They'll be ready to go in five minutes, so everyone is at their seats, chatting away. Matt is glancing over some notes from last week, making sure he's got everything in order, when he hears a quiet gasp from the other side of the room.
No one else seems to have noticed, but when you live with someone for as long as he's lived with Marisha, you pick up on the little things, and that's not a noise he expects to hear outside of the bedroom. Matt whips his head up quickly, and for a moment everything looks normal- the group is still laughing and talking, Marisha and Taliesin are being as tactile as ever- ah.
One of Taliesin's hands is resting on Marisha's arm as he talks, and the other is hidden under the table. Marisha's cheeks are pink and she's biting her lower lip as she smiles. She meets Matt's gaze, grins, and whispers something to Taliesin, who looks over and quirks an eyebrow with a tiny smile.
You fuckers, Matt mouths.
Marisha's grin just grows wider, and she wriggles in place slightly as Taliesin smirks.
Matt is grateful for his table, because he can feel himself getting hard immediately. He's too conspicuous to reach down and touch himself, though, so all he can do is shift in his seat for the tiniest amount of friction.
They are loving it, he can tell, even if Marisha is clearly having a hard time keeping quiet. She has to grab Taliesin's shoulder to keep from arcing as he apparently hits that sweet spot that, under more private circumstances, makes her scream.
Part of it is watching her, of course, but Taliesin being so relaxed about it is hitting Matt too. It's hardly the first time they've done something teasing like this to get under Matt's skin, but it's never been in public before.
He finds himself imagining one or both of his partners doing this same thing to him, jerking him off, fingering him, and he has to bite the side of his hand suddenly so he doesn't alert the entire room when he comes in his pants.
untitled semi-public fingering, Matt/Marisha/Taliesin
No one else seems to have noticed, but when you live with someone for as long as he's lived with Marisha, you pick up on the little things, and that's not a noise he expects to hear outside of the bedroom. Matt whips his head up quickly, and for a moment everything looks normal- the group is still laughing and talking, Marisha and Taliesin are being as tactile as ever- ah.
One of Taliesin's hands is resting on Marisha's arm as he talks, and the other is hidden under the table. Marisha's cheeks are pink and she's biting her lower lip as she smiles. She meets Matt's gaze, grins, and whispers something to Taliesin, who looks over and quirks an eyebrow with a tiny smile.
You fuckers, Matt mouths.
Marisha's grin just grows wider, and she wriggles in place slightly as Taliesin smirks.
Matt is grateful for his table, because he can feel himself getting hard immediately. He's too conspicuous to reach down and touch himself, though, so all he can do is shift in his seat for the tiniest amount of friction.
They are loving it, he can tell, even if Marisha is clearly having a hard time keeping quiet. She has to grab Taliesin's shoulder to keep from arcing as he apparently hits that sweet spot that, under more private circumstances, makes her scream.
Part of it is watching her, of course, but Taliesin being so relaxed about it is hitting Matt too. It's hardly the first time they've done something teasing like this to get under Matt's skin, but it's never been in public before.
He finds himself imagining one or both of his partners doing this same thing to him, jerking him off, fingering him, and he has to bite the side of his hand suddenly so he doesn't alert the entire room when he comes in his pants.
They are so in for it tonight.