Nott arched her back the same way, every time she came, and it was one of the most beautiful things Caleb had ever seen. The addition of Fjord behind her, the sight of both of his lovers together… it was not long before Caleb was shuddering through his own completion for the second time, and Fjord’s orgasm followed almost immediately.
Caleb lay still while the other two climbed off him, but then rolled on top of Nott with a speed he didn’t often display.
‘Your turn, liebling, while Fjord and I recover,’ he murmured into her neck, before biting it shallowly – he knew she liked a hint of teeth. Slowly, Caleb worked his mouth down over the curves of her body, before settling himself between her legs and licking into her core.
He could taste his own spend, along with Nott’s copious slick, and he hummed happily and pressed his nose against her clit, pushing his tongue deeper. He could feel one of Nott’s hands tangling in his hair, pressing him closer.
Then a larger hand joined hers.
--
For about two minutes, Fjord was grateful for the reprieve. However, as he watched Caleb go down on Nott, watched their bodies move together, he felt… a little insecure. Why did Caleb even need him, when he had someone like Nott?
Fjord shook his head slightly, trying to banish the unhelpful thoughts. Both Caleb and Jester had explained many times over that they loved him, that he had nothing to worry about, that he would never have to be insecure. Most of the time, he believed it.
‘Hey, Fjord.’
Nott’s voice had never sounded so soft on his name. Fjord raised his eyes to meet hers, and saw that she was looking softer than he’d ever seen her before, too. She held out a hand and, not knowing what else to do, he took it.
A surprisingly strong tug later, Nott deposited Fjord’s hand into Caleb’s hair, and then wrapped her free arm around Fjord’s shoulders.
‘Make yourself useful and kiss me.’
--
Fjord really was a very good kisser. More importantly, Nott was beginning to suspect that he liked her more than he had ever let on… possibly more than he had known.
Most importantly, Caleb’s mouth was incredibly talented. Nott managed to come twice more, gasping against Fjord’s lips for the first and positively wailing while his teeth worked against her neck for the second, before Caleb finally pulled away.
His face was dripping, and his dick was hard and leaking again, but he showed no sign of discomfort as he knelt between Nott’s thighs. She loved him.
‘Oh, sweetheart,’ she said, reaching out with one hand while the other stayed at the back of Fjord’s head, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. He was definitely leaving marks on her collarbone. She might love Fjord, too. Damn.
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Fill: Push and Pull 6/?
Date: 2019-04-19 05:12 pm (UTC)Nott arched her back the same way, every time she came, and it was one of the most beautiful things Caleb had ever seen. The addition of Fjord behind her, the sight of both of his lovers together… it was not long before Caleb was shuddering through his own completion for the second time, and Fjord’s orgasm followed almost immediately.
Caleb lay still while the other two climbed off him, but then rolled on top of Nott with a speed he didn’t often display.
‘Your turn, liebling, while Fjord and I recover,’ he murmured into her neck, before biting it shallowly – he knew she liked a hint of teeth. Slowly, Caleb worked his mouth down over the curves of her body, before settling himself between her legs and licking into her core.
He could taste his own spend, along with Nott’s copious slick, and he hummed happily and pressed his nose against her clit, pushing his tongue deeper. He could feel one of Nott’s hands tangling in his hair, pressing him closer.
Then a larger hand joined hers.
--
For about two minutes, Fjord was grateful for the reprieve. However, as he watched Caleb go down on Nott, watched their bodies move together, he felt… a little insecure. Why did Caleb even need him, when he had someone like Nott?
Fjord shook his head slightly, trying to banish the unhelpful thoughts. Both Caleb and Jester had explained many times over that they loved him, that he had nothing to worry about, that he would never have to be insecure. Most of the time, he believed it.
‘Hey, Fjord.’
Nott’s voice had never sounded so soft on his name. Fjord raised his eyes to meet hers, and saw that she was looking softer than he’d ever seen her before, too. She held out a hand and, not knowing what else to do, he took it.
A surprisingly strong tug later, Nott deposited Fjord’s hand into Caleb’s hair, and then wrapped her free arm around Fjord’s shoulders.
‘Make yourself useful and kiss me.’
--
Fjord really was a very good kisser. More importantly, Nott was beginning to suspect that he liked her more than he had ever let on… possibly more than he had known.
Most importantly, Caleb’s mouth was incredibly talented. Nott managed to come twice more, gasping against Fjord’s lips for the first and positively wailing while his teeth worked against her neck for the second, before Caleb finally pulled away.
His face was dripping, and his dick was hard and leaking again, but he showed no sign of discomfort as he knelt between Nott’s thighs. She loved him.
‘Oh, sweetheart,’ she said, reaching out with one hand while the other stayed at the back of Fjord’s head, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. He was definitely leaving marks on her collarbone. She might love Fjord, too. Damn.