CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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Re: Liam/Marisha, Dalen's Closet

[(Anonymous)]

Oh boy. To quote our lord Taliesin, 'this is gonna be a little weird'. I don't usually do RPF but this cast is so lovely and have so much chemistry that I got a little shOOK(TM) tbh, and yknow, at the end of the day as long as we keep our fantasies to ourselves then we can allow ourselves some. As treat. So anyway, this is a combination of three prompts (this one for post- Dalen's Closet, another about character bleed, nd another for Keyleth/Vax rp sexytimesTM -- which, I shall be honest, I only kinda filled it just a little) and also the smut is the shortest part of this bc I got waaay into everything else, but hopefully that's enjoyable regardless!! Sorry for any silly mistakes n stuff.

Tags: Major Character Death, Afterlife, Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crying, Whump i guess!, Everyone's poly, a little bit of Poly Negotiation, Soft Gentle Dom Matt vibes, Character Bleed, Roleplay, Love, Kissing, Fingering, Riding, and ofc Cuddles!!!

fell in love with the fire long ago [Marisha/Liam, Marisha/Liam/Matt]

It’s been a while.

In the weeks following Dalen’s Closet, Marisha hugged Liam a fair amount and more often than usual and he furiously texted a happily mischievous looking Sam – whether to thank or curse at him was unbeknownst to everyone. (It was probably both.)

As far as stories went, it was understood by all that Keyleth and Vax’ildan’s was tragically beautiful because that’s par for the course of legendary love. But it didn’t feel like closure, that brief moment at Percy and Vex’s wedding. If anything, it made things muddy, and whatever wound that was still open felt pulled taut, still hurting.

It’s not entirely unusual for character bleeding to happen in this game, and that’s not entirely a bad thing. They are not just fantasy people, they are a part of them and human emotion is truly felt, especially in the intense moments. So it’s only too obvious those weeks later that although everyone else was satisfied with that one last moment with Vax, both Marisha and Liam remained shaken.

Then, it made perfect sense for Matt to arrange that they both talk it out to, at the very least, get closure enough to be able to move on. As much as it was possible, anyway.

Liam arrives shortly before Marisha, who was tricked into having a chill spa day with Laura so that Matt could have the house to himself to prepare it.

The corridor that leads to the offices and guest rooms is hidden, the entrance covered with a thick blanket.

“What have you been up to?” Marisha asks, a soft suspicious grin on her face.

“I have a surprise for you both,” is all Matt says, rubbing his palms together in excitement.

Liam snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Oh, we’re in trouble.”

They follow Matt through the house as he reveals it like a maze of his own creation. He pulls the blanket that’s in the way aside, and although the corridor isn’t much different, Marisha sighs.

“Aw, man,” murmurs Liam, watching the flickering of the light from the numerous candles. They’re not lit up by real flames lest it’d be a fire hazard (and Matt sure is good at handling those), but the soft glow it casts over everything from here on out provides the same comfort. The thermostat takes care of the warmth.

Marisha caresses Matt’s arm, holds onto Liam’s hand. “This is nice.”

“Well this is just for flair,” shrugs Matt, biting down a smile as he moves along until stopping in front of one of the rooms.

"Ta-da!"
He opens the door to what is a radically transformed space. What once was the extra, rarely used office, is an ode to nature, life and death. Hanging from the ceiling are faux tree branches and vines, the room brimming with strings of pearls, ferns and beautiful flowers scattered on the floor, inside white vases, wrapped around black feathers atop the makeshift dark cabin in one corner, the black sheets and blankets made of the softest of fabrics. The path of candles coming from the corridor ends close to the door then spreads all around the room to light it in that same comforting dull yellow glow, making the greenery look lively. The carpet on the corner is extra fluffy, and Liam takes off his socks to feel it.

Marisha squeezes his and Matt’s hands tightly, visibly swallowing.

“I figured you guys needed somewhere special to talk,” Matt says, a blush creeping up his face. “So.”

“I love it,” Marisha says, still looking around and taking the environment in. She chokes up, but her smile is wide. “Keyleth would approve.”

Liam squeezes her hand back, and with a deep sigh fixes his gaze on Matt. “This is amazing.”

