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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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

Go team!

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.]

[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.]

[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.

[Deacon grins.]

Oh man, I don't know where to begin.

Radroach meat is delicious. I think muties are totally just misunderstood. You know what I've always wanted to do? Fire a mini-nuke. And I definitely don't have a raging hard on right now.

[Zetta's grin is half-lidded and deeply affectionate.]

I was thinking something more along the lines of role-play, since we know you enjoy that so much. Whatever scenario tickles your fancy.

It's gonna take a while to think of a good one.

[It's got to fit their group. He can't pick a scenario that'll exclude anyone. And it's got to be something that doesn't require special clothes or props for him to enjoy it fully. And it probably shouldn't be him pretending to be someone specific. As much as he might be tempted to go "Okay, let's pretend that I'm Nick Valentine," or "let's pretend that I'm Magnolia," that could get super awkward.]

If you'd prefer, we can save it for when we get home. That would certainly open up opportunities. We'd have all of upstairs to ourselves, balcony and all... Not to mention the toybox. [She traces the backs of her knuckles back up his jaw, backtracking over the path of her fingers.]

Although that still leaves the question of what you'd like to do tonight.

Yeah, I'll take a rain check on it. If I'm gonna get a totally free pass on lying, I want to be able to take total and complete advantage of it, with, like, no distractions.

[On the island, there won't be settlers around. And if his scenario requires being outside, they've got safety even outdoors thanks to the island basically having a natural giant-ass moat plus Zetta's turrets ready to blow away any mirelurk that gets too curious. Plus he's got all the clothes he's been collecting, Zetta and Ferran have their war chest. The island is definitely the best place for some major play.

But that doesn't address right now and the boner he got while blowing Ferran.]

You know I'm easy. For tonight I want whatever you want.

[What Zetta thinks would be most ideal would be if she could get him in her lap, facing away from her, with her hand around half his cock and Riley's mouth on the other half. But she knows, without a doubt, that that's not going to happen tonight. Neither would getting Deacon back in Riley's lap. That's a particular dream she'll have to save for the best-case "later."

She considers her options, a thoughtful look on her face. Eventually, she hums and looks away from Deacon to Ferran.] Think you could take care of Riley, darling? [She knows he can, and that they'll both leap for the opportunity. But she knows, very certainly, that she's craving Deacon tonight after having been in the Institute all day.]

With pleasure. A phrase which is particularly apt in this situation.

[He runs his hand down Riley's chest.]

[Riley doesn't know if he's disappointed or not -- knows he wants Ferran, doesn't know how he feels about Zetta wanting to focus on Deacon. It's... a new feeling. Maybe because, when they were figuring things out with Ferran, it was mutual on all angles. Everyone was fumbling. But this time, he...

... no, he isn't going to worry about it. He nuzzles into Ferran's hair.

Zetta, meanwhile, is getting up to her feet. She tries not to react when the cold air hits her skin, and manages to mostly succeed.] I feel like it'd be a pity if we didn't take advantage of these intact walls. [But, in truth, having Deacon fuck her up against the wall is going to give them a facade of privacy. Zetta has the chance to be spectacularly selfish here, and she's taking it. She wants to be the sole focus of Deacon's attention for a few moments. And maybe it'll be easier on Deacon and Riley if they aren't looking at each other.]

[Ferran thinks he detects a moment of distance from Riley. It passes quickly, but Ferran is determined that he'll allow none of that once he gets started. He plants himself in Riley's lap and grabs his hair to pull him into a rough kiss. That ought to get his attention.

Deacon watches Zetta with a hungry and adoring look. God, she's beautiful. And his dick twitches at the thought of fucking her against the wall.]

I like walls. Walls are awesome. I totally want to get close and personal with these walls.

[He scrambles out of their makeshift bed and fuck it's cold out here.

That just means that he needs to go press against Zetta and get active to stay warm, right?]

[Ferran's tactics are certainly working, because it's all he can to do keep up. Riley blinks quickly as Ferran suddenly moves, and then only has time to gasp when his weight settles in his lap before he's pulled into the kiss. Riley arches up against him with a whimper, hands falling to his hips.

Zetta leans back against the wall with a grimace at how fucking cold it is, but she's reaching to pull Deacon up against her, mouth seeking his shoulder to nip and bite. Ferran left marks before, but she's going to place hers more strategically, make sure they're more easily hidden.]

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