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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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"Look at this, Cay, his chest hair's pink too."

"Mmmm," Caleb says, not looking. His tongue strokes over Caduceus's, sending tingles through his mouth and this time down his spine. One hand stays on his cheek; the other scratches his scalp the same way Fjord did and Caduceus hums with pleasure. He returns the touch, stroking Caleb's hair, letting it flow through his fingers. It still holds a little dampness from his bath.

Fjord's fingers squeeze lightly at Caduceus's nipples and Caduceus outright gasps into the kiss.

"Hello," Fjord says, doing it again, and Caduceus can feel his skin turning pink to rival his hair. Caleb's paused the kiss just for the sake of smiling down at Caduceus as the blush spreads from his cheeks down his throat. "Can I do that harder?"

"Please, yes--oh!" The harder pinch feels like lightning licking his skin and this time the reverberations go right down to his cock. "Oh--Mr Fjord--"

"I think we can quit the 'Mr' part."

"I don't mind hearing it," Caleb says quietly, and a look passes between the two of them that Caduceus can't comprehend. "Caduceus, how do you feel about having marks left on you? Little ones," he amends. "Suck marks. Nothing big."

"Show me," Caduceus says, and Caleb looks down at his own forearm before turning and biting Fjord's clavicle instead. Fjord stiffens and his fingers tighten against Caduceus's chest, his palms pressing against the small hard peaks of Caduceus's nipples. His eyes close and his mouth opens; Caduceus hears a low groan and then soft swearing.

"Gods, Cay, don't bite him that fuckin hard."

Caleb lifts his head and there is a plum-dark bruise on Fjord's skin. "I just thought it would give him a better idea of how it might look on your skin instead of mine," he says with clearly feigned innocence in his tone. "I am so much paler than you both, after all."

"Perhaps not that hard." Caduceus lifts his chin, baring his throat and chest. "But there's no reason not to."

"You are a treasure." Caleb's gaze is intense as he moves to where he can get his mouth on one of Caduceus's nipples first, flicking the dark bud with his tongue before sucking. Caduceus feels that lightning strike again and his hips arch, only to grind his erection hard against Fjord's thigh. Although the intention is to do rather more than that, he still blushes even darker at being so obvious.

"It's fine," Fjord says, his hands wandering to Caduceus's belly since Caleb's taken over his chest. "We want you too." He ruffles the trail of soft (also pink) hair between Caduceus's navel and the drawstring keeping his loose breeches on. "Want to see all of you."

"Not yet," Caleb interjects, lifting his head for a second. "These things take time." His mouth touches back down just above Caduceus's nipple and Caduceus feels the same lick then suck, but it's rougher this time, harder, and Caleb's teeth scrape his skin, and oh it's that sort of pain, the sort that feels good. Caleb starts squeezing Caduceus's other nipple at the same time as he's leaving his mark and only Fjord's hands just above Caduceus's hips keep him from rutting against Fjord's thigh again.

"You were the one ready to skip ahead to the messy parts a few minutes ago," Fjord reminds Caleb when Caleb finishes.

"This is a relationship of balance," Caleb says, pressing his thumb against the mark he's left on Caduceus's chest. "You restrain me, I restrain you."

Fjord mumbles, "Sometimes literally," which Caduceus doesn't quite comprehend, but then Fjord picks the knot in the drawstring loose and runs his fingers under Caduceus's waistband, and that he comprehends very well.

"We could all just not hold back," he says before realizing he's even opened his mouth.

Both Fjord and Caleb pause to look at him. Caleb's still got his tongue on Caduceus's nipple.

"I mean, there's got to be some warmup," Fjord says cautiously, if unconvincingly given that he is trying to sneak a peek below Caduceus's waistband.

"Ja... but perhaps it would be easier without any clothing at all," Caleb says.

Fjord tugs lightly on the drawstring. "Can these come off?"

Caduceus lifts his hips by way of consent and feels Caleb smile before the sharpness of a second bite hits him.