Matt shrugs. “It’s nothin’.”

“No,” shunts Liam in earnest, eyes gleaming. “This is a lot. It’s wonderful.”

Matt nods, smiling softly. “Well then, I’ll leave you to it.”

Immediately there’s looks of surprise and confusion, and he gets pulled back before he can take so much as a step away.

“What?” asks Marisha.

“Why?” asks Liam simultaneously.

“Guys, I’m not gonna DM this conversation,” he chuckles.

Liam tsks. “That’s silly.” There’s a pause. He grins. “You’re totally going to do exactly that.”

“We kind of need you here, I think.”

Matt frowns, puts a strand of hair behind his ear. “You.. This is a moment for you to, y’know, get some closure, figure out what happens, decide a true epilogue that would make you happy. It can be written down now or later, but you gotta talk it out and I don’t–”

“You need to be here,” states Marisha, with a finality to it. “We’ve kind of been… Trying to gather up the courage, but we got sidetracked by life and distracted and honestly? Been avoiding even bringing up the subject.”

“We’ve not been ignoring each other’s texts,” adds Liam. “But we’ve also not not ignored each other’s texts.”
Matt blinks. “Jesus.”

“Yeah. We need you here, man.”

“You keep us grounded and you can make sure we don’t, y’know,” she clears her throat, awkwardly. “Break.”

“Yourselves or canon?”

She snorts, looks back and forth between the two men beside her. “Both. Probably, yeah, both.”

Matt nods. “Well, only one of those I’m precious about.” He winks.
They all let out a breath as Matt gives in. “Alright. What do you want me to do?”

. . .

Facing each other, Liam and Marisha listen as Matt sets the scene. They’re all sitting down in a cluster, but the two are underneath the blankets, partially covered under inside the pillow fort. There are extra blankets and sheets, and a set of those fake candles placed by them.

Matt had waited as they shook themselves, arms flailing, then rubbed their faces and took several deep breaths before finally telling him they were ready. He began laying down some possible ground rules, asking them questions, and offering some advice. They didn’t need to improv anything, he made sure to point out, even though it was highly unlikely that they wouldn’t, as it was second nature. It didn’t need to be anything other than a conversation, it didn’t need to be perfect, and they could change their minds later down the road. This was for them, a way to decide what was the end of Keyleth’s and Vax’ildan’s story before the outside world came crashing in and had any say about it.

Matt asks what happened after the wedding, when Vax returned to the grasp of the Queen of Death. They mention the visiting ravens, and raven tree, and Keyleth’s mourning process. Marisha swallows hard and admits with a scowl, as if she wanted to scold herself for even feeling it, “I think she felt jealous of Vex for a little while. Not of her happiness, though probably there was a little bit of that at first, but mostly of being able to close that chapter and,” she breathes out heavily. “Live most of the life she wanted.”

Liam only listens, nodding her along with a supportive caress of the hand here and there.

“I think there were moments after that when she would still feel insecure and have these… Intrusive thoughts about being a leader, about duty and being bound to something greater. And… I think she was lonely. Maybe, hopefully, not always and not forever, but.”

“At the very least,” Matt offers. “She was never alone. Her chosen family would keep her company and look after her, just as she would look after them.”

“Yeah,” she smiles sadly. “It’s just that she wanted the one company she couldn’t have.”

A moment of silence passes.

“What was the rest of her life like?” prods Matt, his voice as gentle and as kind as a summer breeze.

“Kicking a lot of ass, of course,” she answers. “Just, a lot of boss bitch ass kicking.”

Liam chuckles. “Yup, sounds about right,” he says, after not uttering a single word for a while now.

“And,” Marisha continues. “Besides that, just…The obvious, I guess. She is a great leader to her people and a great protector and– Yeah. I dunno.”

“Does Keyleth of the Air Ashari, Voice of the Tempest, Vox Machina alumnae, have a happy life?”
Another pause. Marisha closes her eyes for a brief second then nods. When she opens them again and speaks, her voice cracks, “Yeah.”

Matt rubs circles on her back as he narrates a summary of Keyleth’s extended lifespan, the adventures she went on, the issues she helped solve, the people she saved, the new friends she made along the way, the power and the love that grew exponentially inside her as time passed by.

