Sorry this got a little long... I just love writing them so much and this kink is just... yummy. Mingled in a few other mild elements so I hope it's all good! Posted over several parts. ***
Marisha catches him just inside the door, the house finally gone quiet after a rare lazy afternoon to pretend any of them know how to actually play video games anymore. “You missed everyone.” She frowns, catching one of Taliesin’s hands and threading their fingers together.
He smiles, just short of an affectionate eye-roll and brushes a kiss against her cheek. “Still caught you, though.”
The frown softens, and then gradually curves upward as she leads him through to the kitchen. “I saved you sushi.”
“No, I saved you sushi…” Matt corrects from the office, rolling his chair back to peer out into the short hall.
“So I was a little tempted.” Marisha grouses, pushing Taliesin down into a chair before retreating to the fridge. “Anyway, beer?”
“Please.” Taliesin answers; “I’m actually not really hungry, I just…”
“Eat.” She glares at him over the door of the fridge, a bottle clutched in one hand and plastic-wrapped plate in the other.
Taliesin sighs and holds up both hands in mock surrender. “Far be it for me to turn down good salmon.”
Initially, Marisha only stands by the edge of the table and watches the ceremony of unwrapping the chilled plate and opening his beer, pouring out a little soy sauce into a ceramic dipping cup, but after a moment she pushes up on the edge of the table and sits on it beside him, taking a discarded pair of disposable chopsticks for herself. “Matt’s been prepping for like an hour.”
“I noticed the distinct lack of evil laughter, he must be ready to wrap it up soon.”
Marisha smiles this time, running her fingers through the recently re-touched hair down the middle of his scalp - allowing the low moan that comes from the back of his throat to stimulate the familiar sense of comfort. “Mmmhmm.” She plucks a piece between the chopsticks and dredges one edge through the sauce before lifting it up to his lips, drawing a somewhat tired looking smile from him. “Open up.”
“This really isn’t necessary, you know I had lunch like two hours ago.” His protest is weak and stifled with the shoving of rice and fish into his face.
She doesn't answer, of course it isn’t necessary. It wouldn’t be fun if it was. When Matt pads down the hall and slides into the kitchen on bare feet, she offers him a smile and coy wink, already preparing another piece for Taliesin. “You didn’t tell him about the cake.” Matt quirks an eyebrow, the ghost of a pout crossing his lips before it’s replaced by a sedate smile. “I can’t believe you didn’t mention that.”
“Cake?” Taliesin sighs; “Now I’m eating cake as well?”
“We saved you Percy’s face.” Marisha answers, feeding him another bite and watching with a wicked grin as the look on his face crosses between amusement and intrigue. “I mean, how often do you get to eat your own face?”
“I love you,” Taliesin answers after managing a dry swallow chased by chilled beer; “so much.”
She gestures toward Matt as he finds his way to the back of Taliesin’s chair and slides a saucer with said face on it beside the last few bites of what was either a second lunch or a particularly ambitious snack. “It was his idea. I was going to let Laura have the honor.”
Taliesin tilts his head back to see Matt looking down at him with a smirk. “You, I tolerate.” He chuckles as Matt leans down to kiss a daub of soy sauce of his lips, letting it linger a little longer than his usual quick brush of lips. It’s still somewhat new and a little strange to have crossed that boundary - but it’s welcome. It’s comforting, just as comforting as the delicious food and Marisha’s fingers working slow scratches across his scalp as she feeds him. “Mmm, I really shouldn’t. I swear I’ve put on ten pounds since the last convention.”
Matt’s hands come from around the back of the chair and around him, briefly cupping Taliesin’s chest before sliding down to his belly, the angle awkward but no less creating an enjoyable touch. “I don’t feel it. Marisha, do you feel it?”
She lifts up one foot and strokes a striped sock over the thigh of Taliesin’s jeans and shakes her head. “I’d be okay with ten more… or fifty. Or whatever.”
“You’re both terrible.” His back stiffens slightly and Matt’s hands squeeze his belly, drawing out a hot and unexpected blush. It’s been months since the first time the situation changed, longer if you count slightly regrettable stories involving too much alcohol and hotel rooms with really nice beds, and it still surprises him when Matt touches him without his usual hint of reservation. Marisha he’s used to, she’s always been comfortable with the fine art of casual groping.
“We just like you the way you are.” Marisha shoves another piece into his mouth, stopping the likely protest.
After swallowing the bite with another long slug of beer, Taliesin looks up at her with an awkward sigh. “I have a beer belly. It’s not very flattering.”
A sound somewhere between a wounded bear and a frustrated sigh closes Matthew’s throat and he shakes his head resolutely before dropping down to his knees and sliding underneath the table. Before Taliesin can think to shoo him away, Matt presses his cheek against the black cotton of Taliesin’s t-shirt where it stretches just a little over his belly. “I like it.” He murmurs, lifting the shirt just enough to run his fingers over the tight slash where jeans press into soft flesh. “Perfect chubby little goth belly.”
