It’s true, she does feel different to Vex. Though there are certain general similarities—the sensation of slick wet heat is one they share—there are enough small variations that he would’ve known it wasn’t Vex. Keyleth’s hair is softer, curlier, brushing against his wrist as he dances his fingers in and over her. She’s—to be perfectly vulgar, she’s tighter, although that might just be a matter of perception on his part. And—
“K—” His voice is rusty. He tries again. “Kiki, may I taste you again?”
“So polite!” She giggles, and brings another taste of her sweetness to his lips, fingers nudging against his tongue. Percy sucks at them, and Keyleth makes a low, needy sound.
“Oh, Keyleth, just sit on his face.” Vex sounds closer; Percy reaches out blindly and gets a light smack on the wrist for his trouble.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, darling. It’s why the table’s like that.”
Like that is a nebulous description; Percy only got the slightest glimpse of it before the blindfold went on and he was lifted onto it by Grog, bound to it by Pike and her expert knotwork. He has the feeling that the headrest is only so wide, though, and that there are lower sections either side of the headrest for—ah, yes, he’s right, as Keyleth moves away from his hand and then, with someone’s aid, is perching warily on her knees, her sweetness just out of tongue’s reach.
“Gods, do it,” someone says thickly, and Percy inhales sharply when he realizes it’s Vax, that Vax is the one begging Keyleth to use Percy’s mouth.
Then she is close enough to reach, and Percy drinks of her like he’s dying in the desert.
Vex tastes like something wild and of the forest, something that Percy’s never been able to name (and wouldn’t dare tell her even if he could). Keyleth tastes like wild berries, and he doesn’t know if that’s an Ashari thing, a druid thing, or just a Keyleth thing. He lifts his hands to grasp at her hips and is thwarted by the bonds at his elbows. He’s meant to be incapable of escaping, but being also incapable of using his hands makes him let out a frustrated growl right against that most intimate part of Keyleth, who gasps and grinds down against his mouth. She’s facing his feet, which makes the angle not as ideal as he would like, but it seems she feels stable this way.
There’s another motive to it, though. Percy feels someone move to stand between his spread thighs and instinctively raises his ass, drawing a chuckle that he recognizes as Vax’s. And it’s Vax’s hand that pushes a small cushion under his ass, bettering the angle for himself.
By this time Percy’s cock feels hard enough to be almost painful, and when Vax slips the plug out of him the surge of desire at the promise of what’s to come causes a pulse of pleasure that actually does hurt.
But then Vax’s cock is pressing against him, the head smooth and hot against his entrance, and Percy stops thinking about the intertwining of pleasure and pain in favor of groaning aloud. Keyleth whimpers in response to the vibration and Percy feels her hands come down onto his chest, balancing herself precariously.
He can only imagine what it must be like for Keyleth when Vax pushes halfway into him and makes him scream.
“He’s fine,” Vex says, her voice muffled by Keyleth’s position. She’s standing behind Percy’s head now, and her fingers comb through his hair. “Keep going.”
“Bossy,” Vax says, sheathing himself inside Percy to the hilt with one long thrust and crying out with it. Percy can picture him there: head thrown back, the long line of his throat taut with the sound. “Fuck, de Rolo—”
“Mmmm,” Percy says agreeably, lifting his hips with as rough a jerk as he can manage. Vax lets out a lower cry, this one of surprise, and then Percy’s being ground into the table at both ends. Vax withdraws, Percy catches a breath, and then lets it out as a gasp as Vax pushes into him again and Keyleth comes down on his face.
It’s complicated, intricate, intimate, and exactly what he’s craved for so long.
“You’re all so beautiful,” Pike says, and Percy feels her little hand beside Keyleth’s on his chest. Her fingers trail down to touch the ring around the base of his cock, and he bucks at the feeling, throwing Vax off his pace. Vax swears and slaps Percy’s thigh, and Pike pulls her hand away with a soft apology. It sounds like she’s laughing, though.
“This is pretty amazin’,” Grog says. Percy hears the extremely familiar sound of ale pouring and reminds himself that they’ve all sworn not to get so intoxicated that anything might go wrong.