“No marriage or– kids or–?” wonders Liam, once the room falls silent once more.

Marisha’s gaze meet his, her eyes unable to hold off tears any longer. “You weren’t there to have them with me.”

He closes his eyes and sighs, as if he knew the answer but still hits him with a wave of emotion to hear it out loud regardless.

Matt straights up his back once again and turns to him, focused and on task. “Besides doing the Raven Queen’s bidding, what does Vax spend the rest of his days doing?”

Liam keeps his gaze trained on Marisha’s face, and lifts up his free hand to wipe away another tear spilling from her eye. When he speaks, it’s in Vax’s voice and it sends a shudder through her spine.

“Waiting, of course.”

She leans into his hand, now holding the side of her jaw.

Everything goes quiet for another moment until Matt intervenes again, gladly steering them as needed. “So,” he says. “After a long, well-lived life of important deeds, of strong, though always kind, leadership, of fun shenanigans and healing, Keyleth of the Air Ashari walks into the raven tree she cultivated for years and years, shedding her material form and her duties as Voice of the Tempest. At her wake, her life is celebrated, and at the other side of that tree a dark figure awaits. To welcome her.”

Marisha chuckles a little. “This is so trippy.”

“Do you want to take a break or to stop?” asks Matt, hand still on her back.

“No,” she replies right away, sniffing. “God, no.”

“‘Kay. Let me know, yeah? Just say the word.”

She hums, nods. “Uh, ahem,” she clears her throat. “Is it– Is it him?”

Liam gives her a sarcastic look. Then, back into character, he says, “I run to her, ready to scoop her up in my arms but stopping myself at the last second.”

She smiles.

“Vax.”

He smiles back.

“Hi, my love.”

“I’m going to… Hug him as tight as I possibly can. For as long as I possibly can.”

They all sigh loudly, relief washing over them but only for a second.

“I pull back,” she says. “Are you gonna be the one to take me to where I’m supposed to go?”

He tenses up, heartbreak all over his face all over again. “If that is what you wish. I was hoping, however, that you would stay with me.”

“Oh,” she perks up, looking at Matt with furrowed eyebrows. “I can do that? Wait, can I do that?”

Matt leans back, nods in approval.

Taken aback, Marisha blinks, the tears subsiding briefly although her eyes have begun to look puffy and the crying is probably far from over. “W-what about– Is that allowed– Are you sure? I thought we would meet again for the real last time and I’d be sent to druid heaven or whatever.”

“You don’t have to,” Liam says, in Vax’s voice.

“Yes, I– Okay, yes, I want to be with you.”

As the surprise overtakes her for a few seconds, Matt jumps in again.

“You’re not… "He stares into the distance, collecting his thoughts. "It's tricky. Let's just say, you're not yet in the "main" space that is the Raven Queen's domain. To one side of you, there’s an endless sunny sky, with some clouds and lots of rainbows over a deep blue ocean. To the other side, there’s an endless night, with thousands and thousands of bright stars and an endlessly blooming garden. Vax guides Keyleth through the plains, and through hills and secret passages until you reach a homestead. A place where you can both talk and… Stay for as long as you need.”

They take a deep breath.

“Are you going to show me your home?”

“Well, I don’t have a mirror to give you, but I can show you where I have been living.”

Matt puts his hands on his chest like he expected his heart to bust out at that. Then his hands return to the small of Marisha's back and over Liam's knee.

“I will show around the house,” Vax continues. “There’s clearly vacant spaces, a lack of some decoration and furniture. I have been waiting for your input.”

“I’ll make flowers grow everywhere.”

He smiles. “I have a gift for you as well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t bring you anything. Although I don’t know if I would be able to.”

“That’s the thing with death, isn’t it? You can’t bring anything other than yourself.”

“Yeah, it’s just me.”

His thumb caresses her cheek. “How lucky I am.”

“I can’t believe we’re here, together,” she whispers.

“I will lead you to the backyard,” he says. “It’s the brightest, most beautiful place around. There, there is a tree in a really colorful garden. A very tall tree, with lots of branches and foliage. It is… full of life. I’ll say, I have been tending this tree for as long as I have been here. I’ve been waiting for you ever since that first day.”