Fjord tugs Caduceus's breeches off like he's reefing in a sail and then just stops to look at him, hands on Caduceus's thighs.

"Damn," he breathes. "Now that's a whole lot of pretty."

hung as hell & a huge bottom is an A++ Caduceus combo

OP: always happy to see this update! 👌👌👌👌

ohhhh this just keeps getting better and better, bless you author anon

Caleb lifts his head and immediately lets out a theatrical groan. "Oh, Fjord, I will never be able to compete with that."

"Hey, I ain't no size queen, you know that," Fjord protests. "He's just--well, look at him."

Caleb does more than look; Caleb puts his hand on Caduceus and in his turn Caduceus does more than just tilt his hips up this time. He pushes into the circle of Caleb's fingers, groaning at the simple pleasure of someone else's touch.

Caleb strokes him slowly, contemplatively, like he's committing the moment to memory. Caduceus doesn't know how that works for Caleb, whether it's all just numbers like his precise knowledge of time, or whether it's more like the way Caduceus himself tells time by the changes in nature, the shadows and light.

Certainly whether Caleb is memorizing Caduceus in terms of inches or in terms of what sounds Caduceus makes depending on how softly or roughly Caleb touches him, either way he's doing a thorough job of it. A thick rivulet of precome spills from the head of Caduceus's cock, and Caleb lets it trickle over his fingers, rubbing his thumb over Caduceus's cockhead. There's a callus on his thumb from all the writing and it's a very interesting sensation.

"Whoa, don't end it too fast," Fjord protests. "We're only just getting started."

"I read some facts about firbolgs," Caleb says in a way that precludes any argument until he's done, "in a tome put together by a number of widely traveled sages. One of these facts was about the way that firbolgs can change their physical appearance, which we already know to be true, ja?" His other hand is back on Caduceus's chest, squeezing one of his nipples, and Caduceus is starting to wonder if brains can melt.

"Yah," Fjord says. "And? Are you sayin that the pump you're priming there's not what it looks to be?"

"I'd be able to feel it if it weren't." Caleb rolls his eyes. "No. But given that fact was true, perhaps the others are as well, Another fact these sages gave was that firbolgs have a degree of regenerative ability. And I would wager that that extends to, ah, recovery time."

The fact that he's blushing about refractory periods while he's got Caduceus's thick shaft in his hand and is quite expertly jerking him off would make Caduceus laugh if not for the fact that his breath is all dedicated to low urgent whimpering.

"That true, Deucey?" Fjord asks. One green hand joins Caleb's on Caduceus's chest, toying with his other nipple; Fjord's other hand slides confidently up Caduceus's thigh, cupping his solid sac, which is also lightly furred with the same pink hair that so fascinates Fjord. "You gonna be good to go again soon if we get you off now?"

Caduceus doesn't have the option of answering. The sensations of four greedy hands on his body, which is used to handshakes and hugs, not this level of intimacy, have put him too close to the edge already. He does try to say yes, Mr Fjord, Mr Caleb's unknown sages knew what they were talking about, but it comes out as, "Ah--ah--ah!"

He's not expecting Caleb to lean right down as he's peaking, but having the crown of his cock engulfed in wet heat and lapped hungrily by a darting tongue, as though this is one of the languages in which Caleb is proficient, is what puts him over the edge.

Caduceus hears Fjord say, "Well, damn,", and then his hearing is gone except for his own heartbeat and cries of pleasure. His vision narrows down to the ginger head bent over him as studiously as it's ever been bent over a book, and the way that his girth stretches Caleb's lips, stray trickles of Caduceus's seed escaping to roll down his shaft. Though the air is tinged with the same sharp salt scent as though he'd spent some time with his own hand, he feels quite different than if he had been alone.

Caleb lifts his head but a little way before spotting the stray streaks of Caduceus's spend. He's quick to lick them away, and his pride in his work, hasty though it might have been, shines in his striking blue eyes.

"Nine Hells, Cay, feel free to share next time." Fjord looks supremely grumpy.