“Uh-huh.” Keyleth sounds breathless, and Percy can feel why. He wishes again that he had his hands free to touch her; they lift and drop once uselessly against the table, and he feels the entire room freeze as they wait to see if he’s tapping out.
He turns both hands into thumbs-up signs and swears that the sound Vax makes is relief as he resumes his quick, no-nonsense pace. Keyleth murmurs, “Oh, yes,” in response to watching Vax, and it makes Percy oddly pleased to know that they're enjoying sharing him.
While what Vax is doing is distracting, Percy finds he can lift to meet each of Vax’s thrusts without too much thinking, meaning that he can spare more of his brain for Keyleth. He closes his lips around her clit and sucks lightly, then harder when she pushes down against him. In lieu of his fingers he pushes his tongue into her, going as deep as he can before returning his attention to her clit.
“Lean forward, Keyleth,” Vex says.
“I’m not sure—oh.” She evidently has some assistance in the matter from someone, because the next thing Percy knows her hands are planted either side of his hips. “Vex, wh—oh, oh gods!” Vex has snuck her hand in between Percy’s face and Keyleth’s body and pushed two fingers neatly inside Keyleth. Keyleth squeals and grinds down against Percy’s mouth.
“I don’t think that was part of the plan, sister,” Vax says.
“But it’s working so well, brother.”
Percy can imagine the spirited flash in Vex’s eyes and indicates his agreement by sucking even harder at the small sweet bit of flesh between his lips.
Keyleth was making noises that could be interpreted as Percy’s name before. Now she’s incoherent and loud and Percy works as best as he can in tandem with Vex’s fingers to make her even louder.
He has enjoyed being on the receiving end of Vex’s attentions; it is almost as delightful to be working with her on someone else.
At the end Keyleth lets out one last wordless cry and then Percy feels her whole body shudder, poised over him, before she half-falls and someone—Grog, probably—catches her from the side.
“Are you okay, Keyleth?” Pike asks, worry evident in her voice.
“I am soooo okay.” Keyleth sounds like the Sun Tree. “I just need to wait for my legs to come back.”
Vax has paused again, presumably to make certain that Keyleth really is all right, and Percy is about to make another grumbly come-on-now noise when he realizes he can do so much better.
“What’s the matter, Vax’ildan?” He makes his voice as light as he can under the circumstances. “Don’t you get her off as hard as I do?”
See Me At My Worst, 5/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
“K—” His voice is rusty. He tries again. “Kiki, may I taste you again?”
“So polite!” She giggles, and brings another taste of her sweetness to his lips, fingers nudging against his tongue. Percy sucks at them, and Keyleth makes a low, needy sound.
“Oh, Keyleth, just sit on his face.” Vex sounds closer; Percy reaches out blindly and gets a light smack on the wrist for his trouble.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, darling. It’s why the table’s like that.”
Like that is a nebulous description; Percy only got the slightest glimpse of it before the blindfold went on and he was lifted onto it by Grog, bound to it by Pike and her expert knotwork. He has the feeling that the headrest is only so wide, though, and that there are lower sections either side of the headrest for—ah, yes, he’s right, as Keyleth moves away from his hand and then, with someone’s aid, is perching warily on her knees, her sweetness just out of tongue’s reach.
“Gods, do it,” someone says thickly, and Percy inhales sharply when he realizes it’s Vax, that Vax is the one begging Keyleth to use Percy’s mouth.
Then she is close enough to reach, and Percy drinks of her like he’s dying in the desert.
Vex tastes like something wild and of the forest, something that Percy’s never been able to name (and wouldn’t dare tell her even if he could). Keyleth tastes like wild berries, and he doesn’t know if that’s an Ashari thing, a druid thing, or just a Keyleth thing. He lifts his hands to grasp at her hips and is thwarted by the bonds at his elbows. He’s meant to be incapable of escaping, but being also incapable of using his hands makes him let out a frustrated growl right against that most intimate part of Keyleth, who gasps and grinds down against his mouth. She’s facing his feet, which makes the angle not as ideal as he would like, but it seems she feels stable this way.
There’s another motive to it, though. Percy feels someone move to stand between his spread thighs and instinctively raises his ass, drawing a chuckle that he recognizes as Vax’s. And it’s Vax’s hand that pushes a small cushion under his ass, bettering the angle for himself.