Marisha leans forward, forehead to forehead. It takes a moment for her to wrap her arms around him, pull him closer and closer. She smiles through the tears.

“I missed you so much.”

[part I]

Re: Liam/Marisha, Dalen's Closet

[(Anonymous)]

[part II]

: : :

They travel through this plane of existence for several more minutes, time stretching as Matt instigates them to give their own inputs to the mystical house and its garden, confirming the gifted tree can of course be used as means of interdimensional travel without issue for an accomplished druid and her immortal love. He narrates as holding each other's hands tight as they take flight and watch a never-ending sunset, as they glide through waterfalls and dance not under but around starlit skies, feet touching no ground and bodies changing the very way the wind blows. They make multiple visits, to Vax's mother and to their friends, but Matt is intuitive and clever enough to save the details for a later date. In passing, his soft voice lullabies them into a hazy stupor and when he says they're back at that house, the one with the garden and the majestic tree, both Liam and Marisha take a few seconds to get back to the present, to real life.

"Is there anything else either of you would like to do?" Matt says, ever so quiet, a calm, reassuring presence by their side. His hand is being grappled by Liam's and his other one still sits on the small of his wife's back. He's good at knowing when to step back, but since they asked, since they insisted, he doesn't stop himself from making sure they know he's here, he's got them, he won't let them fall away. In his own mind, it feels like he's holding them both in his own bubble, protected from the world. He only has to restrain himself from pulling them to him, to get this over with so he can properly wrap himself in their warmth and feel for at least a moment he's safekeeping and preventing all danger at bay; he settles for breathing in and out, watching them both with wonder and understanding. He does not cry– or rather, he does, but only a little, a few tears here and there that he quickly wipes away with his shoulders.

Liam is the first to find his words, though his voice cracks.

"If– I kiss her, if she'll let me."

Marisha snorts.

He continues, "I love you, Kiki. I'm so happy to be with you again."

Some of the fake candle lights in the room go out. There's no sound, only a quick succession of them going offline, but nothing could distract them at this moment.

Marisha swallows, her forehead still against Liam's, and she turns to the side to look at Matt. Her voice and Keyleth's mix in the smallest of sounds with the weirdest of inflections when she says, "I kiss him."

Matt's kind, lovely face smiles. He gives her the slightest nod. "Okay."

She nods. And keeps nodding. To him, to herself. "Okay."

Once she turns back to fully facing Liam, she brings up both her hands up his chest, his neck. She holds his face, stares unblinking at his eyes.

"I love you," she murmurs, in Keyleth's voice. "Thank you for waiting for me."

And then, she closes up the distance between them and gives him a peck on the lips. And another. And another. And presses herself against him, blurring the any lines left with undeniable intent so he can feel it. He responds to the kiss for a second before shock finally hits and he pulls away, letting go of Matt's hand to hold onto Marisha's wrist as his other gently pushes her shoulder.

"Woah– What– That's–"

"Shit, sorry, I–"

He looks frantically between her and Matt.

"Okay," he starts, laughing with no humor behind it. He wipes at his face, begins trying to extricate himself from the bubble they made. "Maybe we should call it a night, huh."

"Liam, Liam, wait," Matt urges, reaching for him. "It's okay. It's okay, I promise."
He has a manic look in his face, like Vax got completely stripped away in a quarter of a second.

"I'm really sorry," he says, in a tone just a bit louder than the one they've all been talking. From his wide eyes, his hand on his chest as if he's trying to hold his heart, and another humorless chuckle amidst quickened breath, he looks pretty panicked. "Shit. I'm sorry. Holy-- fuck."

"It's okay," Matt keeps telling him. "Everything is alright, 'kay? Can I touch you? Hold your hand?"

Liam nods, lifts his shaking hand out. Matt catches it.

"Look at me, please." He does. "Breathe, in and out. There we go. You ok?"

Liam nods, chuckles again.

Marisha doesn't move in his direction, but she looks just as surprised with her own actions as he is. She blinks, drying tears on her cheeks getting replaced with a set of new ones.

