CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:

Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation

Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.

I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:

"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"

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Comments

Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

I really appreciate the OT3 reverse-prompt above and thought I'd offer something similar but with Liam, my personal fave. Reply with your prompts and I'll do my best to write some little somethings!

Re: Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

bless u. Liam/Sam basically being an old married couple trying something new (in bed) and being ridiculous about it would be. amazing. (also i swear i'm gonna finish filling those M/M/T prompts srry for the wait)

"I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

This has taken way too long to fill, but the right idea didn't come to me until tonight. I'm gonna finish this tomorrow or the day after, but I wanted to get this first bit up cause I had fun with it.



The conversation happens after the first episode in the City of Brass, one of those stupid post-game talks when they really should be getting home to sleep but instead find themselves at a bar near the studio, trying to get themselves un-keyed-up enough to actually get a bit of rest. It's hard to sleep after a show, but a beer and a talk always helps, even if it means putting off the actual sleeping.

Sam makes some joke about slaves and chains and shades of a color which shall not be named, and then Liam, in a classic-Liam moment of foolish honesty, asks, "But, like... have you ever tried it?" There's a moment of quiet. "I mean, I haven't," he says, filling the silence. Sam's got that inscrutable look on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it. You know?" He fills his mouth with beer so he can't say any more.

It's not like they don't talk about sex - sometimes it's all they talk about. Sometimes it's all they do, if it's that kinda night. They're - what was it again? - they're beautiful beings expressing themselves freely or whatever, and neither of them has ever felt the need to stick to one gender or to one partner. Neither have their wives, fortunately, so it works out. It's a thing, but it's not a thing. And they've never talked about this, about control and the ceding of it and how Liam's always had that itch of curiosity in the back of his mind.

"No," Sam says finally, and Liam deflates a little, "I haven't tried it." He gets that shit-eating grin on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it," he echoes slyly. He lets the moment hang a little, then dramatically proclaims, "And then I walk away." and makes as if to get up from his stool. Liam claps his hand down over Sam's where it's about to press up off the bar. Sam's fingers twitch a little under his; his pinky curls up and around Liam's index finger. He sits back down and turns toward him.

"Seriously," Liam says. "You wanna try?"

"We're not in our 20s anymore, kid," Sam drawls. "One of us might pull something." He doesn't move his hand, though. Liam keeps the pressure going just a little. It feels good, in a weird way.

"We can still learn some new tricks." Liam pulls his hand back, swipes it back through his hair. "We'll do a podcast about it, really get the fanart flowin'. How about it?" Sam's grin would look demure if the guy was capable of such a thing. He angles his head, then nods.

"Yeah, okay. I'll pencil you in sometime for 'kinky shit'."

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

A month goes by after that. They're fuckin' busy, as always, and it's hard to find a night they can both get away. But eventually they find a mutual lull in their schedules, and they book up a hotel room. It feels sleazy, driving off to meet someone at a hotel, but even if they were just standard-issue fucking, it would be too weird at home - either of their homes. And this is going to require more time than your average after-hours studio blowjob.

Liam arrives first, not because he's especially early but because, as always, Sam is running late. It gives him enough time to pace around, to open every drawer. He takes out the Gideons' Bible and flips through the pages as he sprawls out on the bed, bare toes waggling. Someone's drawn two dicks on the corner of every page of Leviticus, and he can't help smiling.

He's reading the weird story about the fig tree when the door handle beeps, then turns. Liam claps the book shut and shoves it back into the drawer as Sam opens the door and steps in, shutting it behind him. He looks at his watch.

"Shit, sorry," he says with a pity-me smile. "How long've you been here?"

"Long enough to get real nervous," Liam admits. He sits up, swings his feet over to the side of the bed. Sam moves to sit next to him, sets his briefcase down.

"I brought something," he says, opening his briefcase. He's got director's binders in there, but from underneath he pulls them out and places them in Liam's hands. Liam stares for a moment, then wheezes out a laugh and topples sideways into Sam's shoulder.

"They have fur!" Liam shakes his head, shoving the glittery, cheetah-print-lined cuffs back into Sam's lap. "No, no, no. Absolutely not." Sam rolls his eyes.

"I tried to make a contribution here," Sam says with a sigh, and dumps the cuffs back into his bag. "What's your contribution, then?"

Liam sits up, tries to regain his composure. "I did actual research," he says. "Got some ideas. Some questions we need to answer." Sam takes his briefcase back to the door, toes his shoes off and places them next to Liam's.

"Ask away."

"Well," Liam begins. He clears his throat. "Who are you thinking is gonna be, like... the top here?" Sam scratches the back of his neck.

"I was thinking you would," he says after a moment. Liam nods, licks his lips.

"That works," he says. He looks over at Sam, who's standing awkwardly by the doorway now.

"Next question?" Sam asks. His pitch is a little high. He brushes his hands over his shirt, shoves them in his pockets, takes them back out again and crosses his arms, then recrosses them.

"Come sit here first." Liam pats the bed.

"Yes, master," Sam intones dramatically, giggling a little. Liam just stares, deadpan, until he makes his way over to the bed and sits, hands in his lap.

"I'm going to list some... activities, let's say," Liam says, trying his best to keep a straight face. "We'll answer 'want', 'will' or 'won't'. Okay?" Sam nods. "Okay, um..." He tries to remember the list he read - he really wants to be off-book for this. He starts with the obvious. "Bondage." Sam considers this for a moment.

"Want," Sam says, surprisingly softly. Liam feels a jump of anticipation.

"Want," he echoes. They both grin, and Liam can't help but giggle just a little. "Okay," he says, straightening out the line of his mouth, "Okay, pain - just in general." Sam angles his head toward the ceiling, considers.

"Will," he answers. Liam hesitates for a moment.

"Want," he admits. "Is that... would that be okay?"

"I said will," Sam responds with a shrug. "Not too much, but... a little." Liam takes in a shaky breath.

"Okay, specific types - spanking." Sam laughs at that.

"Will."

"Want. Um - slapping."

"Will."

"Want. Biting."

"... Want."

"Oh." Liam grins. "Want." He slides a hand back through his hair. "Um... nipple clamps?" Sam bursts out laughing at that. "Seriously."

"Uh..." Sam looks suspiciously at Liam. "Do you even have those?"

"No," Liam admits, "But answer it anyway, okay?" Sam considers.

"Will... I think? I'd have to find out."

"Me too," Liam says. They're both still shaking a little with repressed laughter, grinning at each other. "Okay," Liam says, trying to get composure back, "Okay, how do you feel about humiliation?"

"Eh, will."

"Won't," Liam answers.

"That works, then."

"Yeah. What about domination? Following orders?" There's a quiet beat.

"Want."

