[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.
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.
[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.]
[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.]
[Ferran relaxes his hold on Riley's hair and smooths his right hand over Riley's shoulder, down his chest, and then grabs his cock for a long and slow stroke.
Deacon has much less patience than Ferran (it's easy to be patient when you've already come). He frantically kisses Zetta's temple and ear and rolls his hips against her.]
[Riley moans into Ferran's mouth, rolls his hips up into the touch best he can.
Zetta growls against Deacon's skin, biting harder before she leans back. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of his underwear.] God, I always miss you when we go down there, [she mutters without thinking.]
[Ferran chuckles, circles his thumb around Riley's tip, and then strokes a single finger down the underside of his shaft.
Deacon runs his hands down Zetta's sides, but pulls back just enough that there's room for Zetta to pull down his underwear, to touch him, whatever she wants.]
I'd go with you but I'd be, like, the most unwelcome step-father ever.
[Riley whimpers again, bucking more desperately this time. He ends up breaking the kiss.] F-Ferran...
[Shit, Zetta didn't expect Deacon to ever say it like that. Fuck. There's an odd burst in the pit of her stomach, and she yanks his underwear down out of the way.] He'd deal. [She bites at his lower lip, hard. Mine. When she grabs the base of his cock, it's with a very firm grip.] He'll have to, if I get to have my way.
[And that sends something tingling down her spine. Yes. Yes, he says it like that, and she can believe it. Believe in a future where she can keep all of them, where the tension isn't life and death or betrayal.
She needs him. She growls again, this time against his mouth.] Fuck me.
[Riley bites his own lower lip, hard, when Ferran shushes him. He makes an embarrassingly high-pitched sound that he can't quite swallow back.]
I guess what they say is true. There's no accounting for taste. Good thing for me.
[His voice has dropped deeper, the rasp more pronounced than usual. He lowers her onto his dick and moans as her warmth surrounds him.]
I love you. You feel so good. Uh, but you feeling awesome isn't why I love you. I'd love you even if your cunt were lined with barbed wire, you're just that amazing.
[Where Ferran is busy snogging and wanking off Riley, he has to keep himself from laughing at Deacon's idea of pillow talk.]
No, goddammit. [The little thrusts are even more teasing than if he wasn't moving at all. It's not enough, not fucking enough, and she growls loudly. The combination of the physical and emotional tease has everything, everything heightened.
So she doesn't miss Riley's perfectly timed whine in response to her growl. She writhes against Deacon demandingly.]
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Riley is peppering Ferran's face with light, loving kisses.]
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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.
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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.
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I was thinking something more along the lines of role-play, since we know you enjoy that so much. Whatever scenario tickles your fancy.
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[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.]
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Although that still leaves the question of what you'd like to do tonight.
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[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.
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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.]
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[He runs his hand down Riley's chest.]
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... 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.]
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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?]
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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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Deacon has much less patience than Ferran (it's easy to be patient when you've already come). He frantically kisses Zetta's temple and ear and rolls his hips against her.]
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Zetta growls against Deacon's skin, biting harder before she leans back. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of his underwear.] God, I always miss you when we go down there, [she mutters without thinking.]
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Deacon runs his hands down Zetta's sides, but pulls back just enough that there's room for Zetta to pull down his underwear, to touch him, whatever she wants.]
I'd go with you but I'd be, like, the most unwelcome step-father ever.
[God, that's a weird thought.]
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[Shit, Zetta didn't expect Deacon to ever say it like that. Fuck. There's an odd burst in the pit of her stomach, and she yanks his underwear down out of the way.] He'd deal. [She bites at his lower lip, hard. Mine. When she grabs the base of his cock, it's with a very firm grip.] He'll have to, if I get to have my way.
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Deacon grunts softly at the bite to his lip and a few drops of precum bead at his tip and roll down his shaft.]
"If?" I thought you always got your way.
[He's too impatient to pull Zetta's underwear down when he can just pull it aside and it'll work just as well.]
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She needs him. She growls again, this time against his mouth.] Fuck me.
[Riley bites his own lower lip, hard, when Ferran shushes him. He makes an embarrassingly high-pitched sound that he can't quite swallow back.]
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[He bends his knees so he can angle in from underneath and curls his hands around her thighs to lift her up.]
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God, I fucking love you. [She drags her nails into his shoulders possessively.]
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[His voice has dropped deeper, the rasp more pronounced than usual. He lowers her onto his dick and moans as her warmth surrounds him.]
I love you. You feel so good. Uh, but you feeling awesome isn't why I love you. I'd love you even if your cunt were lined with barbed wire, you're just that amazing.
[Where Ferran is busy snogging and wanking off Riley, he has to keep himself from laughing at Deacon's idea of pillow talk.]
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Fuck. Say it again.
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[He wants to tease her by holding still, too, but, yeah, that's not happening. The thrusts are small right now, but definitely there.]
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So she doesn't miss Riley's perfectly timed whine in response to her growl. She writhes against Deacon demandingly.]
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