"Sorry," she sniffles. "I didn't mean to spook you."

"Okay."

"I just– I just wanted to. Sorry."

A million emotions pass through Liam's eyes, though he does his best to keep a poker face.
"Wh--Okay."

"Listen, it's been a very emotional evening. Do you guys want some water? And then we can talk?"

"Yeah, I could use some water."

"No, before water, and please don't get me wrong– but what the fuck? I'm so confused."

"I'm sorry. I should've asked if that was–"

"It's fine," Liam affirms. "Really, you just got me wholly unprepared."

Marisha frowns, her gaze lowered. "We talked a out it. Once or twice."

"Risha…" Matt intervenes. "Maybe–"

"We talked about it," she repeats, firmly. "But it's not a big deal and we don't have to make it weird. I made it weird. I took full responsibility for making it weird. But, yeah, so. Now you know."

There's a pause.

Liam's eyebrows furrow even more, like he could make a line on his forehead turn into a question mark.

"I don't know shit, what are you talking about? You're not making any sense."

Matt clears his throat. And for all he can fake his confidence when needed he looks particularly shy as he barely makes eye contact and makes a defeated face as he mutters, "We have… talked about… How we would be okay with, uh, getting involved with you. For real."

Liam's eyes get impossibly wider.

"Oh. O-okay." He smiles, and it's so genuine Matt can easily look him in the eyes again. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You're not fucking with me?"

"No."

He nods, dumbfounded. "Okay. Okay." Then turns back to Marisha, "Why did you kiss me just now though?"

She huffs, running her hand through her hair. Liam does not stare at her strong arm– or rather he is very quick to turn his gaze back to her face.

"Because I– I don't know, man! Keyleth wanted to and I wanted to, I dunno! Whatever." She wipes away the tears still insisting on falling. "Fucking hell– I can 't stop crying this is so stupid it's not even real–"

"What do you mean it's not– Of course it's real."

"It's real enough," Matt adds, back to his duty of rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"No, it's not." She shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands. "It's not."

"Risha…" Matt gives in and leans into her, kissing her cheek and wrapping one of his legs around her in order to pull her close to his chest. She goes easily into his embrace and a mere moment passes before Liam's face turns from confusion to acceptance to not just excitement but gentleness and love and openness and understanding.

Matt sighs at the sight. Liam loves them so openly. It's irresistible.

"Some of it can be," Liam offers, slowly moving back in. "If that's what you were trying to do."

"It's ok," Matt insists. "You don't have to."

"Well, now I want to."

There's a moment of silence. Matt can hear his own heartbeat, slightly accelerated by the turn of events. Over Marisha's head he asks, voice raw with vulnerability, "You sure?"

Liam wipes away a fresh set of tears as he laughs. "Yes," he affirms, nodding, his grip on Matt's hand after it is extended in his direction, gentle yet firm. "I'm pretty sure."

And easily enough he snuggles in as Matt tugs him into his embrace as well.

After some time and another brief kiss, Marisha straightens her back, trying to pull herself together. "Sorry, I'm totally ruining this. Jesus." She sniffs, chuckling.

"You're not." Matt whispers, kissing her jaw.

Liam, this close now, holds her chin with the tip of his thumb and index finger.
"Hey, look at me. I'm a mess too, alright?"

It's not a lie. His face doesn't get as flushed, (though still very much red anyway), but his eyes are equally as puffy and teary.

She scoffs, anyway. "At least you didn't kill the mood. Any and every mood."

Liam laughs. An open, honest laugh. Then, as easy as breathing he kisses the corner of her lips.

"You didn't kill any moods, trust me."

And that's all it takes.
She barely extricates herself from Matt's arms before holding and pushing Liam down by the shoulders, all the way down to the floor. The layer of comfort provided by the blankets and duvets is not lost on either of them.

As she straddles his midsection with a sigh, leaning over languid like a cat, Matt, just as dextrous, stretches and grabs the tissues he left hidden in the corner and offers them up.

"Yeah?" says Marisha, taking a few and cleaning up her face and nose as best as she can muster. "Are my tears and snot super attractive?"