"Want." Liam runs his hand through his hair again. "Okay, I think I've got... cool, yeah. Um. Do you have a safeword?" Sam cocks a grin.

"Francois Bertrand Jean-Luc Australia", he intones in a shitty accent. Liam brings a hand to his forehead.

"For fuck's sake," Liam mutters. "Something serious, please?"

"Who says this has to be serious?" Sam retorts. "We can have fun with this."

"Okay, okay," Liam admits. "So if you say Francois what-the-fuck Austria, we'll stop everything. And let's have a pause word as well. For if you need to take a second." Sam considers.

"Hold," he answers. Liam nods.

"Okay," he says, "Okay, that's all we need to discuss." His hands fidget in his lap. "I guess now we... start. If that's okay."

"Yeah," Sam says. "Yeah, let's start." He looks to Liam expectantly. Liam swallows hard. This is really happening. Okay.

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

!!! I LOVE THIS ooomg i am so excited for this, i adore it, i adore them

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

KINK NEGOTIATION *hearteyes*

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

Liam breathes in, then breathes out. He stands up from the bed, because that somehow feels like the thing to do. Sam's still sitting there, just looking at him, eyes wider than usual. He licks his lips, takes a couple steps back to put some distance there.

"Take your jacket off," he says quietly. Sam's dressed nice - for the occasion, Liam supposes - in a shirt and tie and a brown sportcoat, which he shrugs off unceremoniously onto the mattress. "Not like that," Liam says, "You'll wrinkle it. Go hang it up." Sam nods, goes to the little wardrobe in the corner of the room. His hands are shaking as he puts the coat on a hanger inside. "Okay," Liam says. "Tie off next. Set it on the shelf there, by the TV." Sam fumbles with the knot, but the blue silk slips off his neck eventually. He folds it into a little bundle before placing it on the shelf. Liam swallows.

"Everything else off," Liam says. "Fold it nice and put it in the wardrobe. When you're done, I want you to lie on the bed. Face up." He'd planned this bit, but he hadn't really expected how good it would feel to give an order and have it fulfilled. It feels a bit like the magic of directing a scene, of working someone until they give their best performance, but there's an extra bite to it. While Sam undresses he takes purposeful strides to the shelf and picks up the tie, running it through his hands. It's nice; Sam has good taste, when he tries.

There's silence, and then the sound of Sam clearing his throat. He's sprawled on the bed in some attempt at a sexy pose, one hand stretched upward with the other on his hip and one leg bent at the knee, and it breaks Liam's composure; he chuckles despite himself.

"You think you're funny, hmm?" he says as he approaches the bed, pushing the sleeves of his black henley up to his elbows. "Funny boy." Sam's grinning right back at him as Liam strokes the inner thigh of his bent leg, but the grin turns to surprise when Liam slaps his thigh, hard. Liam waits a moment, watches Sam's eyes closely, waits for him to call 'hold'. He scratches his nails over the now-flushed skin. Sam gasps; his cock twitches. Liam slaps his thigh again, enjoys the echoing clap of the impact. Again he waits for a beat, giving his friend time to process. The beat passes. Sam's eyes are dark, hungry.

"Now, lie down properly," Liam says. "Hands over your head." Sam lowers his leg, reaches both arms up. "Good, good." Liam steps up toward the head of the bed, then leans down to press a kiss to Sam's lips. "I want to tie your wrists," he says, holding up the necktie. "Can I?"

"Yeah." Everything about the moment is soft, from the low volume of their voices to the pliancy of Sam's limbs as he binds his wrists together. He slips a couple fingers between the tie and each of Sam's wrists, checks it isn't too tight. With the binding in place, Sam's body is even more relaxed; when Liam looks down, the man's eyes have fluttered closed. He brushes his thumb down Sam's cheek.

"Does that feel good?" Sam nods. Liam runs his hand down Sam's neck, feeling the lovely roughness of stubble. He goes lower, runs his thumb around his nipple, then pinches it just a little, just to see his reaction. Sam exhales. Liam pinches harder, adds just a bit of pressure with his nail, and Sam full-on gasps. "I guess that's a 'want', then."

"Yeah," Sam says, sounding surprised. Liam digs his nail in a little harder. "Fuck," Sam grits out.

"Language," Liam warns, and gives his nipple a twist. Sam's torso arches.

"Sorry, Liam, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!" Liam holds the pressure a few moments longer, then lets go; Sam relaxes back down, panting. Liam brushes his thumb over the sore skin, a soothing touch. His hand drifts lower after that, moving down Sam's stomach toward his cock, which is hard and flushed. Liam's fingers run through the dark curls just above the shaft, then down along his thighs. Sam's hips arch up, but Liam's hand stays just out of reach of his cock.

"What do you want?" Liam asks, though the answer is obvious. He wants Sam to say it.

"Want your hand." Liam brushes just the backs of his knuckles up along Sam's cock, then pulls away.

"What do you say?" he prompts.

"Please?"

"Right answer." Sam groans as Liam's fist closes around his shaft, stroking loosely from bottom to top, then back down again. Sam tilts his hips into Liam's grip, doing his best to fuck the ring of Liam's fingers. "That feel good?"

"Yeah."

"Then what do you say?"

"Uh, please can I - have some more?" Liam pulls his hand away, slaps his palm down against Sam's thigh, the one he slapped before.

"Think harder." He runs his nails up the skin.

"Th - thank you," Sam murmurs. "Thank you." Liam's hand wraps around Sam's cock again, firmer this time. His thumb runs up around the base of the head, then over it, feeling a bit of wetness there.

"You like this, don't you?" Liam says as he keeps stroking. "Tied up, helpless, at my mercy... it's getting you off, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sam whines, "Yeah, I'm - I'm really close already."

"Dirty boy," Liam coos. He moves to the foot of the bed and shoves Sam's right leg open, leaning in to kiss at his thigh while his fist keeps stroking at a steady pace. The kiss turns quickly into a bite that wrenches a moan out of Sam's throat.

"Please," Sam gasps, "Please, thank you, I - " Liam bites down hard until he's sure he's left a mark, then looks up.

"You wanna come?" Sam rolls his hips.

"Please, please, Liam." Liam's strokes speed up, his fist tightening.

"All right," he says, "Come for me." With those words, Sam groans out, long and desperate, as he spills out onto his stomach. Liam watches him as he twitches and pants.

"Thank you," Sam gasps out as soon as he has the breath for it. "Thank you." Liam steps up to the head of the bed and strokes a hand through Sam's hair.