Caleb just looks at Caduceus. "Is it true?" His reddened lips gleam with spit and seed. "What I said about recovery?"

Sometimes Caduceus would have to press for specifics in the face of a question like that, but not this time. "Yes, Mr Caleb." His voice is... blurry? Hazy? That's funny. "I'll be able to, as Mr Fjord said, go again soon."

"How soon?" Fjord's on his feet and shedding his own breeches. "Twenty minutes? An hour? Two?"

Caduceus shrugs. "Never timed it. Didn't seem to matter."

Caleb smiles, looking at Caduceus's sprawled out bare body like he's either a fine dinner or the restricted section of a library. "There is only one way to find out."

I am LIVING for this fill rn, anon

Caleb's sex research asfdjksl;sdfalj

OP: I was just rereading this and hoping for an update!! Yes!!!!

"Where do we start now?" Fjord asks Caleb. The way that they interact is fascinating: sometimes Fjord defers to Caleb, sometimes the other way around, like a dance where the leading partner continually changes.

"What else do you want to experience?" Caleb asks Caduceus.

"Everything." Caduceus can hear that his voice sounds blurry, like he's drunk a particularly potent tea--something from the Sativa family's memorial plot, perhaps. "I--would you kiss me again, Mr Caleb?"

"After where I just had my mouth?"

"Yes. Exactly."

Caleb acquiesces with some hesitation; Caduceus just licks Caleb's lower lip with very little finesse until Caleb's mouth opens to him. The way his seed tastes on Caleb's tongue is akin to the way sea salt tastes on the air, or Fjord's skin, only stronger. He sucks experimentally on the tip of Caleb's tongue and Caleb moans, hips jerking to drive his cock against Caduceus's thigh. He's still got his breeches on, but the fabric is damp at the front and Caduceus can quite clearly envision why.

"Gods, Caleb, take your damn pants off before you come in them." Fjord reaches over Caduceus and yanks gracelessly at Caleb's waistband. His bare skin presses close against Caduceus's side, and the feeling of the two very aroused men bracketing him makes Caduceus sigh and try to pull them both into a tangled embrace. Caleb's still tugging his pants off in obedience to Fjord's order, but the way he's wriggling against Caduceus only makes it more, not less, interesting.

"He almost has already," Caduceus observes. "Come in his pants, I mean."

Fjord snickers, nuzzling the side of Caduceus's neck, tusks scraping at his skin. "Yeah, yeah, he's like that. It's like his overactive imagination starts leakin out his--hey!" Caleb's tossed said pants over Caduceus's body to land on Fjord, and it seems that the wet patch has made contact with Fjord's skin. "Stormlord's sake, Cay, why are you like this?"

Caleb ignores Fjord with aplomb and asks Caduceus again, "What's the next thing that you want to experience?"

Caduceus would probably make some sort of vague gesture except his arms are full. "Next? I don't know, Mr Caleb. So much comes to mind."

"Do share." Caleb stretches out and Caduceus studies his body by the steady low light of the oil lamp set in a wall sconce. The ginger hair is consistent across his body, a light scatter interspersed with freckles across his narrow chest, a thicker triangle between his legs from which his erection juts, not nearly so pale as the rest of his skin. Caleb lets him look; indeed, he's practically posing, putting himself on display.

Caduceus realizes that's exactly what he's doing, and blushes.

"He's pretty, for a human," Fjord says.

"Like you have any basis for comparison in this group," Caleb says, putting his hand on Caduceus's stomach, ruffling the pink hair between his navel and groin. Caduceus feels a stirring between his legs in response.

"Beau's human."

"When have you seen her naked?" Caleb sounds remarkably jealous all of a sudden for someone who is sharing his partner with another person.

"In the baths, which is probably why you never noticed." Fjord puts his hand on Caduceus's hip. "Would you roll over, Deucey. You look tense."