Liam holds onto her hip and waist and lets Matt wipe his tears away. It's so.. comfortable and cozy and domestic he feels his chest ache with yet another surge of affection.

"Please," he responds, conversationally, doing his best to ignore the giddiness the feeling of Marisha sitting on his hips and Matt laying down beside him causes. "You really think there's anything that can dissuade me from a powerful woman on top of me?"

She shrugs with a scoff.

"Don't feel that powerful."

"No?"

"I feel silly."

"We can cuddle and go to sleep, if you'd like. Right, Matty?"

Matt's whole upper torso is pressed against his side, and he's leaning on his elbow, his head on his hand. His gaze doesn't move away from his wife's as he states, nonchalant, "No. That's not what anyone wants."

Marisha nods.

"Oh." Liam turns his face in his direction. "You sure?"

He looks down at him, lips with the faintest curve of a smile. "Yeah. Pretty sure". Then adds with a wink, "Let's keep playing."

Re: Liam/Marisha, Dalen's Closet

[(Anonymous)]

[part III]


Hot bastard, Liam thinks, and does not say. Instead, his gaze flicks over from his eyes to his mouth and back up again as he says, "Okay."

Marisha takes a deep breath. Sweet as honey she inquires, "What do you want me to do with you, Vax?"

Underneath her, Liam shivers.

"Anything," he whispers. "Everything."

She leans down to close the distance between them again and this time when she kisses his mouth she's welcomed with open arms. She holds one side of his face, tilting her head just so, enjoying the little whine on the back of his throat she hears as soon as she licks into his mouth. He kisses her back so, so gently and slowly, sucks her bottom lip until she has to pull away before it bruises, only to dive back in again. She opens her eyes to watch Matt watching them in extreme proximity, his breath hot on their faces. His own is blushing in a pretty pink as he bites his own lip and barely blinks while his gaze shifts between them.

"Fuck," she groans, going back to the task at hand. She kisses Liam until they both run out of breath and it's Liam's turn to catch Matt's gaze.

Instead of cursing he moans and Marisha's hand on the back of his neck and on his hair tug, her mouth trailing wet kisses on his jaw and chin then meeting his again.

Eventually as they make out, Matt leaves the room in a hurry and returns even quicker, just in time to see Marisha take off her shirt.

"Oh my god," Liam groans. "Are we really doing this?"

In response, Marisha unbuttons his pants and Matt shakes the lube, condoms and bottles of water in his hands. "Yup," says Matt.

"Take your stupid clothes off," says Marisha.

Liam giggles hysterically and obliges; he's nearly done when he wonders aloud, "Not that I'm opposed to you watching, because yeah, that's hot for sure but… Is that– What are you– How are we gonna–?"

"You can keep the vest on," instructs Marisha absentmindedly.

Matt is now a deep shade of pink, and he doesn't say anything as he does exactly as suggested. "Well, uh," he clears his throat and goes back to where he was, kneeling by their side. "We have a few ideas."


: : :

First he helps with the condom; then he stays there on his knees and holds her with one arm as his fingers trace the shape of her body all the way down to her cunt. Fingering her is easy; he rubs her wetness until a knuckle is in, then another, and soon his entire finger slips right in. He waits for her to adjust, doesn't do anything as she opens her legs slightly and starts moving up and down with ease for a few seconds. He pulls out for a second so he can rub her lips with two digits instead and slip two of his fingers inside her, twisting it gently. This time, when she starts moving, her free hand – the one not holding onto his long hair as she breathes on the other side of his neck– reaches for Liam. She rubs his head and then matches the glide of the fingers inside her with the movement of her hands on his shaft. They move in tandem, echoing each other's moans.

"Fuck, okay," she says at one point, when Matt dares flick his thumb on her clit.

"Good?" asks Matt.

"Uh-huh," she answers, kissing him back just as fervently when his mouth meets hers.

After a little while, they reposition themselves back to how it was before, Matt lying down by Liam's side.

She lifts her hips and guides Liam inside her, eliciting another whine that soon gets cut off.

Once she's completely full and seated it's when she opens her eyes to find Matt making out with him like a man starved, with Liam melting underneath while simultaneously trying to stop himself from enjoying it too much, apparently.