"Can you do just a little bit more for me? To get me off too?" Liam asks softly. Sam gulps, nods. He kneels up onto the bed, one knee on either side of Sam's shoulders, then moves forward to get at Sam's wrists, which he unties. He rubs Sam's hands a bit, making sure he's still got circulation, then guides them down to rest on the tops of Liam's thighs.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'll go gentle, but if it's too much, you tap my legs. Is that okay?" Sam nods, his mouth going slightly open. Liam runs his thumb along his friend's lower lip, then goes to lower his zipper. He pulls his cock out, flushed dark, the tip already shiny. Sam lifts his head just a bit, inviting him in; Liam presses a finger down on Sam's chin to open his mouth, then guides his cock slowly inside, only the head to begin with.

Even in all this unfamiliarity, the wet heat of Sam's mouth is well-known to him, and Liam pulses eagerly, the head of his cock slipping in and out of pliant lips. He places a hand at the nape of Sam's neck, fingers stroking the hair there as he fucks a little deeper in, the first few inches of his shaft now. Sam's tongue flutters along the vein at the bottom of his shaft, sweeps over the head - the guy's a damn good cocksucker. Liam knows from experience that Sam can take his whole cock, but he keeps it gentle anyway, rolls his hips just enough to get a good rhythm of motion.

"You've been so good," Liam murmurs as he pumps in a little faster. There's a thin line of spit dripping down Sam's chin; Liam sweeps it up with his thumb. "So good for me." Sam's sucking hard on every outstroke now, his tongue twisting around Liam's cock. "I'm almost there," Liam says, "Just keep - just like that, just like - oh - "

It hits him suddenly, and he barely has time to clasp his hand over Sam's in warning before his vision goes fuzzy. He hears himself cry out as if he's far away. His cock twitches in Sam's mouth, but the seal of his lips stays constant as Liam pours out. He takes a coupe gasping breaths, then pulls out of Sam's mouth carefully; his cock comes out clean, not a drop spilled outside Sam's mouth. Between his knees, Sam swallows, then smiles with swollen lips.

"Holy shit," Liam whispers.

"Yeah." Sam's eyes look sleepily peaceful, his mouth still stretched into a smile. Liam crawls off of him, back up to standing. He drops a kiss onto Sam's lips, then goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When he comes back, Sam's curled onto his side, eyes already closed. Liam runs the cloth over his friend's stomach, over his softened cock. He takes it back to the sink, rinses it, fills up two glasses with water.

"Hey," he says when he returns to the bedside with the water, "Sit up a second, bud. Drink this." Sam sits up a little shakily; Liam takes a seat next to him on the bed so he's got something to lean on. He lifts the water to Sam's lips; after a sip, Sam takes the glass into his own hands and finishes it off. Liam drinks his own glass in slow sips, letting Sam nestle into his side. Once the water's gone, he wriggles out of his jeans, then urges Sam back down onto the bed, spooning up behind him before pulling the covers over them.

"So," Liam says softly. "'Operation: Kinky Shit' seemed like a success." Sam shifts back against Liam and tugs his arms tighter around his waist.

"We're not such old dogs after all," Sam murmurs. He threads his fingers between Liam's. "Can we do that again sometime?"

"I'll see if I can pencil you in." Liam burrows his nose into Sam's hair. They breathe quietly for a few minutes, and then, together, they slip into sleep.

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

this was my prompt and!! i love this so much!! thank you thank you thank you!!

Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god you for their voice SO perfectly. There's so much I want to say about this but I'm to impressed to write it coherently.

The title itself is just something I can totally imagine sam saying, and of course Liam was the one to do the research, and the we're not young anymore line.... To me you just captured them so incredibly perfectly.

As far as the kink goes, A+ both pre and post convo. Hehe no complaints about the smut either, that's for sure!!

Just. Thank you.

AO3 link!

[(Anonymous)]

Whoops, this ended up way longer than I expected, but I got really into the kink negotiation and whatnot. And a piece about trying something new kinda has to take extra time.

Anyway, I've also posted this on AO3 here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8784283)! Hope you liked it :D

Re: Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

While I will always be OT3 in my heart, I would love some fluffy, smutty Liam/Sam snugglefucking.

"Into My Arms", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Hope you enjoy! Cross-posted to AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9087064).


lonely
come snuggle me

That's Amy's job, isn't it?

shes with her special lady friend
kids are at sleepaway
this house is fucking creepy come snuggle

What about my special lady friend? She needs my snuggles too.

tell q its an EMERGENCY SAM SRSLY :'(

Okay, I'll tell her you're a needy fuck.

fine by me everyone knows it

...

sam

SAM

sammieboy

Calm down kid, I'll be there in 10

see you in 30 then

Fuck you

ideally yes

Is that a promise?

stop sexting start driving fucker



It feels like an eternity, waiting for Sam. There are dishes to do, at least, and the place hasn't been properly dusted in months. But it's hard to focus in a quiet house. It's always weird when the house is without the sounds of children, the warmth of his wife. Family's something he's gotten very used to; without it he's lost, a marble rolling around a hollow box. It's sweet relief when there's a knock at the door ('shave-and-a-haircut, two bits').

Sam's grinning face warms the air, and Liam tugs him inside quick, presses him against the door, their lips meeting in a soft, familiar slide. Suddenly there's a chilly hand at Liam's neck - he squeaks, jerking back, then laughs.

"Little shit," he mutters, pulling Sam's hands between his own to warm them. He's always got cold hands, but they're soft, which makes up for it. They make their way back to the bedroom, hitting the lights in each room on the way.

Sam kicks off his shoes, then tumbles straight into bed, dragging Liam with him. All Sam's comfy clothes are ridiculously soft - Liam has no idea where that kid shops, but it must be somewhere wonderful - so when Liam burrows into his arms, he feels immediately soothed, that coil of tension between his shoulders unwinding palpably.

"Hi," he mumbles into Sam's chest.

"Hi." Sam's petting his hair - he knows Liam too well. The tips of his fingers smooth over his scalp, unafraid to touch the thin spots. Liam huffs out a sigh into Sam's t-shirt.

"Your wife gonna kill me?" Liam asks.

"Nah." Sam scratches lightly at the nape of Liam's neck. "She gets it."

"Good, cause she's fuckin' scary."

"Yeah," Sam says with that air of awe he always gets when he talks about her. If anyone was foolish enough to think this thing between the two of them diminished the love they had for their families, all it would take to disprove it would be to listen to Sam talk about his wife for five minutes.

They fall silent for a few minutes, just the soft rustle of fabric when they shift their grips on one another creating sound in the dark bedroom. Sam hums a bit, a little Sondheim because, again, he knows Liam too well. Nothin's gonna harm you, Liam's mind fills in, although Sam's not singing words, not while I'm around.

"Thanks for comin' over here." Liam curls his fingers into the hem of Sam's t-shirt, presses them to the warmth of his lower back.

"No problem, bud." Sam leans down to press a kiss to Liam's cheek; Liam turns his head to move into a proper kiss. He scooches up the bed, tugs Sam a little closer as they kiss. It starts kinda chaste, but Liam gets impatient, sweeps his tongue into Sam's mouth, presses fingers into the small of his back. Sam's got Liam's face cradled gently between his hands.