Caduceus feels anything but tense, and Caleb lets out an undignified snort that says he's heard that excuse before, but Caduceus rolls over as requested. It takes effort, given the three of them are crammed together on a bed barely built for two, but he gets there in the end. Caleb moves up the bed; Caduceus pillows his head on Caleb's thigh, which puts him in the position of having Caleb's cock very close to his mouth. Caleb shivers when Caduceus exhales over him, but when Caduceus makes to move a little closer, Caleb stops him with a light touch on his cheek.

"Not yet," he murmurs. "I want you to be sure."

Caduceus is reasonably sure he's already sure, also that the demon was very clear on the part where he wants to get his mouth on one if not both of them, if that's even physically possible, but he relaxes back. It's enough to know the potential is there.

"Is it okay if I sit on your thighs to give you a backrub?" Fjord asks.

"Mmmm... yes please, Mr Fjord."

Caduceus feels the bed shift under Fjord's weight, and then the warmth of Fjord's body settling astride his thighs. Fjord leans forward to put his hands on Caduceus's shoulders, and his cock just so happens to press very closely against the slight curve of Caduceus's admittedly skinny backside before nudging in between his thighs. Fjord's slender fingers span Caduceus's shoulders and begin working on the muscles there--he's rather more relaxed now than at the beginning of the evening, with the demon encounter fresh in his mind, but nonetheless very receptive to Fjord's patient working on the few remaining knots.

"This is going to make you want," Caleb says, beginning to stroke the close-cropped hair on the side of Caduceus's head.

"Want what?" Caduceus is already wanting rather a lot.

Fjord leans down close and nips Caduceus's earlobe, beginning to thrust lazily between Caduceus's thighs. "Everything, gorgeous," he murmurs. "Everything."

yesssssss, i'm so happy to see this update! it's so good!

YES PLEASE. THIS MORE. UNF.

"Take it easy, Fjord," Caleb says. "You're not to waste your seed on his thighs."

Fjord huffs. "Rude. I ain't a kid to spend that fast." But he does slow his movements to the softest of rocking.

Caduceus is still happily hazy, but he's also aware that he hasn't contributed very much in the way of giving touches yet and, though his fantasies have always been quite clear on his role as the recipient of, well, most everything, he knows that's impolite. With that in mind he reaches up to touch Caleb's chest, his one big hand spanning rather a lot of skinny wizard skin.

"Mmmm." Caleb lets Caduceus's fingers wander, ruffling through his chest hair, playing with his flat dark nipples, generally exploring. "Very nice... Caduceus, would you tell me more about these fantasies of yours? No, don't blush, Liebling, I'm not going to laugh."

"I just don't understand why they're so intense."

"I understand." Caleb arches into Caduceus's touch. "Ah, do that again."

Caduceus does it again--a scrape of one wide blunt nail over one of Caleb's nipples. He doesn't miss the increase in the smell of arousal. "Is it always that way?" He tries a rougher pinch and Caleb gasps. "That people's minds give them such intense thoughts right from the beginning?"

"The first wet dream--stop laughing, Cay--I ever had was just about holdin hands with a girl." Fjord slides one hand up Caduceus's arm to twine his fingers with Caduceus's by way of demonstration. "Simple as this, and I still woke up with a mess in m' pants."

Caduceus squeezes Fjord's hand. "So that's why Jester keeps laughing when she asks you about your 'wet dreams'," he says contemplatively, letting the hand exploring Caleb's chest drift a little lower.

"Yep." Fjord abandons the massage and stretches out atop Caduceus like he's an oddly shaped bed, chin resting on the back of Caduceus's shoulder. "You ever have those? Dreams where you wake up and, uh, you came in your sleep?"

"Of course." Caduceus turns his head enough for Fjord to kiss the corner of his mouth. "And I learned to clean up in the traditional way."

Caleb's hand stops petting Caduceus's hair. "Please don't tell me it involves making tea, for the love of all the gods."

"Oh, hell," Fjord says when Caduceus is silent a moment too long.

Caduceus chuckles. "Got you."

There's another too-long moment of silence from the other men before Fjord starts laughing, the feeling vibrating through Caduceus's body where they're pressed so close together. "You really did," he hiccups. "You're terrible, Deuces."

