.
[ Mapping his chest with his touch alone, Xenk's hands grip and drag over Astarion's perfect skin, that firm hold unyielding even as he presses his hardening cock against Astarion. ]
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[Fenris smirks up at them both before he bites at Astarion's naked thigh, a free hand moving up moving to trail up Xenk's own thigh, but he doesn't move in on Astarion's claim as he nuzzles his face closer to the elf's growing erection, in a way waiting for permission. Not consent, since he knows that is explicit between them, but giving him the control to say if Fenris can suck his cock or not.
He wants to, very badly, but for the moment he contents himself with mouthing and biting at Astarion's thigh as he runs nails down Xenk's, his own erection hard between his legs. No one could say Fenris wasn't eager for his lovers.]
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Once again he considers himself fortunate indeed. Between the both of them, their touch finds Xenk desperate for more, his cock eagerly rising between Astarion claiming his cock, and Fenris dragging his blunt nails over the sensitive flesh of his thighs. Xenk shudders with a soft gasp, leaning on Astarion and nuzzling his beard against his neck. ]
I am fortunate to have slept with you both.
[ That seems obvious of course, but Xenk likes stating the obvious, and even those words seem lacking for how blessed and aroused he feels. Reaching up, Xenk slides his hands up and over Astarion's stomach and chest, callused fingers claiming his nipples to give them a quick, solid squeeze. He does all this while looking straight down at Fenris. It's an excellent view. ]
I believe Fenris has need of your own cock, Astarion. We should not leave him waiting.
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The way Fenris bites his thighs has him practically melting, and he gasps and cries out as Xenk fondles and squeezes his chest. He doesn't quite fall back against him, but he shifts some of his weight and allows Xenk to support him.
What was it he wanted, again? What was his plan? Had he meant to be in charge, had he meant to say something here? His mind is, for once, blessedly and blissfully blank. And the realization of that fact--that he is not having to calculate, or stay three steps ahead of this situation, or seduce these men--is almost overwhelming in and of itself.
Xenk's words pull him back to the moment. He nods quickly, agreeing with both of them. Whatever he had wanted can wait. This was what he wanted now. All of this. The feeling of their hands, the sounds of their voices, the knowledge that that fit so perfectly together. Because that was really it, wasn't it? It wasn't just Fenris and Xenk working together. It was the three of them, all equals in this game.
It takes away his eloquence, his control. For once, Astarion simply gives in to the experience he's presented. ]
Darling, whatever you want is yours.
[ He tilts his head to lean against Xenk's own, looking down at Fenris full of adoration. Full of love, something he (terrifyingly) feels for both of these men. ]
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Especially when he gets permission, anything he wants.. and he wants it all. He wishes he could swallow both of their cocks, but he takes a fortifying breath to bring down how intensely he feels in this moment.
It was hard with that look from Astarion settling on his skin. The adoration.. the.. does he dare call it love? Perhaps, he thinks as he kisses the place he last bit Astarion, before his mouth finds the elf's erection and he takes it in hand, licking from balls to tip a couple times, green eyes on his lovers.
He would take his time, savor the taste before swallowing him down.]
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Xenk doesn't need to see Astarion's face to guess how lovely he must look. Debauched and overwhelmed, his control blissfully gone. Xenk squeezes once again, thumbs brushing over Astarion's nipples, working him up in time with Fenris' tongue. ]
How beautiful you both are.
[ Xenk speaks with such unabashed, honest admiration. He admires the sight of Fenris on his knees, of his tongue dragging so delicately over Astarion's hard cock. The adoration is clear in his voice, the very love he feels for them an easy thing to express even if he doesn't say so in so many words. He would be happy to take and be taken by the both of them, to simply exist and enjoy the warmth and love they so clearly share.
He locks eyes with Fenris, his own hips rutting closer as he so clearly takes his time. There truly is no doubt in Xenk's mind that they're in agreement here. Astarion deserved every joy and pleasure they could provide him.
Hearkening back to Astarion's own words, Xenk kisses his neck once more. ]
You are what we want, Astarion. Just as you are.
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(He loves it.)
There is admiration and love on Fenris's tongue and in Xenk's words and he longs to say it back, he longs to tell them how he feels, but it catches in his throat and threatens to choke him. It's not time, yet. But he can give them his body and his vulnerability, and his willingness to accept it all the same. ]
How can you both feel so good already?
[ He knows why, though. The feelings between the three of them are electric, contagious. Everything is heighted because of it. There was a danger to that--or, there would be, if it were with anyone else. But he trusts them, and he trusts this. ]
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[He does catch Xenk's eyes and he feels the same, this was about giving Astarion all he deserves and more, about adoring the elf and pampering him. Fenris keeps the man's eye contact as he licks up Astarion's erection once more before taking it into his mouth slowly, lashes fluttering at the taste of the elf as he starts to bob his head, taking more of that gorgeous cock with every movement.
The taste of Astarion on his tongue is electric. He wishes for the taste of Xenk too, of them both. But he was being a greedy lover for them both, wanting them deeply.
Even if the words don't come to his lips, Astarion's care for them both is deep and magnetic, drawing them in until they can do little else but orbit the man they both love so dearly. It feels right. He doesn't mind being on his knees for them.]
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Of course, Xenk would opt for neither, knowing his place here is perfect, and having the two of them before him is already more joyous than words can describe. There's hunger in his eyes as he watches Fenris, the kisses at Astarion's neck getting just a little more teeth for his efforts. ]
It is as Fenris says.
[ Mapping his chest with his touch alone, Xenk's hands grip and drag over Astarion's perfect skin, that firm hold unyielding even as he presses his hardening cock against Astarion. ]
All that we want is here. What could feel better?