Liam remembers the first time the two of them kissed, how it was half in jest, a lewd display that was hardly pleasurable. This is far from that, a kiss just for the two of them, slow and deep. They've got time, one of the few instances where they do, and they have the luxury of taking it.

Liam's thigh presses between Sam's legs; Sam exhales and rocks ever-so-slightly into the pressure. He gives a graze of teeth at that, scraping along Liam's lower lip. Liam grins and flexes the muscles in his leg, gives him a little more. His hands slip below the waistband of Sam's sweats, just along the top of his ass.

"Mm." Sam's breathing's heavier now as he trails his lips along Liam's jaw and down to his throat. He's got a bit of beard going; it tickles the side of Liam's neck as he kisses at the skin, the nice sort of tickle. The sexy sort, not the ha-ha sort. Liam angles his head up, tangles a hand in Sam's hair. Sam's hands have moved lower, too; they scoop under Liam's t-shirt. He pulls his mouth away from Liam's skin long enough to tug the shirt over his head and toss it over the side of the bed; sitting up, he does the same for his own t-shirt.

Liam rolls onto his back, lifts his hips to wriggle out of his boxer shorts. Sam leans down to kiss him again, crawls between his thighs to hover over him. Liam scrapes one hand through Sam's hair, lets the other drift over the smooth skin of his back. Sam's hands grip his hips, then move in over his ass, and then his fingers hit silicone.

"Oh," Sam says. Liam grins wide, and Sam matches it, arching an eyebrow. "Someone's ready." Liam bites his lip, nods. Cleaning wasn't all he did while waiting for Sam's arrival. Sam runs his fingers over the flared base of the plug; he grips the bottom and shifts it ever so slightly, just enough to spark inside Liam. He pulls it out an inch, twists, presses it in; Liam moans softly, barely more than a voiced exhalation.

"You just gonna play with that?" Liam asks. "Or do you wanna fuck me?" Sam settles on his side next to Liam and begins to pull the plug out nice and slow. Liam sighs with the outstroke, lets his thighs fall open a little farther. Sam's eyes stay on his face; which has gotta look dumb, but there's a smile on his friend's face. Sam sets the plug aside, reaches down to run his fingers over Liam's entrance; he's nice and slick.

"C'mere." Sam's not a big man, not an especially strong man, but it feels good when Sam turns Liam on his side, wraps arms around his waist to haul him closer. There's cloth against Liam's ass, and then he hears rustling and the cloth is gone, replaced by firm hands and the hardness of Sam's cock pressing against him. Sam presses a kiss to the back of Liam's neck as he lines the head of his cock up between the cleft of Liam's ass.

Then he's sinking in, and god, it's been too long since they've done this, since he's had a cock inside him. He lets out a quiet whine; he wants it all, wants it all now, but Sam's going slow. He presses in a couple inches, then rocks a little, then a couple inches more, then pulls nearly out, all so gradual.

"Fuckin' hell, Riegel," Liam murmurs, "Just give it to me," but Sam acts like he doesn't hear him, takes his time. When he's finally sheathed completely inside Liam, though, it's worth the wait. Sam's breath is hot against the top of Liam's spine, and he feels stretched open and enclosed all at once, surrounded on every possible side. He melts into it, rolls his hips backward.

"Easy," Sam murmurs as he pumps in nice and slow. "Easy, bud." His arms tighten around Liam, lips pressing into the base of his neck. Liam's eyes slip closed as he lets himself relax into it and just feel the lovely stretch of Sam inside him. In, in, in - he lets out a low sigh that turns into a groan when Sam's cock finds just the right angle.

"Yeah," Liam whispers, arches into it. The room is silent but for the soft shuffle of the sheets around them and the huffs of breath that escape their lungs. He moans again, soft, half for the pleasure of hearing it. Sam's hand moves down his chest, over his belly, and wraps ever so gently around his cock. "Yeah," Liam says again, a smile spreading across his face. He rocks between the grip of his friend's hand and the press of his cock, both wonderful.

Sam's breathing harder now, the tempo picking up. He doesn't move his hips far, just drives into Liam, into the good spot, with short, sharp thrusts. His hand squeezes tighter around Liam's cock, and his teeth come out just a little, digging into the knob at the top of Liam's spine. Sam's free arm is wrapped tight around Liam's waist to pull him back onto his cock, and Liam goes more than willingly. He arches, reaches back to tangle a hand in Sam's hair. It's getting just long enough to curl around his fingers.

"C'mon," Liam keens. Sam's getting close, he can tell, and so's he. "C'mon, just like that." He does his best to press down into each thrust, although there's not much he can do all spooned-up against Sam except enjoy it. He reaches back to dig fingers into the swell of Sam's ass, urging him on with curses and moans and praise.

"Fuck," Sam hisses, "You feel - ngh." And that moment right there, that's one of the moments Liam loves to collect, those few moments where he can make Sam Riegel, master of gab, lose his words. Grinning, he clenches, ripples around Sam's cock. Sam moans unintelligibly and speeds the pace of his hand, fucks into Liam harder. Liam tips his head back, grasps at the arm Sam's got wrapped around him, and comes.

Liam's man enough to admit that the sound emitting from his mouth as he climaxes is something of a whimper. Right when it starts Sam pulls his hand off Liam's cock to wrap both arms tight around him, the way Liam likes to be held when he's coming. His cock keeps pressing into him hard, drawing out the pleasure until he's back, shuddering in Sam's arms, and then Sam's groaning loud into Liam's neck as he pours forth too. Liam squeezes his hands as they twitch.

As soon as Sam has the presence of mind to pull out of him, Liam turns over, panting, to face his friend. They both have matching lazy smiles. Liam wraps his arms around Sam and pulls him close, hooking his chin over the top of Sam's head. He presses a kiss into his hair.

"Can you stay?" Liam asks softly. Sam nods. "Good," Liam says and tangles his legs up with Sam's. They breathe softly for a few minutes.

"We're all gross," Sam mumbles, voice muffled.

"Don't care."

There's a pause. Sam's fingers play at Liam's lower back.

"Me either," Sam says. In the morning they'll clean themselves up and go back to life. But tonight they can lie together and get away from the world for just a little bit. That's the beauty of their friendship, Liam thinks right before he falls asleep.

Re: "Into My Arms", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

ahhh not op but this is so soft and sexy, i love it ;w;

Re: "Into My Arms", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Not op

Such fluff! Many cuddles! So sex!

Re: "Into My Arms", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Bless you for writing this, it was perfect.

It made me feel so warm and snuggly. I love that there was permission from their wives, and how Liam was the needy one. The whole thing was just lovely and sexy and warm.