Marisha makes a small ‘aww’ sound and once more curls her fingers in Taliesin’s hair, digging her nails just hard enough to pull his attention fully back to her despite the tickle of Matt’s fingertips. “Don’t make me spank you.”
“Would you?” Taliesin coos, his smile stretching wickedly. “If I asked nicely?”
She responds by shoving the last piece of sushi in his mouth and shaking her head. Matt murmurs against his belly, “No spankings for bad boys.”
“What he said.” Marisha gestures with the chopsticks before setting them down and scooting the plate aside. In a gentle motion, she shifts over to sit directly in front of Taliesin and picks up the cake, fork already poised as she hooks one ankle beside each of his knees. “Now, please… just try the cake? It’s really good… and the crew had it made special.”
He rolls his eyes, but Taliesin knows full and well he won’t refuse - not in the least because of the way her short summer dress creeps up her thighs. “Well, I haven’t met many cakes I didn’t like.”
As though rewarding the acceptance, Matt gently kisses his tummy and Taliesin giggles, his cheeks already good and pink. “Good boy.” Marisha coos, sectioning off a small bite to hold out for him. “Isn’t this nice?”
Taliesin sighs, and then Matt’s lips caress his skin more ardently and he feels the tug of fingers at his waistband. “Lovely.”
It’s several bites, Matt’s tongue lovingly tickling his navel, before Taliesin pushes the plate away with a hollow groan. “I can’t eat another bite.” He sighs, and then adds; “I suppose this wouldn’t be a good time for cunnilingus joke?”
Matt snorts audibly and lays his head in Taliesin’s lap, feeling the arousal push back at his chin as he fails to stifle his laughter. “Oh my God… she’s going to kill you.”
Instead, Marisha shakes her head, a small huff of a laugh escaping as she leans into him. “You and that dirty mind…” She sighs, leaning close to him. One hand rakes idly through his hair, turning the soft curl around her fingers and the other braces herself against his solid shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?”
It’s bold, but Taliesin likes to think that he knows what she wants when she leans into him like that. She’s giving him the option, making him take the bait. He kisses her and feels the tension across her shoulders dampen as she presses harder into him. It’s comfortable, relaxing despite the vibration of his zipper being tugged down as Matt’s graceful fingers tease just inside the waistband of his jeans. “This is a good start.” He answers, kissing her again, deeper this time before his tongue swipes over her bottom lip and opens her mouth to him.
"Belly Love" Marisha/Matt/Taliesin, Explicit 1/?
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Marisha catches him just inside the door, the house finally gone quiet after a rare lazy afternoon to pretend any of them know how to actually play video games anymore. “You missed everyone.” She frowns, catching one of Taliesin’s hands and threading their fingers together.
He smiles, just short of an affectionate eye-roll and brushes a kiss against her cheek. “Still caught you, though.”
The frown softens, and then gradually curves upward as she leads him through to the kitchen. “I saved you sushi.”
“No, I saved you sushi…” Matt corrects from the office, rolling his chair back to peer out into the short hall.
“So I was a little tempted.” Marisha grouses, pushing Taliesin down into a chair before retreating to the fridge. “Anyway, beer?”
“Please.” Taliesin answers; “I’m actually not really hungry, I just…”
“Eat.” She glares at him over the door of the fridge, a bottle clutched in one hand and plastic-wrapped plate in the other.
Taliesin sighs and holds up both hands in mock surrender. “Far be it for me to turn down good salmon.”
Initially, Marisha only stands by the edge of the table and watches the ceremony of unwrapping the chilled plate and opening his beer, pouring out a little soy sauce into a ceramic dipping cup, but after a moment she pushes up on the edge of the table and sits on it beside him, taking a discarded pair of disposable chopsticks for herself. “Matt’s been prepping for like an hour.”
“I noticed the distinct lack of evil laughter, he must be ready to wrap it up soon.”
Marisha smiles this time, running her fingers through the recently re-touched hair down the middle of his scalp - allowing the low moan that comes from the back of his throat to stimulate the familiar sense of comfort. “Mmmhmm.” She plucks a piece between the chopsticks and dredges one edge through the sauce before lifting it up to his lips, drawing a somewhat tired looking smile from him. “Open up.”
“This really isn’t necessary, you know I had lunch like two hours ago.” His protest is weak and stifled with the shoving of rice and fish into his face.
She doesn't answer, of course it isn’t necessary. It wouldn’t be fun if it was. When Matt pads down the hall and slides into the kitchen on bare feet, she offers him a smile and coy wink, already preparing another piece for Taliesin. “You didn’t tell him about the cake.” Matt quirks an eyebrow, the ghost of a pout crossing his lips before it’s replaced by a sedate smile. “I can’t believe you didn’t mention that.”
“Cake?” Taliesin sighs; “Now I’m eating cake as well?”
