Percy wonders if the twins have done this before to anyone. To some other lucky person blessed to be on the receiving end of their dual, instinctively matched affections. He's sure he would have heard about it, though; someone raving about being visited by an incubus-succubus pair would surely have drawn attention.
Vax flexes his fingers lazily inside Percy. “I think we’re all entitled to say whatever we like tonight.” His fingers twist wickedly and Percy shouts incoherently. “I’d like to hear a little more from him, to begin with.”
Percy barely needs prompting. “Oh, gods.” His words tumble out; Grog withdraws his finger to allow Percy to speak. “Please f—please let me serve you.”
“I don’t think that was what you were going to say,” Vex says, dragging the circle of her fist slowly up his shaft. “I think you were just going to ask to get fucked.” The word sounds so wicked coming from her lips. Percy pushes up into her fist and she tightens it almost excruciatingly. “Is that what you think is going to happen? You’re going to get a good fuck and that’s it?”
Gods, Percy loves her in that moment.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He turns both hands palm upward—whenever did they curl into such tight fists?—and beckons as insinuatingly as he can with two fingers on each hand. “Come and let me atone.”
Vex just laughs and keeps working his cock. Percy’s gesture doesn’t go unmissed, though, and he feels the downy spring of curls against his fingertips before a timid hand presses his fingers along and into someone’s desire-slick heat. It has to be Keyleth, and Percy loves her for stepping up. She is clearly nervous; Percy can imagine her looking down to Vax at the foot of the table, seeking explicit permission over and above the implicit permission that’s the seven of them naked in one room.
It would of course be utterly hypocritical of Vax to deny Keyleth Percy’s fingers considering what he’s still doing with his own, but nonetheless Percy waits for the insistent press of Keyleth’s fingers over his before he lets himself begin working them against her. She gasps and her hand smacks against the table, catching herself as she loses her balance.
“Careful, Keyleth,” Grog rumbles, and there’s a sound of footfalls that Percy can’t quite make sense of—he is a little distracted, after all—until Keyleth’s stance solidifies. Ah. Better. Percy eases one finger inside her: she gasps with pleasure and without pain. Whatever stage of their relationship she and Vax have reached, their intimacy has breached that particular barrier. Percy curls his finger inside her and this time Keyleth cries out, hips moving toward him. He can smell her arousal and unconsciously licks his lips.
“Here,” Keyleth says, voice gone husky, and her fingers bump against then touch his lips, and Percy opens his mouth to greedily suck them in, savoring the taste of her. She tastes of wild berries on top of the more conventional taste that’s just woman, and Percy makes a grumpy sound when she pulls her hand away.
“So greedy,” Scanlan’s voice observes from Percy’s left. The next set of fingertips that push into Percy’s mouth are smaller, and the taste is a long way from wild berries. Yet it’s not intolerable.
Vax and Vex apparently decide that Percy’s getting too comfortable with the situation, because Vax does something obscene with two fingers that makes Percy shout and his hips come right up off the table. His fingers twitch inadvertently and without finesse against Keyleth, but she just laughs lightly.
“Settle down, darling,” Vex says, and then her two hands are putting something around his cock, a band of some sort that snugs down around the base of his shaft, behind his sac. It’s loose but tightens until it’s almost uncomfortable.
“What is that?” Vax sounds very uncomfortable, although his fingers don’t stop working inside Percy.
“A very special ring,” Vex says. “I had Gilmore make it.”
“Gil—does he know about this?”
“No. Although I imagine he could extrapolate that I wanted it for the man I was already fucking.”
Percy feels himself blushing again. “You didn’t, uh, measure anything...”
“Didn’t have to,” Vex says flippantly. “Magic’s so convenient that way.”
Keyleth makes a discontent noise and digs her nails into the back of Percy’s hand. Previously he’d been sure he could keep control to multitask; it seems he can’t. However, now that Vex has ringed him and Vax has dialed his touches back to an almost lazy gesture of slowly opening Percy up, Percy can focus properly on Keyleth. He moves two fingers within her, finds the spot inside that makes her moan, and then coordinates that touch with rolling his thumb over the small hard bud of her clit.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Vax says, and Percy doesn’t know if he means Keyleth or Percy, given the way he turns his hand, pushing a third finger into Percy. Percy’s rhythm on Keyleth falters and she makes another discontent noise.
“Vax, let him finish Keyleth off.” Vex is, as ever, prone to taking charge.
“I thought we weren’t going to give away who he was touching.” Vax sounds grumpy about it.
“Please. He knows what I feel like. He knows that’s not me.”
Vax lets out a huff at the reminder that his sister is Percy’s lover on a longer-term basis than this one night, and his fingers slip out of Percy. Percy whines at the loss of contact, but then Vax’s hand comes back with another toy, this one a thick plug with a flared base. Percy can’t see it, of course, but he can feel the way that the toy thickens from the tip until it’s stretching him about as much as Vax’s three fingers were, and he can feel the way that the base snugs closely against his entrance. It’s keeping him ready for when someone decides to use him, and it’s odd just how comforting that thought is.
