Once, when trying to explain the concept of overstimulation to Nott – who could seemingly come and come and come with no issues – Caleb had described it as feeling like all of his bones and muscles were suddenly made of wet noodles. Nott had studied him seriously for a long moment, told him he was weird but that she understood, and then gone back to sucking at his nipple.
That was how he felt now, splayed on his back on one side of the bed with wobbly arms and shaking legs. No, wait, that was the bed shaking.
Caleb propped himself up on his side, and watched the show that was so kindly being put on for him. Fjord was leaning against the headboard, a pillow behind his shoulders and his legs tucked underneath him. Nott was riding him – hard – her hands on his upper arms digging in and leaving marks, while his large hands swept gently up and down her back.
Caleb could feel his own dick twitching, and it was almost fully hard again by the time Fjord bit his own lip, keened, and came inside Nott.
--
Fjord came back to himself slowly, muscles limp and neck beginning to twinge – but by the Wildmother it had been worth it. Nott was curled up at his side, looking exhausted herself, and Caleb… Caleb was on his side, facing them, a frown on his face as he rocked his hips against the bed.
‘Come here, sweetheart,’ Fjord offered, and wasted no time gathering Caleb in his arms. The wizard was shaking, panting, and nuzzled gratefully at Fjord’s neck when he wrapped one arm around Caleb’s chest and put the other hand on Caleb’s dick.
Fjord moved slowly, gently; long strokes from base to head to base again, and listened to the pretty noises Caleb was making – noises which only got louder when Nott’s fingers began to get involved with Caleb’s balls, her arm resting on Fjord’s hip and her breath warm against his ribs.
Finally, Caleb’s toes curled, his eyes fluttered closed, and he came into Fjord’s hand.
--
Caleb was always pretty when he came (was always pretty full stop, if you asked Nott), but she would be treasuring this particular picture: green arms around pale chest, blue and yellow eyes watching her lazily as she crawled over her lovers to settle in on Caleb’s other side.
She reached up and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s lips, then, hesitantly, leaned in towards Fjord – who met her halfway with a sigh, and kissed her softly.
‘Before I fall asleep,’ Caleb said – and he sounded halfway there already – ‘I will register that I am incredibly smug about this outcome.’ Nott didn’t have it in her to be offended, instead dropping her head onto the pillow and preparing to sleep herself.
‘Oh,’ Caleb added, ‘and if you could keep arguing for two more weeks, that’d be great – Beau owes me ten gold if you sort yourselves out next month.’
Fjord groaned, Caleb laughed, and Nott pressed a hand to her mouth to hide that her reaction was a mix of both. They were going to be alright.
[A/N: oops, nearly 5k words later & i was not expecting this to take so long. at some point i will clean & post to ao3 and drop the link back here... but don't hold your breath waiting!]
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Fill: Push and Pull 8/8
Date: 2019-08-17 03:21 pm (UTC)That was how he felt now, splayed on his back on one side of the bed with wobbly arms and shaking legs. No, wait, that was the bed shaking.
Caleb propped himself up on his side, and watched the show that was so kindly being put on for him. Fjord was leaning against the headboard, a pillow behind his shoulders and his legs tucked underneath him. Nott was riding him – hard – her hands on his upper arms digging in and leaving marks, while his large hands swept gently up and down her back.
Caleb could feel his own dick twitching, and it was almost fully hard again by the time Fjord bit his own lip, keened, and came inside Nott.
--
Fjord came back to himself slowly, muscles limp and neck beginning to twinge – but by the Wildmother it had been worth it. Nott was curled up at his side, looking exhausted herself, and Caleb… Caleb was on his side, facing them, a frown on his face as he rocked his hips against the bed.
‘Come here, sweetheart,’ Fjord offered, and wasted no time gathering Caleb in his arms. The wizard was shaking, panting, and nuzzled gratefully at Fjord’s neck when he wrapped one arm around Caleb’s chest and put the other hand on Caleb’s dick.
Fjord moved slowly, gently; long strokes from base to head to base again, and listened to the pretty noises Caleb was making – noises which only got louder when Nott’s fingers began to get involved with Caleb’s balls, her arm resting on Fjord’s hip and her breath warm against his ribs.
Finally, Caleb’s toes curled, his eyes fluttered closed, and he came into Fjord’s hand.
--
Caleb was always pretty when he came (was always pretty full stop, if you asked Nott), but she would be treasuring this particular picture: green arms around pale chest, blue and yellow eyes watching her lazily as she crawled over her lovers to settle in on Caleb’s other side.
She reached up and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s lips, then, hesitantly, leaned in towards Fjord – who met her halfway with a sigh, and kissed her softly.
‘Before I fall asleep,’ Caleb said – and he sounded halfway there already – ‘I will register that I am incredibly smug about this outcome.’ Nott didn’t have it in her to be offended, instead dropping her head onto the pillow and preparing to sleep herself.
‘Oh,’ Caleb added, ‘and if you could keep arguing for two more weeks, that’d be great – Beau owes me ten gold if you sort yourselves out next month.’
Fjord groaned, Caleb laughed, and Nott pressed a hand to her mouth to hide that her reaction was a mix of both. They were going to be alright.
[A/N: oops, nearly 5k words later & i was not expecting this to take so long. at some point i will clean & post to ao3 and drop the link back here... but don't hold your breath waiting!]