"Thank you."

"Götter," Caleb says, also laughing. "You did indeed get us." He slides his hand from Caduceus's scalp to just under his chin, ruffling his short soft beard. "But then, you already had us."

"Yeah... what do you want to do with us now you've got us?" Fjord asks.

Caduceus just moves Caleb's hand out of the way and, still holding hands with Fjord, shifts his head enough to take a slow taste of Caleb's cock, tongue dragging over what proves to be soft delicate skin drawn taut over the hard length.

All language forsakes Caleb in favor of a simple surprised moan.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," Fjord says, low and close to Caduceus's ear. "Use your hand on the shaft and your mouth for the head."

Caduceus does as he's told, fingers closing around Caleb's cock, his tongue darting out again for another quick lick, chasing down the little drop of precome he missed the first time. There's a soft smacking thud as Caleb's hand impacts the wall, working to brace himself.

"Your hands're bigger'n mine... hm. Reckon you can still squeeze harder, he likes it rough. Keep doing that with your tongue."

"Fjord," Caleb says unsteadily, "are you giving Caduceus ideas?"

"It's gonna be hard for you to, what did the demon say? Leave him half drowned and drooling come... that's not gonna work if he doesn't know how to suck you off." Fjord manages all of this with an infuriatingly innocent tone of voice.

Caleb just lapses into Zemnian as Caduceus starts figuring out how hard and fast to jerk him and what exactly he's meant to be doing with his lips and tongue. Most of his fantasies lean toward being held down and used, not taking the initiative himself, but Fjord murmuring suggestions helps.

Then Caleb's hand is in his hair again, this time sliding into the longer locks and holding Caduceus firmly instead of just scratching his scalp. He doesn't get any more aggressive than that, though, and Caduceus wonders if there's a way to ask him to do so.

"Squeeze my hand if you want Cay to play rougher," Fjord says with impeccable timing, and Caduceus only holds back enough to keep from totally crushing Fjord's fingers.

OH MAN.... OH MAN!!!! You have no idea how happy I am to see this update, I love every single installment so much... thank you for continuing to share this absolute delight with us.

Fjord chuckles and must give Caleb a nod or something, because Caleb fists his hand tightly in Caduceus's hair right at the nape of his neck and herks his hips forward.

Caduceus gags, once, and then the feeling of Caleb's cockhead plugging his throat is too fascinating for him to waste time not just letting Caleb push deeper. He experimentally attempts to pull away; Caleb's hand tugs him briskly back where he was and another jerk of Caleb's hips has Caduceus's nose pressed into the curls at the base of Caleb's shaft.

"Deucey, if it's really too much, just sqeeze my hand again the same way."

Caduceus grunts an affirmation; the vibration of his throat makes Caleb groan. Caduceus does it again, letting it roll into a low rumbling noise, and Caleb sounds like he's attempting to swear in three different languages simultaneously.

"You look real pretty with a cock in your mouth, Deuces," Fjord says. "Looks right. Looks natural." The hand not holding Caduceus's hand moves to press lightly against Caduceus's throat. "Feels right, too."

Caduceus hums another low affirmation and then sets about learning his way around Caleb's cock. It's not easy, because his tongue is pinned down by Caleb's hot length, but every little exploring movement of his tongue and lips is welcomed by one of an array of interesting aroused noises. Caleb does pull back to allow Caduceus room to play; it seems that simply knowing he can fill Caduceus's throat to the hilt is something that pleases him, but doesn't have to be the sum total of his pleasure-seeking.

Caduceus can feel himself getting hard again. He can't use any of his regular timekeeping methods, not with his face where it is, but it seems to be happening faster than usual. Huh. Fascinating.

He begins to figure out how to suck and lick in counterpoint to Caleb's movements, lips clinging reluctant to let Caleb pull back each time. Right as he thinks he's got it, Caleb's hand tightens again and he thrusts in deep, sliding into Caduceus's throat again. Caleb's other hand slides down to where Fjord's was on Caduceus's neck, and Caduceus feels Caleb's fingers meet his cockhead separated only by the delicate flesh of Caduceus's throat.

