WAH

[capcious]

Who: WAH
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WAH

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[capcious]

[Zetta catches the sunglasses with both her hands, and isn't sure whether or not she's surprised he actually took them off. She certainly isn't complaining, but --

Oh, jesus christ. She rolls her eyes.] You're so fucking weird. [But she shifts to set his sunglasses safely next to her pack, then settles up against Riley's side.

He leans into her, hand seeking hers, and he grips her fingers tight. She huffs quietly and kisses his temple.] And you, [she murmurs,] are an idiot. [Riley laughs quietly in response.]

[reformedcriminal]

I concur with Zetta on both points. How did we end up with such ah--

[Ferran's sentence breaks off with a gasp, his eyes fluttering. Deacon isn't wasting any time getting started.]

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[Zetta can't help it, she starts snickering at him. But, christ, this is going to be fantastic to watch.

... still, she can't keep from teasing.] Problem, darling?

[reformedcriminal]

No. No problem. Everything is...good. Very good.

[Ferran's voice is breathier than before. Underneath the blankets he spreads his legs to give Deacon more room.]

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Oh, I would certainly hope so. [Zetta doesn't know how long she's going to be able to deal with the blanket being in the way. She wants the view so bad. She knows she's most definitely going to enjoy watching Ferran fall apart like this, but. She also knows it's going to drive her mad.

Riley is leaning his cheek against her neck, and even though his heart is still beating fast, he feels like he's starting to relax. This... He can do this. It's easy to focus on Ferran, on the familiar lines of his face, easy to watch him enjoy himself.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran shoves his hands down to his groin to grab onto... Dammit.]

You need to grow some hair so I have something to hold you with.

[Deacon mumbles something in reply, but he can't make it out between the muffling blankets and Deacon's full mouth. But he likes to imagine it was "Absolutely, beautiful, anything for you."

But it's just as likely that it was "Fuck off, I do what I want."]

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[Zetta also can't understand what Deacon's saying, but that sure as fuck isn't going to stop her from saying,] Seconded. Either that, or we need to start carrying around that collar.

[reformedcriminal]

[That seems to provoke something out of Deacon, because whereas he was teasing before, suddenly he's sucking fast and rough and Ferran lets out a gasp and scrabbles at the lack of hair and finally settles on gripping Deacon's shoulders.]

Oh, fuck.

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[Zetta's eyebrows slide up her forehead towards her hairline. Well, then. Someone liked that. It's a good thing they're headed back to the house after they deal with Mercer. She'll have to remember to actually grab the collar while they're there.

Ferran's reaction seems to crack Riley, though, because he makes a low, quiet sound. And then Zetta can't help but snicker, because she managed to set off a chain reaction that got all of them. As if her ego needed that boost, really.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Then Deacon pulls his mouth away and Ferran blinks in displeased surprise, a furrow between his brows. He seriously considers kicking Deacon for a second there, but then Deacon's mouth is back and oh, oh, two wet fingers are circling his entrance and that's why Deacon needed his mouth back for a moment and that is a completely justifiable reason, all is forgiven, Ferran will be merciful and also is tilting back his head and arching his back and groaning.]

God, that's it, yes, put them inside...

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[Riley is making another noise and shifts against Zetta's side. Zetta is fully aware that she could be doing something for him, but she's having a rather difficult time not laughing at Ferran for sounding like he's starring in a porno.

She feels a stupid little moment of inspiration from that thought, though, and decides to start adding commentary. She feels absolutely determined to keep herself from ruining the mood, and this should help. She tilts her head a little to say to Riley, making sure her voice is loud enough that both Ferran and Deacon should be able to hear,] As you can see, Deacon's incredibly observant. Not that it's any kind of secret that Ferran loves to be fucked, but Deacon's clearly aiming to make him come particularly hard tonight. [Praising Deacon while also egging on Ferran's eagerness.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran cracks open his eyes and pulls one hand out from under the blankets to give Zetta a two-fingered salute. Not that she's wrong about any of it, but he has to reassert that he's totally in control here, really.

Which is undermined a little when Deacon forces another gasp out of him. The hand above the blankets reaches out for something to cling to.]

...If you want to help...someone really ought to be kissing me.

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[Zetta is completely unsurprised as Riley immediately moves away from her and towards Ferran. The easiest way for him to do this is to crawl over her, so he does, but takes the time to give her a brief kiss both as an apology and as payment.

But then he's pressing up against Ferran's side and cupping his neck with a hand, kissing him good and hard.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Yes, this was what was missing. And now that he's leaning into Riley's kiss, soft moans muffled by the press of lips, it's perfect. And he really is going to come soon if this keeps up. He brushes his fingertips gently down Riley's cheek in contrast to the fierce kiss.]

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[Riley strokes his other hand through Ferran's hair, and despite how nervous he'd been at first, god he is so glad to be a part of this -- Ferran is so happy right now, and Riley can make him happier --

Zetta reclines back, watching through heavy-lidded eyes. Jesus fucking christ, she wishes the blanket wasn't in the way, because these are her men, all but tangled together -- She'd really like to be able to see all of them. But she doubts Deacon would appreciate it if she pulled the blanket back and exposed him to the cold air.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran moves his kisses from lips to Riley's jaw and down to his neck to suck and nip until he leaves marks. He opens his eyes to meet Zetta's gaze as he pulls a bruise onto Riley's skin. He's glad she's watching as intently as he hoped. There could be a lot more to see, however, and Ferran does like to show off.

He pushes the blanket down his chest, the cold air making his nipples peak, then down further, then pulls them off Deacon's head to expose him bobbing over Ferran's cock.]

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[Oh, bless him.

Zetta's gaze sharpens, her eyes raking over his body, taking in every detail. And when Deacon becomes visible, she actually sits up a little more to see better.]

Looking good, loves, [she says, voice low.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Once he's finished with the blanket, he reaches out for Zetta. There's no specific purpose to it: to grasp her hand or caress her face or run his fingers through her hair. He just wants to touch her, to have a connection beyond just eye contact.]

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[Zetta obliges him, reaching out to take his hand. She intends to do more than just hold it, though, as she's shifting forward to take his first two fingers into her mouth, just as Deacon had with just the one earlier, and rubs her tongue against the undersides of his fingers.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran whimpers. All three of them lavishing attention on him and him alone makes him feel so very loved admired. His heart is racing and his breath coming fast through his nose, his balls are drawing up and he taps on Deacon's shoulder with his free hand to give him warning. Deacon just hums in response and that pushes him over the edge and then he's coming so hard he feels light headed.]

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[Zetta grins around his fingers as he warns Deacon, and doesn't draw her mouth off of him until after he's good and spent.]

Well, I think we can congratulate ourselves on a job very well done. [She smooths a hand over the back of Deacon's hand.]

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon slowly draws his mouth up and off Ferran's dick, then gives the head a few final licks of farewell.]

Go team!

[capcious]

Now, come here. [Zetta tugs Deacon towards her for a "victory" kiss -- aka, an excuse for her to taste Ferran on his mouth.

Riley is peppering Ferran's face with light, loving kisses.]

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon goes to her eagerly and opens his mouth for her for a wet messy kiss. Meanwhile Ferran lazily runs his hands through Riley's hair, a blissful smile on his face.]

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[Mmmmm, the kiss is everything she was hoping it'd be. She drags her nails lightly across his scalp, and when she ends the kiss, she nips at his lips.]

So. For you, [she runs her fingers along his jaw,] I was thinking something a bit special. After all, it is Valentine's Day, and I did promise you a "lie your ass off for free" card before we left the house.