“We saved you Percy’s face.” Marisha answers, feeding him another bite and watching with a wicked grin as the look on his face crosses between amusement and intrigue. “I mean, how often do you get to eat your own face?”
“I love you,” Taliesin answers after managing a dry swallow chased by chilled beer; “so much.”
She gestures toward Matt as he finds his way to the back of Taliesin’s chair and slides a saucer with said face on it beside the last few bites of what was either a second lunch or a particularly ambitious snack. “It was his idea. I was going to let Laura have the honor.”
Taliesin tilts his head back to see Matt looking down at him with a smirk. “You, I tolerate.” He chuckles as Matt leans down to kiss a daub of soy sauce of his lips, letting it linger a little longer than his usual quick brush of lips. It’s still somewhat new and a little strange to have crossed that boundary - but it’s welcome. It’s comforting, just as comforting as the delicious food and Marisha’s fingers working slow scratches across his scalp as she feeds him. “Mmm, I really shouldn’t. I swear I’ve put on ten pounds since the last convention.”
Matt’s hands come from around the back of the chair and around him, briefly cupping Taliesin’s chest before sliding down to his belly, the angle awkward but no less creating an enjoyable touch. “I don’t feel it. Marisha, do you feel it?”
She lifts up one foot and strokes a striped sock over the thigh of Taliesin’s jeans and shakes her head. “I’d be okay with ten more… or fifty. Or whatever.”
“You’re both terrible.” His back stiffens slightly and Matt’s hands squeeze his belly, drawing out a hot and unexpected blush. It’s been months since the first time the situation changed, longer if you count slightly regrettable stories involving too much alcohol and hotel rooms with really nice beds, and it still surprises him when Matt touches him without his usual hint of reservation. Marisha he’s used to, she’s always been comfortable with the fine art of casual groping.
“We just like you the way you are.” Marisha shoves another piece into his mouth, stopping the likely protest.
After swallowing the bite with another long slug of beer, Taliesin looks up at her with an awkward sigh. “I have a beer belly. It’s not very flattering.”
A sound somewhere between a wounded bear and a frustrated sigh closes Matthew’s throat and he shakes his head resolutely before dropping down to his knees and sliding underneath the table. Before Taliesin can think to shoo him away, Matt presses his cheek against the black cotton of Taliesin’s t-shirt where it stretches just a little over his belly. “I like it.” He murmurs, lifting the shirt just enough to run his fingers over the tight slash where jeans press into soft flesh. “Perfect chubby little goth belly.”
Marisha makes a small ‘aww’ sound and once more curls her fingers in Taliesin’s hair, digging her nails just hard enough to pull his attention fully back to her despite the tickle of Matt’s fingertips. “Don’t make me spank you.”
“Would you?” Taliesin coos, his smile stretching wickedly. “If I asked nicely?”
She responds by shoving the last piece of sushi in his mouth and shaking her head. Matt murmurs against his belly, “No spankings for bad boys.”
“What he said.” Marisha gestures with the chopsticks before setting them down and scooting the plate aside. In a gentle motion, she shifts over to sit directly in front of Taliesin and picks up the cake, fork already poised as she hooks one ankle beside each of his knees. “Now, please… just try the cake? It’s really good… and the crew had it made special.”
He rolls his eyes, but Taliesin knows full and well he won’t refuse - not in the least because of the way her short summer dress creeps up her thighs. “Well, I haven’t met many cakes I didn’t like.”
As though rewarding the acceptance, Matt gently kisses his tummy and Taliesin giggles, his cheeks already good and pink. “Good boy.” Marisha coos, sectioning off a small bite to hold out for him. “Isn’t this nice?”
Taliesin sighs, and then Matt’s lips caress his skin more ardently and he feels the tug of fingers at his waistband. “Lovely.”
It’s several bites, Matt’s tongue lovingly tickling his navel, before Taliesin pushes the plate away with a hollow groan. “I can’t eat another bite.” He sighs, and then adds; “I suppose this wouldn’t be a good time for cunnilingus joke?”
Matt snorts audibly and lays his head in Taliesin’s lap, feeling the arousal push back at his chin as he fails to stifle his laughter. “Oh my God… she’s going to kill you.”
Instead, Marisha shakes her head, a small huff of a laugh escaping as she leans into him. “You and that dirty mind…” She sighs, leaning close to him. One hand rakes idly through his hair, turning the soft curl around her fingers and the other braces herself against his solid shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?”
It’s bold, but Taliesin likes to think that he knows what she wants when she leans into him like that. She’s giving him the option, making him take the bait. He kisses her and feels the tension across her shoulders dampen as she presses harder into him. It’s comfortable, relaxing despite the vibration of his zipper being tugged down as Matt’s graceful fingers tease just inside the waistband of his jeans. “This is a good start.” He answers, kissing her again, deeper this time before his tongue swipes over her bottom lip and opens her mouth to him.