Re: "Into My Arms", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

This is so sweet and precious!

Re: Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

thank you anon. how about liam/matt, something playful? i love how much liam clearly gets a kick out of messing with matt, e.g. with the shouting out filthy things right before matt has to speak to the start the show or npc names like purvon, as well as clearly being as in love with their dear dm as everyone at that table. (affectionate little shit liam ilh)

"Payback", Liam/Matt, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

It took forever to write this because I didn't have an idea, but then I got one and churned this out. It was a lot of fun! Hope you like :D


On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9333380

Here's the thing: Liam knows he's a little shit. He's very aware of this fact. Sometimes it's like there's a goblin in his brain that tells him stupid things to say. Really, the goblin probably travels back and forth between him and Sam, like some sort of best-friend foul-mouth disease, but all the same, he just gets these urges to fuck shit up, and he can't help but act on them. So he yells filthy things to try to break Matt, makes fun of the lore, flirts with NPCs, rushes headlong into danger, because it's fun and stupid and that foolish part of him says so. And he enjoys the hell out of it.

Matt does too, he knows it. He might sigh and shake his head at Liam, yet there's always the ghost of a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. But sometimes enough is enough, and apparently that sometime is right now, Liam having arrived uncharacteristically early at the studio and Matt having cornered him in a bathroom.

"I brought you a present," Matt says, looking shifty as he wraps his hand around something in his pocket. Liam takes a step closer, angles into his space.

"Yeah?" he prompts, brushing his fingers along Matt's forearm. Matt smirks and steps back. From out of his pocket he pulls what is unmistakably a plug, the shape curving forward at an angle and its form made of smooth pink silicone, which means Marisha must have picked it out. For him. For them. Liam licks his lips. "Oh," he says, "You shouldn't have." The look on Matt's face spreads into a grin.

"You're wearing this tonight," Matt explains. Liam's cheeks flush a little. "It's payback time."

"Shit," Liam mutters, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't excite him. He goes for his belt buckle, his zipper. It's not the first time he's dropped trou for non-bathroom purposes in this bathroom, but something about it makes him feel far more exposed than any time before as he slides his jeans down his hips.

"Turn around, now," Matt urges, twirling the plug in a circle. Liam nods and faces the sink, props himself against it with hands on the counter. In the mirror he can see Matt moving behind him, can see him reaching into his other pocket for a little bottle of lube. He spreads it on his fingers first and presses one inside Liam, because it's been a while and even just the one has Liam hissing at the stretch. Matt brushes his lips along Liam's neck as he twists his finger, grazes with his teeth when he adds another.

Liam bites back a moan when Matt crooks his fingers just right, lifts a hand to clasp over his mouth as his friend's fingers stretch him open expertly. The guy's as good with his hands as he is with his mouth. But it doesn't last long, Matt's fingers retreating as soon as Liam's relaxed enough to take the plug. Matt dribbles out more lube onto the surface of the plug, runs his fingers up and down its length to get it nice and slick. 

"Ready?" Matt murmurs. Liam meets his eyes in the mirror and nods. With that, he feels the cool head of the toy press against him and then in, slow until it hits home. The curve of the toy means that as Liam shifts he can feel the head of it rub against his prostate, sending a shiver through him. Matt's fingers play along the flared base of the toy. "Pink's a good color in you," he says casually, and Liam blushes for real this time.

"You're evil," Liam shoots back. He yanks his jeans up, does up the zipper and the buckle. Matt starts washing his fingers, a grin still on his face. "I've said it before and I'll say it again."

"You haven't the slightest idea," Matt intones as he grabs a paper towel to dry off his hands. Liam gives him a suspicious look.

"What does that mean?" Liam asks, but Matt says nothing, just goes to the door of the bathroom. "What does that mean?"

"Gimme a head start," Matt says as he turns the knob of the door and begins to slip out. "Don't wanna look too shady."

"Fuck you," Liam answers, but the door's closed already. He huffs and leans against the sink, then stands up abruptly as the motion presses the plug right into the good spot. He's half-hard already, much as he's trying to will it down. It's gonna be a long night. 

---

Liam begins to realize what the real game is here when they go live. Til that point it hasn't been bad. He sat down immediately when he got back to the set rather than milling about like he usually does, and as long as he stays seated and keeps still it won't be much of a problem, he thinks. He settles into the routine, part of which is his pre-air obscenity. Lucas starts the count-down, and Liam gives Matt a grin.

"Klatt-lover!" he shouts out just as Lucas gets to '2', and suddenly there's a buzzing inside him. It only lasts a second, but it still makes him gasp quietly and sit straight upright. He doesn't even catch whether Matt breaks or not, distracted as he is by the sudden vibration. He tries to play the gasp off as a laugh, but Laura still gives him a weird look out of the corner of her eye. And over at his table, as he delivers the opening to the show, Matt has on a wide, wide smile.

It is gonna be a long night. 

---

All's quiet for a bit. The party goes shopping, blows off some much-needed steam after all this Chroma shit. Scanlan and Grog get into their own hijinks, and Percy comes up with yet another invention idea that has Matt nodding in understanding and the rest of them shaking their heads, and Vex and Keyleth have a Very Serious Talk, and it all leaves little room for Liam to make trouble.

But inevitably they get in over their heads, and Vax being Vax, he ends up rushing into something stupid.

"Jenga," Liam stage-whispers, and the end of the word gets a little drawn out as the plug jolts inside him. He grips the edge of the table hard and shifts his thighs, trying to willpower his way into not having a boner right now. It works only partly.

Then Vax moves into the center of a combat scenario he's far too squishy for, and off the toy goes again. 

---

Liam gets the Sneak Attack rules wrong again, and for as long as Matt has to spend explaining how it works, the vibe is on. It only makes Liam more scattered, more confused, which leads to it being on longer, and by the time he finally fucking rolls his 7d6 he's breathing hard and sweating a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Laura whispers once he's done with his turn and all attention is elsewhere.

"Hot flash," Liam quips. "I'm having a change of life, okay?" Laura narrows her eyes, then turns to look back at her character sheet.

He gets another buzz for crosstalk. 

---

A short, soft burst for interrupting a Perc'ahlia moment.

A strong, sharp one for making fun of the name 'Purvan' again.

A series of buzzes for reckless use of Luck points.

A soft vibration that begins when he starts a heart-to-heart with Gilmore and rises in speed as he teases Shaun, building and building until he finally does a dramatic walk-off to avoid coming in his jeans.

At this point, Liam's not sure if he can't help himself or if he wants to accrue punishments. He's starting to think it's the latter when he teases Matt about an unflattering picture of him on the internet and receives a lengthy series of unpredictable bursts. 

