[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.]
[And he takes in more of Riley, slowly and careful, making sure no trace of discomfort shows on his face. Once the head of his cock rubs against Ferran's prostate, it's easy to ignore the burn of the stretch.
Deacon isn't paying attention to anything but Zetta anymore. His name on her lips, and then the expression on her face as she comes, and she's so hot and tight around him, and he can't hold back any more, doesn't want to hold back. He pulses inside her, burying his face in her hair as he moans.]
[Riley squeezes his eyes shut again, biting back a low groan.] Oh, god. Oh, this isn't going to take long. [Despite Ferran's reassurance, he's still too nervous to start moving. He breathes out shakily, fingers digging into Ferran's hips.
Zetta clutches Deacon to her, her hand pressing against the back of his head, breathing hard. Fuck... fuck. This... This was everything she's been wanting. ... needing. She wants to start trying to return the favor of Deacon's words, but speaking is still too far out of reach for her. And even then, she doesn't think she wants the others to hear it. She wants it for Deacon's ears, and his ears only, if she could manage to get herself to say it in the first place.]
Then it's a good thing I've already come tonight. [He starts to rock his hips.] So when you come embarrassingly fast, I can simply take it as a compliment without frustration.
[Deacon wants to stay like this forever but he knows his arms will tire. He bends his knees and lowers himself to the ground, still inside Zetta, so he's kneeling and she's on his lap. And now that his arms are free again, he begins to run his hands over her skin, up and down her sides, cupping her breasts, brushing his knuckles down her sternum.]
Oh, god, [Riley repeats, quickly losing breath.] I guess you -- have a... [He groans. He was already getting close when Ferran decided to do this, and he's already thrusting into him faster despite himself.] F... Fe -- Ferr... oh, god.
[Zetta's eyes slide shut under Deacon's attention, and she leans back against the wall to give him better access. She slowly traces her hands up his chest, up his neck, along his jaw. After a moment, she leans forward again, aiming to kiss just under his eyes.]
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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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[And he takes in more of Riley, slowly and careful, making sure no trace of discomfort shows on his face. Once the head of his cock rubs against Ferran's prostate, it's easy to ignore the burn of the stretch.
Deacon isn't paying attention to anything but Zetta anymore. His name on her lips, and then the expression on her face as she comes, and she's so hot and tight around him, and he can't hold back any more, doesn't want to hold back. He pulses inside her, burying his face in her hair as he moans.]
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Zetta clutches Deacon to her, her hand pressing against the back of his head, breathing hard. Fuck... fuck. This... This was everything she's been wanting. ... needing. She wants to start trying to return the favor of Deacon's words, but speaking is still too far out of reach for her. And even then, she doesn't think she wants the others to hear it. She wants it for Deacon's ears, and his ears only, if she could manage to get herself to say it in the first place.]
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[Deacon wants to stay like this forever but he knows his arms will tire. He bends his knees and lowers himself to the ground, still inside Zetta, so he's kneeling and she's on his lap. And now that his arms are free again, he begins to run his hands over her skin, up and down her sides, cupping her breasts, brushing his knuckles down her sternum.]
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[Zetta's eyes slide shut under Deacon's attention, and she leans back against the wall to give him better access. She slowly traces her hands up his chest, up his neck, along his jaw. After a moment, she leans forward again, aiming to kiss just under his eyes.]
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Deacon closes his eyes and drinks in the feel of Zetta's lips on the vulnerable skin around his eyes, his chest still heaving from exertion.]
Hi.
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