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.]
[Riley makes a helpless noise and presses his face into Ferran's neck to muffle any further ones as he starts to come. His arms wrap around Ferran's waist, holding him tight as starbursts flash in his eyes.
Zetta kisses the bridge of Deacon's nose next, lingering and unmasked sweetness.] Hi, [she answers, nudging her forehead against his.
[... ugh, she loves him so fucking much she can't breathe for a second. She ducks in to kiss him briefly, taking his bottom lip between her teeth gently for a second.]
Yeah. Yeah, we are.
[... she's not going to be able to do it. Jesus fucking christ. She can't tell him how much he means to her and why. Goddammit. Getting up the courage to do it is more difficult than gathering the balls to sneak past a deathclaw.]
[Ferran wraps his arms around Riley's head and gently holds him. He still has flashes where he can't believe he's so lucky as to have him back and it makes him want to not let go.
Deacon smooths his thumb over Zetta's lips and his smile turns faintly knowing. Then a furrow gathers between his eyebrows.]
Okay, I totally didn't plan this last part well because now my feet are falling asleep.
[Zetta kisses his thumb gently, but she can feel heat starting to rise to her cheeks when he fucking looks at her like that.
But, thankfully, he says that, and that gives her an out.] Alright. [She shifts to uncurl her legs from around him and get her feet up under her. Once she's standing, she reaches down to offer to help him up.] Pretty sure we'd freeze if we stayed here much longer anyway.
[She glances over in time to see Riley nuzzling into Ferran with a soft sigh. Her expression softens.]
Lucky for us, Ferran and Riley have kept the bed nice and toasty for us.
[He waits for her to move towards the pile of blankets first, thinking that Riley might be less spooked by Deacon's naked ass heading towards him if Zetta's in front and going to get their first.]
I suppose that's more accurate. [She gets herself up under the blankets and settles close to them. Riley kisses her cheek, and her temple, and her hair. She huffs a quiet laugh and reaches for Deacon.]
[Zetta grins. In this moment, this incredibly brief moment, everything feels so fucking domestic, it feels homey. And right now, she doesn't want to rail against it. She wants to cradle it against her chest and never let it go.
She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]
[He thinks about it a moment, whether he really wants to get up out of this cozy space to get them or not.]
I'm good.
[And he really is. If he were uneasy or insecure he'd go for the shades no matter how comfortable the bed or cold the air. But the sunglasses are there and he's here and for the moment at least, he's okay with that.]
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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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Zetta kisses the bridge of Deacon's nose next, lingering and unmasked sweetness.] Hi, [she answers, nudging her forehead against his.
She wonders if she can try to tell him now.
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... no. Not yet.]
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We're pretty good at that.
[Because, god, that was amazing.]
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Yeah. Yeah, we are.
[... she's not going to be able to do it. Jesus fucking christ. She can't tell him how much he means to her and why. Goddammit. Getting up the courage to do it is more difficult than gathering the balls to sneak past a deathclaw.]
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Deacon smooths his thumb over Zetta's lips and his smile turns faintly knowing. Then a furrow gathers between his eyebrows.]
Okay, I totally didn't plan this last part well because now my feet are falling asleep.
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But, thankfully, he says that, and that gives her an out.] Alright. [She shifts to uncurl her legs from around him and get her feet up under her. Once she's standing, she reaches down to offer to help him up.] Pretty sure we'd freeze if we stayed here much longer anyway.
[She glances over in time to see Riley nuzzling into Ferran with a soft sigh. Her expression softens.]
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[He waits for her to move towards the pile of blankets first, thinking that Riley might be less spooked by Deacon's naked ass heading towards him if Zetta's in front and going to get their first.]
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Alright, Ferran, budge up. You have to share. [Says the woman who dragged Deacon away to the wall purely so she could temporarily hoard him.]
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I prefer to think of it as adding you to my collection.
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I suppose that's more accurate. [She gets herself up under the blankets and settles close to them. Riley kisses her cheek, and her temple, and her hair. She huffs a quiet laugh and reaches for Deacon.]
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So, yeah. Happy Valentine's Day.
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She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]
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[He thinks about it a moment, whether he really wants to get up out of this cozy space to get them or not.]
I'm good.
[And he really is. If he were uneasy or insecure he'd go for the shades no matter how comfortable the bed or cold the air. But the sunglasses are there and he's here and for the moment at least, he's okay with that.]
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Alright. We should probably try to get some rest if we're going to be dealing with a passive aggressive feud tomorrow.
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