---

By the end of the session Liam's wrecked. Laura's giving him serious side-eye because he can't stop moving, his fingers tapping on the table and running through his hair, his thigh jiggling, his hips shifting back and forth against the bench. It's been four hours, and he's been half-up for a large majority of that time, and an erection lasting longer than four hours is one of those things they warn you about, and he needs... he just needs. Needs something.

It's sweet relief when Matt asks if it's Thursday yet, even more so when his wink is turned just slightly toward Liam, enough that he knows it's for him. Liam's up from the table as soon as the broadcast cuts; he makes strong eye contact with Matt, who nods and begins to rise from his seat as well. Liam makes very quickly for the bathroom before anyone can try to talk to him.

Matt takes too long coming to the bathroom, because it would. It comes close to Liam just whipping it out and finishing himself off before finally he hears four knocks at the door and moves to let Matt in.

"You bastard," Liam hisses as soon as the door's closed again. He shoves Matt up against it, catches his mouth in a sloppy, hurried kiss full of teeth. "You beautiful bastard," he says again when the kiss breaks, "I've been - fuck." Matt's mouth curls into a lazy smile.

"That was the general idea." Matt digs the remote out of his pocket, the first time Liam's seen it, and it's like seeing his nemesis for the first time. Then Matt presses a button and Liam topples into his arms, the toy buzzing hard inside him. It's good, so good, but it's still not quite enough.

"Matt," Liam whimpers, "Matt, I need - your hand, your mouth, something." He's clinging to Matt's shoulders, panting into his neck. "Please, please, please, I need to come so bad."

"Well, when you ask so nicely..." Matt drops to his knees in front of Liam, and even that sight makes him press the side of his fist against his mouth so he doesn't moan too loudly. Matt sets the remote on the floor and turns his hands to unbuckling, unzipping and pulling Liam's cock out.

All it takes is the feeling of Matt's lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, the curl of his tongue. Liam digs his teeth into his hand, wraps the other hand in his friend's long hair, and comes hard, the buzzing of the toy against his prostate drawing everything out, making it sharper. He pours out into Matt's mouth as tears form at the very corners of his eyes. Matt swallows it all down, strokes the back of Liam's thigh. And when Liam's all done, he picks up the remote again and slowly eases the vibrations off.

When Matt rises to his feet, Liam tries to go for his zipper, but Matt takes Liam's hands and holds them steady.

"I'm all good," Matt explains. "Gotta get going." He smirks. "You can pay me back later." Liam starts to reach back to pull out the plug, but Matt shakes his head. "Keep it in on your way home. I'll let you know if I want you to wear it next time." Liam gulps.

"You're evil," Liam says again, but this time it's with a laugh. He takes Matt's face in his hands, pats his cheek firmly, presses a long kiss to his lips. He can taste himself on Matt's tongue.

"You love it," Matt shoots back when Liam pulls away and starts getting his clothes back in some order.

"Yeah," Liam admits. "It's pretty fuckin' great. Now go, Marisha's waiting." Matt gives Liam a nod and a peck on the cheek, and then he leaves.

"God damn," Liam mutters to himself as he looks in the mirror and fixes his hair. He counts to 20, then walks back out into the studio hallway. The toy shifts inside him as he walks. It's gonna be a long drive home.

Re: "Payback", Liam/Matt, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

not op but honestly, thank god for you, you are SO GOOD

Re: "Payback", Liam/Matt, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Not op. I can halfway see this happening and the reactions of the chat XD love the descriptions of all the times the vibrator got turned on :)

Re: "Payback", Liam/Matt, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

You deserve a really good comment about how well you wrote this and how incredible the slow build was, but my brain fell out my ear so I can't write one. Gaaaah!

Re: Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Liam/Laura/Travis

Teaching a (slightly older) dog new tricks.

Look I can't help it, there's so many interviews where Liam comments on how hot and awesome Travis' godlike body is, and how amazing Laura is and I just want all the porn (and also kisses and feelings, but mostly porn).

"Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

This took forever to get to, and I kinda took your prompt very loosely, so I'm sorry - but I hope you enjoy it anyway? :D

On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9814877


Liam's a man of a lot of feelings, and all his friends have their ways of trying to cheer him up when he's down. Taliesin brings him strange gifts - a tooth from his collection or a handwritten note in beautiful calligraphy. Marisha sends him links to lovely fanart. Matt listens for as long as it takes and responds with heartfelt advice. Sam makes him laugh til he can't not smile. And in this case, with thousands of people angry at him and the internet ready to claw him apart before Raishan can get the chance, Laura and Travis invite him over for a wine night.

The industry's kinda shut down for the holidays, so Liam's able to get away for a night to the Bailingham household. It smells delicious right away when he gets inside - they've made pasta and garlic bread, simple but comforting - and Liam's greeted with a hug and cheek-kiss from Laura, a big bear-hug from Travis and a hefty glass of red wine pressed into his hand.

"Thank God for the three of you," Liam drawls as he cradles his glass close. He takes a long sip, letting the warmth of wine flood through him, as he follows Laura and Travis to the dining room where, time was, they used to spend hours creating a world that once belonged only to the nine of them. Now, sometimes, it seems to belong more to the tens of thousands of strangers that watch them than it does to them, which is a lot of why he's here tonight.

They don't talk about the show, though, not during dinner. They all know what's going on - that Liam did what he thought was the right thing, that everyone collectively decided he fucked up, that he's been bombarded by disappointed fans. It hurts, the disappointment, far more than it should. But they don't talk about it, because there's nothing they can say that'll make things better.

Instead they debate stupid hypotheticals, they talk in silly voices, they make more fart jokes than three adults in their 30s (or, well, 40s, which is a whole other trip they are not discussing) should still be making. They drink a lot of wine and stuff themselves with food, and when it's all done they pile themselves onto the couch, Laura and Travis both curling toward Liam as if to protect him from a world that's always shown him its harsher sides.

"I love you guys," Liam murmurs, laying his head on Laura's shoulder and wrapping as much of an arm as he can around Travis' waist. His limbs are nice and loose from wine, his mind fuzzy where it's usually painfully sharp. Laura presses a kiss to his temple. Travis moves closer, a strong arm curled behind Liam's back. "Could we...?"

He doesn't have to say much to make this happen, never has since the first time. That first time he broached the subject was complicated and awkward even though all three of them knew the score, knew their group of friends had started coming together in more ways than one. But now it's comfortable, and that's exactly what he comes to them for. They all need each other in different ways, and Liam needs the way they can close him in, make him feel safe.

"Of course, whatever you want," Laura says in her sweet voice, and Travis' hand brushes against Liam's stomach. Liam's tempted to start things right here on the couch, but the thought of their bed - big and soft and full of potential - gets him to his feet. His friends understand him immediately and move toward the bedroom.