By this time Percy’s cock feels hard enough to be almost painful, and when Vax slips the plug out of him the surge of desire at the promise of what’s to come causes a pulse of pleasure that actually does hurt.
But then Vax’s cock is pressing against him, the head smooth and hot against his entrance, and Percy stops thinking about the intertwining of pleasure and pain in favor of groaning aloud. Keyleth whimpers in response to the vibration and Percy feels her hands come down onto his chest, balancing herself precariously.
He can only imagine what it must be like for Keyleth when Vax pushes halfway into him and makes him scream.
“He’s fine,” Vex says, her voice muffled by Keyleth’s position. She’s standing behind Percy’s head now, and her fingers comb through his hair. “Keep going.”
“Bossy,” Vax says, sheathing himself inside Percy to the hilt with one long thrust and crying out with it. Percy can picture him there: head thrown back, the long line of his throat taut with the sound. “Fuck, de Rolo—”
“Mmmm,” Percy says agreeably, lifting his hips with as rough a jerk as he can manage. Vax lets out a lower cry, this one of surprise, and then Percy’s being ground into the table at both ends. Vax withdraws, Percy catches a breath, and then lets it out as a gasp as Vax pushes into him again and Keyleth comes down on his face.
It’s complicated, intricate, intimate, and exactly what he’s craved for so long.
“You’re all so beautiful,” Pike says, and Percy feels her little hand beside Keyleth’s on his chest. Her fingers trail down to touch the ring around the base of his cock, and he bucks at the feeling, throwing Vax off his pace. Vax swears and slaps Percy’s thigh, and Pike pulls her hand away with a soft apology. It sounds like she’s laughing, though.
“This is pretty amazin’,” Grog says. Percy hears the extremely familiar sound of ale pouring and reminds himself that they’ve all sworn not to get so intoxicated that anything might go wrong.
“Uh-huh.” Keyleth sounds breathless, and Percy can feel why. He wishes again that he had his hands free to touch her; they lift and drop once uselessly against the table, and he feels the entire room freeze as they wait to see if he’s tapping out.
He turns both hands into thumbs-up signs and swears that the sound Vax makes is relief as he resumes his quick, no-nonsense pace. Keyleth murmurs, “Oh, yes,” in response to watching Vax, and it makes Percy oddly pleased to know that they're enjoying sharing him.
While what Vax is doing is distracting, Percy finds he can lift to meet each of Vax’s thrusts without too much thinking, meaning that he can spare more of his brain for Keyleth. He closes his lips around her clit and sucks lightly, then harder when she pushes down against him. In lieu of his fingers he pushes his tongue into her, going as deep as he can before returning his attention to her clit.
“Lean forward, Keyleth,” Vex says.
“I’m not sure—oh.” She evidently has some assistance in the matter from someone, because the next thing Percy knows her hands are planted either side of his hips. “Vex, wh—oh, oh gods!” Vex has snuck her hand in between Percy’s face and Keyleth’s body and pushed two fingers neatly inside Keyleth. Keyleth squeals and grinds down against Percy’s mouth.
“I don’t think that was part of the plan, sister,” Vax says.
“But it’s working so well, brother.”
Percy can imagine the spirited flash in Vex’s eyes and indicates his agreement by sucking even harder at the small sweet bit of flesh between his lips.
Keyleth was making noises that could be interpreted as Percy’s name before. Now she’s incoherent and loud and Percy works as best as he can in tandem with Vex’s fingers to make her even louder.
He has enjoyed being on the receiving end of Vex’s attentions; it is almost as delightful to be working with her on someone else.
At the end Keyleth lets out one last wordless cry and then Percy feels her whole body shudder, poised over him, before she half-falls and someone—Grog, probably—catches her from the side.
“Are you okay, Keyleth?” Pike asks, worry evident in her voice.
“I am soooo okay.” Keyleth sounds like the Sun Tree. “I just need to wait for my legs to come back.”
Vax has paused again, presumably to make certain that Keyleth really is all right, and Percy is about to make another grumbly come-on-now noise when he realizes he can do so much better.
“What’s the matter, Vax’ildan?” He makes his voice as light as he can under the circumstances. “Don’t you get her off as hard as I do?”