[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.]
Oh, fuck, [Zetta echoes, following it up with a groan. She bucks, trying to chase more of that feeling, more -- While at the same time fumbling to grip possessively at the back of Deacon's neck.] More. Keep going.
[Deacon pushes up into her, and, god, this position is good, with gravity making it easy to go all the way with every single thrust. He lowers his head to kiss and nip at her breasts, swirling his tongue around one of her nipples and murmuring with every pause.]
I love you so much. You're the first person I've loved in fucking years and I don't know how you did it. You really are amazing and brilliant and you really can fix anything and my heart's proof of it, yeah?
[Ferran smiles against Riley's lips as he listens to Deacon babble. His hand is moving faster on Riley's cock, but he wants to give him more than that. The lube is too bloody far away, so spit will have to do. First spit on his palm to rub over Riley's cock, then some more at his entrance, and it won't be smooth, but it's good enough for him to raise himself up and then lower himself onto Riley's cock.]
[Shit. Fuck, she only has herself to blame, but she really wasn't expecting that, not those words, she -- Her legs tighten around him and she wraps her arms entirely around his shoulders, clinging, and it isn't possessiveness this time. She doesn't know what to call it. But she knows she feels needy. Her senses are narrowing.] Oh my god. Oh my god -- [She scrambles, trying to urge his head up so she can kiss him, hard and messy and desperate.
Riley is partially distracted from Ferran, listening to what Deacon's telling Zetta, even if he feels like he's eavesdropping as he does it. But his eyes are falling shut the faster Ferran's hand moves, and his head drops back. All of this means that he isn't paying attention, doesn't notice Ferran prepping himself, and it isn't until Ferran is moving to take him in that it hits him what he's trying to do.]
F-Ferr -- F -- Oh, god, [he's so tight and it takes Riley a moment to screw his eyes shut against how fantastic it feels. But then his hands are tightening on Ferran's hips to try to hold him where he is, trying to stop him from taking him all the way in. His next words, the important ones, are breathless.] Ferran, you're going to hurt yourself.
[Deacon raises his head to kiss her and he doesn't care if he ever comes up for air again. It occurs to him that he really should have put on a condom, but fuck, he can't be bothered to care right now.
A few feet away, despite Riley's hands on his hips, Ferran tries to sink down a few more centimeters.]
Do you think I've never been fucked dry before?
[Which is an evasive answer to Riley's concern, because, yes, it's probably going to hurt, but Ferran's decided that it's worth it.]
It's not -- It's not that, just -- I don't want to hurt you. I d -- [He swears Ferran is taking more of him in anyway, and he can't help the whimper that escapes him.] I don't want to hurt you.
[Meanwhile, Zetta is kissing Deacon voraciously, like she needs it -- needs him -- to breathe. She's close, she's so close, she...]
You won't hurt me. I know how to manage this, don't worry.
[Ferran doesn't mind lying to Riley, especially if it will assuage his guilt and let him just enjoy what Ferran's trying to offer. He loves Riley for caring about hurting him, though, and cups his cheek in his hand and kisses him softly.
Nearby, Deacon is thrusting into Zetta faster and everything is so perfect. He doesn't even feel the cold any more.]
[The sweet kiss coaxes Riley into relaxing, and he slowly loosens his hold on his hips.]
If you're sure, [he murmurs against his lips, though he still sounds uncertain.
Zetta is muttering Deacon's name under her breath, over and over and over, until it gets harder to -- harder to... When she hits her orgasm, hard, it forces a choked off gasp out of her, and her head hits back against the wall.]
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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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Oh, fuck. [He can't resist any more. He thrusts in hard and deep.]
I love you.
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I love you so much. You're the first person I've loved in fucking years and I don't know how you did it. You really are amazing and brilliant and you really can fix anything and my heart's proof of it, yeah?
[Ferran smiles against Riley's lips as he listens to Deacon babble. His hand is moving faster on Riley's cock, but he wants to give him more than that. The lube is too bloody far away, so spit will have to do. First spit on his palm to rub over Riley's cock, then some more at his entrance, and it won't be smooth, but it's good enough for him to raise himself up and then lower himself onto Riley's cock.]
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Riley is partially distracted from Ferran, listening to what Deacon's telling Zetta, even if he feels like he's eavesdropping as he does it. But his eyes are falling shut the faster Ferran's hand moves, and his head drops back. All of this means that he isn't paying attention, doesn't notice Ferran prepping himself, and it isn't until Ferran is moving to take him in that it hits him what he's trying to do.]
F-Ferr -- F -- Oh, god, [he's so tight and it takes Riley a moment to screw his eyes shut against how fantastic it feels. But then his hands are tightening on Ferran's hips to try to hold him where he is, trying to stop him from taking him all the way in. His next words, the important ones, are breathless.] Ferran, you're going to hurt yourself.
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A few feet away, despite Riley's hands on his hips, Ferran tries to sink down a few more centimeters.]
Do you think I've never been fucked dry before?
[Which is an evasive answer to Riley's concern, because, yes, it's probably going to hurt, but Ferran's decided that it's worth it.]
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[Meanwhile, Zetta is kissing Deacon voraciously, like she needs it -- needs him -- to breathe. She's close, she's so close, she...]
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[Ferran doesn't mind lying to Riley, especially if it will assuage his guilt and let him just enjoy what Ferran's trying to offer. He loves Riley for caring about hurting him, though, and cups his cheek in his hand and kisses him softly.
Nearby, Deacon is thrusting into Zetta faster and everything is so perfect. He doesn't even feel the cold any more.]
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If you're sure, [he murmurs against his lips, though he still sounds uncertain.
Zetta is muttering Deacon's name under her breath, over and over and over, until it gets harder to -- harder to... When she hits her orgasm, hard, it forces a choked off gasp out of her, and her head hits back against the wall.]
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