He doesn't have as much room to work now, only to do his best to keep sucking as Caleb takes his mouth in shorter, quicker thrusts. Caduceus knows his nostrils are undoubtedly flaring in a most undignified way as Caleb complicates his breathing. It's not unpleasant, at worst mildly alarming until he adapts to that as well.

Fjord pinches his nipple unexpectedly and Caduceus gasps; Caleb groans, pleased, and says, "Again, Fjord, he feels so good when you do that."

good teamwork from Fjord & Caleb here...wreck that boy!!!

Agreed! You know what they say: Team work makes the dream work! And it's definitely working for Caduceus.

OP: it’s here again!! And it’s so so good!!

I'm still holding out hope for this fill because I love it so much! <3 There's something very charming about Caduceus getting his fantasies fulfilled when he was so embarrassed about them. Also the line at the beginning about "licking gravestones" has never failed to make me laugh. What a dork, I'm happy that he gets to get railed by his sexy friends.

"You are too damn coherent for a man gettin his dick sucked, Caleb," Fjord says, fingers moving on Caduceus's chest; it's not easy, given he has to basically wedge his hand under Caduceus to do it, but the close quarters only makes it that much more pleasurable. He feels so surrounded by them that it's warm and soft at the same time as--well, as Fjord points out, Caduceus is very much sucking Caleb's cock.

It does seem a little unfair that Caleb should be finding it so easy to speak under the current circumstances, because Caduceus certainly wouldn't be able to; consequently, Caduceus takes the lead a little, quickening the pace on his own and doing his best to take Caleb good and deep.

"Cad-Caduceus-fuck!"

It is. A lot.

Caduceus gags a little out of surprise more than anything else and then swallows hard, feeling Caleb's grip loosen but refusing to back off to make it easier on himself. This is what he wanted to experience; this is what he's going to experience, and Caleb must sense that because a moment passes and then his fingers tighten in Caduceus's hair again.

Fjord's voice is in Caduceus's ear. "Good. Good. Just keep swallowing, I know it's a lot, especially the first time, but you're taking it so good." He sounds encouraging and proud and... excited? all at once.

The prospect of being able to do these things, these very intense things, with someone else as well as Caleb is certainly something Caduceus can imagine being exciting to Fjord. The idea is certainly supported by the fact that the rubbing of Fjord's cock between Caduceus's thighs has quickened again.

Caduceus lifts his mouth off Caleb, who lets go of his hair immediately, and turns his head as far as he can to say, "Remember Mr Caleb said not to waste your seed on my thighs."

Fjord stops moving and groans; with his hips stilled, Caduceus can better feel just how hotly aroused he is. "You're takin his side? That ain't fair. I thought the two of us were meant to be callin the shots when it came to how to wreck you."

"Seed's for planting, Mr Fjord. Somewhere good and deep." Caduceus spreads his thighs just enough that Fjord can press in closer against his cleft, which Fjord does with a will. "Please?"

"Not without preparation." Caleb's voice is slurred but his words are unmistakably a directive rather than a vague suggestion.

"I--"

Caleb pulls Caduceus's head up and it hurts unpleasantly, but Caduceus meets Caleb's eyes anyway. This is important.

"Make no mistake, Caduceus." Caleb's words are surprisingly firm considering that the radiant flush of arousal hasn't left his face. "We will use you the way that you want, fuck you the way that you want--but there's more to it than just stuffing a cock in you and away you go."

Fjord lifts off of Caduceus entirely, kissing the nape of his neck just below Caleb's fist in his hair.

"It'll be worth the wait," he promises, and Caduceus believes him.

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Re: Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 7/?

Re: Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 7/?

Re: Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 7/?

Re: Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 7/?

Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 8/?

Re: Fill: boys boys boys (we love them), Fjord/Caleb/Caduceus, E, 8/?