Laura starts stripping on the way, never one to belabor anything, let alone getting naked. Travis keeps his hands on Liam as they walk; together they follow in admiration as Laura leads them, more bronze skin being revealed by the moment.

By the time they reach the bedroom, Laura's down to a pair of striped blue panties, which Liam moves forward to remove. Laura steps out of them and back onto the bed, tugging Liam along with her as she sprawls out. She pulls his T-shirt over his head before he settles down to lie beside her.

Laura's kisses are sweet and playful, bright brushes of lips and tongue. She loops one arm around his neck and moves the other hand across Liam's chest; he curls hands around her waist.

Travis moves in on Liam's other side and, with some reluctance from Laura to let go, turns him so they can share their own kiss, Travis' huge hands cupping Liam's face. Liam unbuttons his shirt, runs fingers across the imposing plane of his chest. Behind Liam, Laura's nuzzling into his neck and reaching around to undo his fly.

Liam's all too willing to wriggle out of his jeans and boxers, to accept the loving touch of his friends as they caress his newly-bared skin. Laura pinches his ass, makes him gasp into Travis' lips. Their hands surround him, ground him as they hold him close and run their fingers across his body. Liam veritably melts into their collective embrace.

Laura turns Liam back to her, reclaiming his mouth, and it's lovely now to seal his body up along hers, skin to skin, her legs tangling between his. He touches here and there - it's always a little nerve-wracking at first, even after some time, because for so long Laura's been harp music and longing and the odd nice dream, and to actually get to touch her like this is still astounding to Liam. So he brushes the backs of his fingers along her collarbone and ghosts his palm along her breast until Laura makes a frustrated noise against his lips and tugs his hand down where she wants it.

Laura's already wet, warm beneath his fingers, and the reality of the situation clicks in. He runs his fingers along her, up between delicate folds of skin, dipping in slightly to pick up a bit of moisture before he seeks out the bud of her clit. Laura moans into his mouth as he strokes a finger gently across and wraps her arms tight around his neck and back, arching into his touch. He starts slow, soft, nothing too overwhelming until he feels more wetness, feels her grind against his hand. Laura's reactions are as expressive in bed as they are at the game table, and Liam finds himself enjoying the process of rubbing at her more and more firmly, charting the pitch of her moans, the tightness of her grasp on his flesh, the twitch of her muscles.

There's been the rustle of Travis undressing behind him, and now there's more warm skin-to-skin contact all up Liam's back as Travis presses against him, wraps big arms around him. He always feels so small with Travis in a way he doesn't with anyone else, and while it's not something he could have placed before as a thing he wanted, now he finds it wonderfully comforting and blisteringly hot all at once. Travis could snap him like so many twigs if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. Instead, it seems, he wants to kiss Liam's neck and run a teasing hand up and down his belly, just along the light trail of hair there.

Liam remembers the first time with them, how scared he was, how bad his hands shook. They're a couple intimidating in their gorgeousness - Laura's fierce beauty and Travis' gentle enormity - and he'd hardly been able to stop giggling the whole time, baffled as he was that they wanted him. And still, still it always feels like he's stepped sideways into some other universe, a place where their bodies are hot against his, where hands big and small roam his torso, his thighs, where thick beard scrapes his jaw and silky black hair flows over the pillow beside him.

"Fuck," Laura hisses, and Liam comes back to himself, feeling his fingers warm as Laura tightens her thighs around his hand. He keeps circling the tips of his fingers around her clit as she groans long into the crook of his neck. She's sensitive, more so than most, and in the past he and Travis have made a game out of timing how quickly they can get her to come. In this moment, Liam just enjoys it, the way she curls into him and pants against his skin, the flood of wetness over his fingers.

Travis seizes the advantage and rolls Liam over, this time not onto his other side but onto his back so he's sprawled between the two of them. Laura follows, collapsing halfway on top of him, while Travis shifts closer, his cock jutting into Liam's hip. Travis kisses his mouth firmly, the hand on Liam's stomach trailing down to the inside of his thigh. Laura's straddling his other thigh, grinding vaguely against it as she kisses his neck, and he can just feel the soft skin of her hip brushing his cock. He tightens a hand around her lower back and deliberately shifts his leg against her, getting another pretty groan out.

"Look how pretty you are," Travis murmurs, running a thumb down Liam's stubbled cheek. Liam smiles at that, tilts his head and preens just a bit. Liam feels Laura's hair sweep along his shoulder as she turns to look at Travis. "You too, babe," Travis says, "But just look at him." Laura presses a finger under Liam's chin and tilts his head up. A smile curls across her lips as she gazes over him; her lips part as he grinds his leg against her again.

"So lovely," Laura coos as she runs a hand down his chest. "And you know when you look the prettiest?" Liam swallows, licks his lips. He can hear Travis opening the drawer of their nightstand, can hear the pop of plastic as a cap opens. He moans in anticipation, though no one's touching him yet, but for the light brush of Laura's thigh against his cock as she ruts at his leg. "C'mon, say it," Laura urges, and Liam knows he can't deny her.

"When he's fucking me," Liam whispers, and just then he feels Travis' slick fingers against his entrance. His gaze snaps over to Travis' face, to the smile behind his beard.

"That's right," Travis coaxes, and Liam's free thigh falls open as the tip of Travis' finger begins to press in. The guy's hands are preposterously big, and even a single finger is very nice, stretching him open. He strokes back and forth, and Liam lets his eyes fall closed for a moment. Laura's small, soft lips press a kiss to his eyelid, then to his cheek, the corner of his mouth. She's getting wetter against his thigh, grinding down quick in contrast to the slow press of Travis' finger.

A second finger presses up next to the first, and Liam exhales in a hard sigh as both push in together. Travis nuzzles at Liam's cheek as he twists his fingers inside him, beard catching on Liam's own. He can feel the heat of Travis' breath on his jaw, hotter when Travis grazes his lips along.

"You're so tight," Travis murmurs just next to his ear, and Liam bites his lip, nods, moans softly under his breath. Laura's moving against him faster as Travis presses in and in and in, his skin getting soaked as she works herself to the edge. She presses a kiss to him just before her body tightens against his; he curls his arm around her protectively as she shakes and twitches and bites down hard on his lip. When Laura's done, she pulls away, wide-eyed and panting, and buries her head in the crook of Liam's neck, her hand stroking down his chest.

When Travis bends his fingers just right, Liam lets out a moan, grips at Laura's shoulder, at Travis' forearm. The fingers inside him spread and curl, working him open deliciously, and it's got Liam bucking up against Travis' hand.

"More?" Travis asks quietly, and Liam nods soundlessly. The third finger that presses against him feels big, almost too big, but Travis presses his fingers together and eases inside Liam, spreading them a bit once they're in, which pulls a groan out of Liam's throat. Laura's pressing kisses to his shoulder - hard, bruising ones that he knows he'll feel later - and Travis has moved in to join their lips in a kiss that moves to the rhythm of his hand.