Now that the twins are no longer tormenting him, he’s free to turn his attention to Keyleth.
See Me At My Worst, 4/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
Vax flexes his fingers lazily inside Percy. “I think we’re all entitled to say whatever we like tonight.” His fingers twist wickedly and Percy shouts incoherently. “I’d like to hear a little more from him, to begin with.”
Percy barely needs prompting. “Oh, gods.” His words tumble out; Grog withdraws his finger to allow Percy to speak. “Please f—please let me serve you.”
“I don’t think that was what you were going to say,” Vex says, dragging the circle of her fist slowly up his shaft. “I think you were just going to ask to get fucked.” The word sounds so wicked coming from her lips. Percy pushes up into her fist and she tightens it almost excruciatingly. “Is that what you think is going to happen? You’re going to get a good fuck and that’s it?”
Gods, Percy loves her in that moment.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He turns both hands palm upward—whenever did they curl into such tight fists?—and beckons as insinuatingly as he can with two fingers on each hand. “Come and let me atone.”
Vex just laughs and keeps working his cock. Percy’s gesture doesn’t go unmissed, though, and he feels the downy spring of curls against his fingertips before a timid hand presses his fingers along and into someone’s desire-slick heat. It has to be Keyleth, and Percy loves her for stepping up. She is clearly nervous; Percy can imagine her looking down to Vax at the foot of the table, seeking explicit permission over and above the implicit permission that’s the seven of them naked in one room.
It would of course be utterly hypocritical of Vax to deny Keyleth Percy’s fingers considering what he’s still doing with his own, but nonetheless Percy waits for the insistent press of Keyleth’s fingers over his before he lets himself begin working them against her. She gasps and her hand smacks against the table, catching herself as she loses her balance.
“Careful, Keyleth,” Grog rumbles, and there’s a sound of footfalls that Percy can’t quite make sense of—he is a little distracted, after all—until Keyleth’s stance solidifies. Ah. Better. Percy eases one finger inside her: she gasps with pleasure and without pain. Whatever stage of their relationship she and Vax have reached, their intimacy has breached that particular barrier. Percy curls his finger inside her and this time Keyleth cries out, hips moving toward him. He can smell her arousal and unconsciously licks his lips.
“Here,” Keyleth says, voice gone husky, and her fingers bump against then touch his lips, and Percy opens his mouth to greedily suck them in, savoring the taste of her. She tastes of wild berries on top of the more conventional taste that’s just woman, and Percy makes a grumpy sound when she pulls her hand away.
“So greedy,” Scanlan’s voice observes from Percy’s left. The next set of fingertips that push into Percy’s mouth are smaller, and the taste is a long way from wild berries. Yet it’s not intolerable.
Vax and Vex apparently decide that Percy’s getting too comfortable with the situation, because Vax does something obscene with two fingers that makes Percy shout and his hips come right up off the table. His fingers twitch inadvertently and without finesse against Keyleth, but she just laughs lightly.
“Settle down, darling,” Vex says, and then her two hands are putting something around his cock, a band of some sort that snugs down around the base of his shaft, behind his sac. It’s loose but tightens until it’s almost uncomfortable.
“What is that?” Vax sounds very uncomfortable, although his fingers don’t stop working inside Percy.
“A very special ring,” Vex says. “I had Gilmore make it.”
“Gil—does he know about this?”
“No. Although I imagine he could extrapolate that I wanted it for the man I was already fucking.”
Percy feels himself blushing again. “You didn’t, uh, measure anything...”
“Didn’t have to,” Vex says flippantly. “Magic’s so convenient that way.”
Keyleth makes a discontent noise and digs her nails into the back of Percy’s hand. Previously he’d been sure he could keep control to multitask; it seems he can’t. However, now that Vex has ringed him and Vax has dialed his touches back to an almost lazy gesture of slowly opening Percy up, Percy can focus properly on Keyleth. He moves two fingers within her, finds the spot inside that makes her moan, and then coordinates that touch with rolling his thumb over the small hard bud of her clit.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Vax says, and Percy doesn’t know if he means Keyleth or Percy, given the way he turns his hand, pushing a third finger into Percy. Percy’s rhythm on Keyleth falters and she makes another discontent noise.
“Vax, let him finish Keyleth off.” Vex is, as ever, prone to taking charge.
“I thought we weren’t going to give away who he was touching.” Vax sounds grumpy about it.
“Please. He knows what I feel like. He knows that’s not me.”
Vax lets out a huff at the reminder that his sister is Percy’s lover on a longer-term basis than this one night, and his fingers slip out of Percy. Percy whines at the loss of contact, but then Vax’s hand comes back with another toy, this one a thick plug with a flared base. Percy can’t see it, of course, but he can feel the way that the toy thickens from the tip until it’s stretching him about as much as Vax’s three fingers were, and he can feel the way that the base snugs closely against his entrance. It’s keeping him ready for when someone decides to use him, and it’s odd just how comforting that thought is.
Now that the twins are no longer tormenting him, he’s free to turn his attention to Keyleth.