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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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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.
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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.

It’s dizzying how easy it is to fall into the lack of sexual tension and abundance of chemistry. He breaks the kiss with a moan, Taliesin’s face fully flushed when she leans back to look at him. Matt’s head dips, a sheaf of dark hair on black jeans as his mouth teases at the lump of boxers pushing out of the opening he’s made. “Christ that’s not fair.” Taliesin groans, one hand hesitantly stroking the back of Matt’s head as the other finds Marisha’s knee. “You know I had zero intention of this when I came over.”

“I know.” Marisha answers, her grin stretching wider; “I just like making you squirm.” She laughs, but Matt only makes a soft guttural noise in the back of his throat. “And I’m pretty sure he really likes making you squirm.”

Confirming the assumption, Matt’s mouth closes around the fabric and his tongue drags over the firm length - eliciting another throaty moan from Taliesin.

“I’m thinking bedroom.” Marisha states simply, letting out a small, but unsurprised sound when Matt’s fingers reach up and brush along her inner thigh.

The hardest part of hefting Marisha up off the kitchen table isn’t the lift, her thin frame rests easily enough on Taliesin’s shoulder as he manages his way up to his feet, it’s losing that delightful heat of Matt’s mouth toying with his cock, dragging out the low boil of arousal. Still, he manages to carry her toward the bedroom, with only a little wiggling on her part - Matt quick at their heels.

“Better?” Taliesin asks, laying her out on the bed. The word barely escapes his mouth before it’s replaced with a sharp yelp of surprise as Matt presses against his back and pushes him down on top of her. “Matthew!”

“Roll over.” Matt’s voice dips to a soft, but self-assured tone as he perches at the foot of the bed and grapples once more at Taliesin’s waistband, fingers deftly popping open the button before giving a tug at the tight denim.

“Someone’s in a hurry…” Taliesin chuckles, feeling the small prickling of nervousness at the back of his mind. He looks up to Marisha only to see the blur of her dress as she shifts on top of him, one knee pressed against each of his ears. “Oh God… this… this is a thing.”

Matt grins at her, their eyes meeting for only a brief moment to acknowledge that yes, this was good. Then, he crawls onto the bed himself, wriggling on his belly up between Taliesin’s thick thighs and pinning the mussed pool of his jeans and shorts between his knees. “Slow.” Marisha says softly, laughing when Matt only nods in response.

She lifts up her summer dress, peeling it off over her head to give Matt a better look at Taliesin’s face as he noses against the slip of fabric between her thighs that dares to be called panties. “I think you’re familiar with this situation.” She giggles, reaching back to run her fingers through his hair, catching it around her knuckles and tugging hard to guide his face against the front panel.

“Uh-huh... “ Taliesin whines. It feels like he’s lost even though he knows exactly the steps to the dance. It’s an unexpected pleasure being pinned between them - one he’s slowly grown accustomed to when the situation calls for it. He noses up against the sheer cotton that covers her sex, inhaling deeply and letting it out with a small chuckle as Matt’s cheek brushes against the rise of his belly. “Tickles!”

“I know.” Matt purrs, purposefully rubbing the roughness of weekend whiskers against the pale skin before turning his head to replace the prickly scruff with his lips and tongue. “So sensitive here....”

Taliesin whines, but the sound is cut off with the shift of Marisha’s weight pushing down on his face. For every time he frets about putting his weight on top her - on top of either of them, really - she shows absolutely no restraint, her willowy frame resting fully on him in a way that’s both intoxicating and almost too much to handle.

Marisha leans forward then, she unhooks her bra and tosses it down to drape over Matt’s head as he lavishes affection on Taliesin's skin. Planting both hands firmly on the solid mass of their lover’s chest, a shudder runs through her as Taliesin’s tongue sweeps aside her panties and laps over her labia. A low moan draws Matt’s attention and he answers it with a teasing nip on Taliesin’s belly.

For a moment, it’s hard to tell who’s in control. Taliesin drinks in the warmth of her pussy, finding her warm and ready with the first sweep of his tongue - whatever she’s seeing clearly affecting her just as much as himself. Both of his hands find her thighs, one stopping to hold her fast while the other slides up her inner thigh and pulls her panties aside as far as he can before following the smoothness of her bare lips to the small swell of her clit. She’s definitely in charge always, the center of the little bedroom universe they’ve created.

Marisha squeals, her hips buck as a thick, indelicate knuckle rubs over her followed by the sweetness of Taliesin’s hungry tongue sweeping over sensitive flesh before pushing inside her. “Jesus....” The sound comes out a high pitched whine and her fingers flex to dig the points of her nails into Taliesin’s chest - he answers with an even harder assault, lapping and slurping at her heat, encouraging the roughness. “Take your pants of.”

Matt pouts at the thought of pausing the eager nuzzle and kisses pressed across the rise of Taliesin’s belly, but offers a nod and kisses his way down one thigh before struggling out of his loose pajama pants. He’s almost comically hard, and when Marisha gestures for him to come close again he knows exactly what she wants to see. He crawls once more between Taliesin’s thighs and hooks his hands under his lover’s knees - Taliesin whimpers and then moans against Marisha’s flesh. “Not yet…” Matt teases then, letting his thighs fall to a loud, aggressive growl.

Ruddy faced and shuddering, Marisha’s head lowers with a chuckle. “That was mean…”

The mischievous glint in his eye betrays his intent as Matt’s mouth finds the hard swell of Taliesin’s cock. Marisha grins, draws a deep breath and whispers; “Do it.” The order is hardly needed, Matt’s palm strokes lovingly along his warm sac and his lips slide up the thick shaft before taking it in fully.