"Maybe," Laura muses when she draws back from sucking at Liam's collarbone, "We'll get his whole hand in you sometime. You want that?"

"Fuck..." Liam whispers against Travis' lips. The thought alone makes his cock twitch - Laura seems to notice by the way she runs a finger along the shaft.

"Not tonight, though, darling," Laura murmurs. "Tonight's not about pushing you. We just want to make you feel good." Her hand loosely strokes over the length of Liam's cock. "Isn't that right, babe?"

"Mmh," Travis answers into Liam's mouth. He gives a few more curling thrusts with his fingers, stretches them as wide as he can. "Speaking of..." he says when he pulls away from the kiss. Travis eases his fingers out of Liam, leaving him feeling empty, but it's tempered by knowing what's coming next. Liam's expecting Travis to roll on top of him, but instead the man sits up, moving back on the bed and propping himself up against the headboard. He pats his thigh. "C'mere."

"Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Liam rolls over to crawl up the bed to Travis, who, just as Liam's reaching him, wraps his arms around Liam and turns him around, guiding him into his lap. Liam sinks into Travis' arms, relishing the warmth of Travis' chest against his back, and lets his legs spread wide, knees bent upward.

"That's right." Travis keeps one arm wrapped around Liam's waist, holding him up a bit, as the other reaches down to guide his cock in. Liam's head tips back onto Travis' shoulder, his mouth dropping open as Travis' cock slides into him. Worked open as well as he is, it still opens him up even further with each inch.

"God," Liam grits out. "God, that's so - nnh." Fully seated in Travis' lap, Liam rocks back and forth, takes the moment to really feel Travis inside of him. Laura, who's been watching with a hand between her legs, now kneels up and moves close to Liam, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"See?" she says as Travis circles his hips, pulling out just a fraction before somehow seeming to sink even further in, "So pretty." She moves in to kiss Liam with playful flashes of her tongue as he and Travis begin to move together. Neither of them can move too much in their position, so it's more of a slow grind than anything, but it's wonderfully comforting being wrapped in Travis' arms, surrounded on every possible side, and Travis' cock can press in unbelievably deep this way. With Travis behind him and Laura in front, tracing the lines of his torso with delicate fingers, there's no room for the world to get to him - there's room only for the three of them and for the pleasure they're giving each other.

"You feel so good, so fuckin' tight," Travis hisses in Liam's ear, and the praise spurs him on - he presses down on the cage of Travis' arms, trying to get leverage to really move into each thrust. Laura's hand has drifted lower to tease along Liam's cock again, still just tracing the shape of it.

Travis shifts just a little, and Liam shifts with him, and suddenly Travis' cock is pressing just right, sparking inside him, and Liam moans loud into Laura's lips. She bites down on Liam's lower lip and pulls away, observing his flushed face as she strokes his cock a little more firmly.

"You like that?" Laura asks, fake-casual like she's not dripping onto the sheets, like her husband isn't fucking Liam senseless.

"Yeah," Liam gasps, "Yeah, I'm - fuck, I'm so full -" Laura places a hand across Liam's jaw, looks at him with an appraiser's eyes. Her gaze flicks down to Travis' arms tight around Liam's torso, hoisting him up higher for a moment, down to where Travis' hips are pumping up into him. She bites her lip and rocks on her knees, then moves her thumb across to Liam's lip, pushing it slightly into his mouth.

"Not quite full," she corrects. "I think we could put your mouth to use." Her thumb presses into his mouth, draws a firm line from the back of his tongue to the front. He closes his lips around the digit, sucks as it slides out. "You want that?" Laura asks as she shifts backward, leaning back on her hands with her thighs spread apart.

"God, yes," Liam groans, and with that Travis pushes him roughly forward; he tumbles onto all fours right between Laura's legs. Travis' hand presses into his upper back, forming his spine into a curve that he's probably going to regret tomorrow, but that makes him feel very much on display - face down, ass up. And when Travis pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in, Liam moans loud into Laura's thigh.

Laura's fingers in his hair remind Liam of his purpose here, and he gets to work. Laura's already dripping, two orgasms in, beneath his mouth, and he laps it up eagerly, tasting salt and earth and a hint of sweetness. She strokes fingertips through his hair as he licks over her. It's hard to concentrate with Travis now pounding inside him - every few thrusts he gasps and curses against Laura's cunt. But with a hand at the back of his neck she keeps him where she wants him.

There's no room for thought now, only for sensation - for Travis' fingertips digging into Liam's waist, for the way his cock lights him up inside, the slap of his hips against Liam's ass. And there's the heat of Laura under his tongue, the thump of her heel dropping onto his back for leverage to grind into him, the beautiful sounds she's making because of him, because of them. It's the clearest Liam's head has been in a long time, and it's wonderful.

"Yes," Laura's mumbling as she arches into Liam's mouth, "Just like that, just - fuck, there, right there." She yanks at his hair, sending sparks from his scalp right down his spine to his core, but Liam just keeps doing what he's doing - he's always been good at taking direction, even as Travis is slamming into him from behind, rocking the mattress under all of them. Laura cries out, almost a sob as she comes apart, her thighs clenching on either side of Liam's face and her cunt dripping down his chin.

Just that is about enough to set Liam off, and then Travis presses forward along Liam's back, dipping a hand under his belly to wrap around Liam's cock and, sandwiched between his friends, skin and sweat and come and love all around him, he moans out, voice muffled, and lets go.

Somewhere in the haze he hears Travis' deep groan when Liam clenches around him, feels his friend come inside him. But very little is clear for a few moments, and then there's Laura cupping Liam's face, pulling him up for a kiss, and he goes easily, Travis' cock slipping from him. There's a pillow under his head suddenly, and then there's the huge warmth of Travis' body snuggling up behind him, bookending him with Laura pressed to his front.

Liam pulls Travis' arm tighter where it's wrapped around his waist - he marvels first at how big it is, and then at how very lucky he is. He tries to say this, but it comes out as an unintelligible mumble, and Laura just moves closer, tucking her head under Liam's chin.

"We've got you," Travis' voice rumbles. "Just lie here with us." There's a gentle brush of lips against the back of Liam's neck. He smiles, presses his nose into Laura's sweet-smelling hair, wraps his arms around her and does just that.

Re: Reverse Prompt - Liam/Anyone

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Liam/Taliesin
Liam gets pissed that Taliesin has Percy marry Vex, so Liam spanks him and fills him full of cum, Taliesin is masochist
+Liam has a breeding kink
++Taliesin begs Liam for it
+++Liam does this over and over for a week, till the next Thursday, and Taliesin's stomach is full of cum and everyone asks about it.