He breaks the kiss to breath and manages to let out, "You don't have to. Matty, I understand if–" Only to be cut off again.

Their lips fit together and there's nothing but pure intent in the way Matt moves, gently pushing along with a swipe of his tongue.

He drags Liam's hand to the bulge on his underwear, and mutters, "Does this feel– like I'm kissing you because I have to?"

Liam blinks, flexing his hand. It's a difficult angle to work with but it doesn't stop him from starting, with long firm strokes. "Fuck." He moans, relaxing to the ground under the attention, allowing himself to enjoy the reality of total reciprocity as it happens.

Marisha holds one of his hands against her breast and rides him slow like retribution for how he teased and sucked on her tongue earlier. It all builds up as he keeps a firm grip on Matt's cock and mutters filthy promises between their kisses.

"You're both so fucking beautiful, I can't– believe– Nnnnngh–"

"Do you like that?" she asks, smiling as she leans down to whisper in his ear. "Or do you want me to go harder?"

He automatically pushes his lower half off the ground, thrusting into her and moaning loud.

"Fuck!" she yelps and then rides him harder when he lowers back to the ground. She barely raises up, choosing to move back and forth and around his cock, using him.

Matt has his forehead against Liam's temple, their sweat mingling as their labored breaths are almost in sync.

"That feels really good," he whispers.

"Shit," mutters Liam. "Yeah."

Marisha kisses his shoulder, his collarbone. "Missed you," she starts murmuring under her breath. "Missed you so much, Vax."

He grasps at her thigh, at her back, squeezing and pulling her closer. "Oh– Kiki, I–"

It takes a second, but he realizes the sob he hears is his own.

Matt takes the hand he has on him off and holds it against his chest, fingers intertwined, and he shakes his head, frowning in confusion.

"It's okay. It's not about me right now," he says, ever so kind. "Later."

Marisha gasps as Liam's hand on her thigh traces her skin until he finds and presses circles against her clit as she keeps moving, meeting every thrust. She's so close and so lovely bent over him her nipples occasionally touch the naked warm skin of his torso, sending ripples of pleasure through their bodies.

Her breath on his neck is hot and he can feel her face just as wet as his once more as she tells him, earnest, "I love you."

Matt gives him sloppy kisses on his temple, his forehead, helping to hold him together as he falls apart under them both.

"It's okay, it's okay. We got you."

"I love you," he says, voice. "I love you so much, please– I–"

"God– You feel so fucking good, Vax." Marisha keeps repeating. "Wanna see you come."

He nods in agreement, quivering in tandem with her, and she plants another quick kiss on his lips.

"Fuck– I love you so much."

She starts climaxing first, but soon he comes next when she says his name instead of Vax.

In the aftermath, they just hold each other as they come down from the high, catching their breaths. Matt cleans the sweat in their foreheads and chests first, a gesture so sweet they both sigh, content. He distributes tissues accordingly then, and grabs the bottles of water while they break apart, finally.

Neither reach for the water, but for him. He sets the bottles aside again, cuddling up to them once more.

Marisha holds onto his waist, half of her still laying atop Liam between them, and Liam has his arms around both their shoulders, hands on both their backs.

She is the one to break the silence when she says, "Okay." Then, more confidently, "Okay."

Liam looks down at her, her head lifting from its very comfortable spot on his neck, face tilted in her direction. "Love you."

As an answer, she gives him one more kiss before settling back to rest.

His gaze shifts to Matt. "And you."

Right away, Matt kisses his cheek. "Can you stay?"

A cheeky grin appears on his face, "Sure. You want me to sleep with you?"

Matt rolls his eyes affectionately, while Marisha giggles. "Yeah. We need to continue our conversation."

"Cool," Liam crinkles his nose and his grin gets wider, showing off a joyful dimple on his cheek. "Just checking."

- END -

Re: Liam/Marisha, Dalen's Closet

[(Anonymous)]

Oooooh, this is fabulous! I’ve just started C1 (thoroughly spoiled, no worries) and I can already tell ill be devestated if the campaign wrap up doesn’t rise to the standard you established here :D it’s so great!

Not op, kudos!