Caleb stepped out of the bath and dried himself off with a spell. Briefly, he considered getting dressed, but it didn’t seem worth it. Quietly, he opened the door to his bedroom, hoping that Fjord and Nott weren’t arguing.
They weren’t.
Caleb paused, taking in the sight. Nott was sitting on the bed, Fjord leaning down, and their mouths were moving softly against each other. He saw Nott shiver in pleasure, and couldn’t stop the words from falling from his lips.
‘Verdamnt, that is hot.’
They sprang apart, both clearly surprised by his presence, and Caleb took a few steps closer to the bed. Fjord, with his longer legs, reached Caleb first and put a hand on his hip, leaned in for a kiss which Caleb eagerly returned.
‘Mmm, hallo Fjord,’ he said, when they finally ran out of air. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes.’
--
‘I can fix that,’ Fjord said quickly – he was easy for Caleb, and although it was slightly embarassing to be in front of Nott while doing this, it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected.
Nott seemed fairly distracted by Caleb now, anyway; she’d wriggled out of her own loose shirt and tugged Caleb down onto the bed, and Fjord found his eyes drawn to her brown fingers on Caleb’s pale shoulders. They were kissing, he could hear the wet sound of tongues, and Caleb’s familiar panting mixing with something rougher, quieter.
Fjord debated for a moment, and then tugged off his smalls. Completely naked, he slid himself onto the bed, plastering his front up against Caleb’s back, wrapping an arm around his lover’s waist and pressing a kiss to the auburn hair.
Nott stirred, pulling away slightly, and for a moment Fjord just stared at her, willing her to get the fuck on board already. Caleb had heavily implied that Nott was in charge of their activities in the bedroom, so shouldn’t she be giving orders by now?
Anything was better than this awkward silence, so he broke it.
‘So we, uh, got a plan for this shindig?’
--
Nott wished Fjord would stop staring at her. She wished she’d put this off to another night. She wished it was over already.
And then Caleb’s hand shifted slightly on her waist, and she remembered why she’d said yes. She wanted to make him happy, and if she had to tell a stupid half-orc what to do to make that happen, then she’d do it.
‘The plan is to make Caleb come at least four times,’ she said casually, and smiled at Caleb’s sharp intake of breath. His record – at least with her – was three in one evening, but he’d confessed to her that he loved how his body felt when he’d come too many times, how he loved being wrung out and weak and letting her take care of him.
‘You could start on your knees, Fjord,’ she added, wincing slightly as it came out more commanding than she’d intended. She prepared for another argument – and was instead pleasantly surprised when Fjord slid down onto the floor without a word of protest.
Of course, she suddenly realised. He was doing this for Caleb, just like she was, so he would try not to argue with her. For a brief moment she felt flush with power, and then just as suddenly she felt guilty. She liked Fjord – however little the sentiment was returned, and however infuriating he could be.
Nott was pulled from her spiralling thoughts by Caleb dropping a kiss on her forehead, before he sat up and shuffled to the side of the bed.
Fill: Push and Pull 2/?
They weren’t.
Caleb paused, taking in the sight. Nott was sitting on the bed, Fjord leaning down, and their mouths were moving softly against each other. He saw Nott shiver in pleasure, and couldn’t stop the words from falling from his lips.
‘Verdamnt, that is hot.’
They sprang apart, both clearly surprised by his presence, and Caleb took a few steps closer to the bed. Fjord, with his longer legs, reached Caleb first and put a hand on his hip, leaned in for a kiss which Caleb eagerly returned.
‘Mmm, hallo Fjord,’ he said, when they finally ran out of air. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes.’
--
‘I can fix that,’ Fjord said quickly – he was easy for Caleb, and although it was slightly embarassing to be in front of Nott while doing this, it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected.
Nott seemed fairly distracted by Caleb now, anyway; she’d wriggled out of her own loose shirt and tugged Caleb down onto the bed, and Fjord found his eyes drawn to her brown fingers on Caleb’s pale shoulders. They were kissing, he could hear the wet sound of tongues, and Caleb’s familiar panting mixing with something rougher, quieter.
Fjord debated for a moment, and then tugged off his smalls. Completely naked, he slid himself onto the bed, plastering his front up against Caleb’s back, wrapping an arm around his lover’s waist and pressing a kiss to the auburn hair.
Nott stirred, pulling away slightly, and for a moment Fjord just stared at her, willing her to get the fuck on board already. Caleb had heavily implied that Nott was in charge of their activities in the bedroom, so shouldn’t she be giving orders by now?
Anything was better than this awkward silence, so he broke it.
‘So we, uh, got a plan for this shindig?’
--
Nott wished Fjord would stop staring at her. She wished she’d put this off to another night. She wished it was over already.
And then Caleb’s hand shifted slightly on her waist, and she remembered why she’d said yes. She wanted to make him happy, and if she had to tell a stupid half-orc what to do to make that happen, then she’d do it.
‘The plan is to make Caleb come at least four times,’ she said casually, and smiled at Caleb’s sharp intake of breath. His record – at least with her – was three in one evening, but he’d confessed to her that he loved how his body felt when he’d come too many times, how he loved being wrung out and weak and letting her take care of him.
‘You could start on your knees, Fjord,’ she added, wincing slightly as it came out more commanding than she’d intended. She prepared for another argument – and was instead pleasantly surprised when Fjord slid down onto the floor without a word of protest.
Of course, she suddenly realised. He was doing this for Caleb, just like she was, so he would try not to argue with her. For a brief moment she felt flush with power, and then just as suddenly she felt guilty. She liked Fjord – however little the sentiment was returned, and however infuriating he could be.
Nott was pulled from her spiralling thoughts by Caleb dropping a kiss on her forehead, before he sat up and shuffled to the side of the bed.