Taliesin’s hands grip tighter at Marisha’s thighs, digging in fingertip bruises. For someone he always assumed had never had the unique pleasure of sucking dick - and he was polite enough not to ask so far, though curiosity often gets the better of him - Matt’s tongue knows the secrets to unlocking the most glorious sounds, sounds that come out merely simpering whining and moans against Marisha’s lips.

Her body shudders again, the sensation thundering down her spine as she tips over the edge - eyes locked on Matt’s face, watching him so intently focused on the act. In the back of her mind she tucks away the instinct to snatch a hair tie from the nightstand as he sweeps away his hair, tilting toward the side more for his benefit than her own. “You want to take him, baby?” She pants, voice dropped to a husky drawl.

Matt shakes his head and looks up to her with a wicked grin. Giving one final lap over the wet tip in his mouth, he crawls closer to her, his knees spread wide to straddle Taliesin’s generous lap. “You should,” he whispers,brushing a kiss against her lips. After catching her tongue, allowing her to taste the tinge of arousal on his lips, he adds; “he tastes… so good.”

Flushing hotter as he hears them whispering words he can’t make out, Taliesin loses focus on the wet heat that seems all around him - he laps, sucking her delicate lips as his fingers twitch across her mound, drinking in all of her desire. He can feel Matt’s cock sliding, digging into him maddeningly.

“Enough!” Marisha demands sharply. When she rises up, his face is damp and flushed red, he whines and grasps toward her again, incurring only a knowing smirk and shake of her head. He moves to push up on his elbows and Matt pushes him back down, a hand planted firmly on the center of his chest as he slides up higher - deliberately rubbing himself against the rise of Taliesin’s gut.

“Not so fast…” Matt breathes, lowering himself to brush a kiss on damp, eager lips. Taliesin’s response is full bodied, a hollow groan is loosed into Matt’s mouth as strong arms wrap around him and pull him down closer. “You too…” he giggles, a blush coloring his cheeks.

For a second, Taliesin thinks they’re easing up on him and letting the fervor die down. That thought is shattered when he feels Marisha’s fingers stroking down his cock and then guiding it against her precious heat. “Oh god…” He groans, cut off with another hot kiss, Matt’s hair draping down to block out all but his familiar face as Marisha sinks down on his hardness.

Matt moves first, his cock spreading eager wetness across his belly with each determined push. Then she rocks against him, driving herself down against Taliesin’s pelvis hard and quick. Their sound rises in odd symphony in the otherwise silent room; sucking breaths between kisses, delicate whimpers growling more feral with each stroke, and the rise of Marisha’s thready whine crescendoing to a loud jumble of words and syllables that may have once made sense but now only mean that things are going pretty damn good.

It’s Taliesin that comes undone first, overstimulated and pawing at Matt’s shirt, clutching at fabric until he breaks away from the man’s mouth to suck dizzy breaths. “There you go…” Matt pants, following it with a dominant growl that rumbles through his chest. “You’re so beautiful… just like this…” Matt’s body shudders, his shoulders tense under Taliesin’s touch, and he gives several short thrusts against the soft underside of his belly. He lets go with a bare whimper, determined to smear his seed entirely across that precious skin with each slowing push.

Marisha watches Matt’s back arch and shudder, the way his hips dig against their lover - so determined, but not without the tenderness that she doesn’t need to see his face for proof of. She can hear his voice, a low murmur of words she can’t quite make out as he kisses Taliesin’s face. That’s enough. She drives down against the solid expanse of Taliesin’s hips, both hands holding tight to him as she grinds down against the pulse of his dwindling cock inside her. It’s that moment that seals it, that moment that makes it painfully clear there isn’t a way they don’t work together.

Matthew shifts, his weight first sinking down against Taliesin’s torso and then rolling off to the side, Matt’s limbs wrapping protectively around him as he whispers sweetness against his ear. “See? See what you did? You did this…”

Taliesin whines when Marisha shifts off of him, wetness smearing his thighs - his body pleasantly thrumming with sudden kisses once more adoring his belly. Slender fingers dance across his skin, spreading Matt’s seed even further - for a second, he’s pretty sure she’s drawing a smiley face. “Damn it, Marisha…” he giggles, attempting and failing to shift away as she issues a playful swat on his thigh. “That tickles!”

“Our belly.” She answers, peeking up over the rise of pale flesh to show her smeared grin before pressing another kiss just below his navel. “Got it?”

Taliesin rolls his eyes and Matt’s teeth bear down on his ear until he relents; “Yes! Yes… fine. Got it…”

“That’s better.” Marisha purrs, finally inviting herself back up against his other side, pressing him between the two of them. When Matt reaches across Taliesin’s chest, she takes his hand and joins their fingers over his sternum. “Now… bathtime?”

“Then cake.” Matt adds.

“I just had cake…”

“You just had sex. Sex calls for cake.” Marisha grins, and then kisses his cheek.

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OP HERE AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY AND EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED ahhh thank you so much!! this is so cute i could cry and wicked hot, i love this, thank you thank you thank you ;w;

You are quite welcome dear Nonny. <3 It was a joy to write, even though my brain kept kicking me into thinking it sucks.

Aw this was so hot and cute ^^

omg so hot, so hot, i have a lot of feelings, jesus

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