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Eiffel's kiss comes with a haggard whimper as Jedao slides easily almost-out, slick but tight, his hips rolling helplessly in the husbands' iron grips, and then Jedao snaps back in and somehow it's no less intense, the gentle stretch feels so good and he moans against Hakkai, giving up all pretence of being able to kiss him when he can barely focus on anything outside of Jedao's cock inside him and Hakkai's rubbing against his own and he moves with Jedao's thrusts, riding them into Hakkai as his head drops onto Hakkai's shoulder as his whole body trembles with too-good-so-much-so-good pleasure and the anticipation of release.

Jedao gasps softly as he feels Eiffel moving with him. The noises both of them are making set something roiling deep in his belly, and he starts fucking Eiffel in earnest, deep and steady and hard, as heat ripples and cascades through him. His calves and neck ache as he presses close, driving Eiffel into Hakkai, close enough for a moment for Jedao to press a momentary, messy brush of a kiss to Hakkai's mouth over his shoulder, before their heights make the angle impossible again.

Hakkai catches Jedao's mouth for the moment they're in range, teeth scraping against his lower lip for a moment before he pulls away. Eiffel's riding hard down against him with each thrust, pleasure building and sparking up his spine with the rough weight against him.

"Harder," he gasps, half a plea and half a demand as his free hand clenches in Eiffel's hair. His hips ride up against each roll of Eiffel's body, urgent and hungry.

It's hard to find the willpower to set his own rhythm, but Hakkai's hand tight in his hair leashes his head in place and his hips grind down better - but the new angle shifts him just enough that when Jedao slams into him again it hits his prostate beautifully and his voice cracks at the force of the wanton yell coming out of him, raw and filthy with pure desire.

He does go harder, and faster, slick driving frenzied thrusts. He wants to fuck them both into the floor, he wants to fuck Eiffel so hard that his body forgets it ever held a ghost, he wants Eiffel to forget too because he can't think of anything but pleasure. Jedao sets himself into the right angle and just hammers him.

He's close sooner than he wants to be, but he doesn't slow down, or let up. He remembers, abruptly, to reach down and unsnap the fastener on the cockring just before he sinks his teeth into the meet of Eiffel's shoulder, hips slamming in again.

Their weight and the surging force of each movement press the breath out of Hakkai's body, leaving him gasping for shallow gulps of air. He could catch fire from the force of his wanting, from the heat trapped between their bodies, the friction of his cock sliding messily against Eiffel's belly, of Eiffel rocking against him with each of Jedao's thrusts.

He clings, overwhelmed in a sudden rush of emotion he couldn't begin to pick apart, on the precipice just shy of his own release: he's close, but he doesn't want to loose his grip on Eiffel's hair or hip, not even enough to reach down and bring himself the last tiny fraction over the edge.

Eiffel is so far beyond thought, he's just living right now in a haze of pleasure-hot-pain-too-good-so-much, his focus singularly on the points of contact: of Jedao sliding in and out of his ass, the force of him bottoming out sending lightning through his veins, the hot press of Hakkai's cock leaving lurid wet smears down his stomach, his own grinding into Hakkai's sending him fucking wild.

Then in motions so abrupt he can't even consciously parse them, teeth sink into his shoulder and the ring holding his cock suddenly snaps loose and it rips through him all at once like lightning, whiting out his mind and hips grinding with a lurch into Hakkai as he spills hard and fast against his stomach, the air knocked out of him by its intensity, by Jedao still pounding him so hard he can't even scream, just helplessly gasping through the most intense orgasm he's ever fucking had.

It's exact what he wanted; that scream of pleasure makes his skin feel tight and insides feel like molten gold. His own climax rips through him like colliding galaxies, eating stars, tearing each other apart, shining shining shining in the aftermath.

He half pants, when he remembers to, finally unclenching his jaw, nuzzling and kissing the red-white imprints of his teeth. Normally marking is Hakkai's kink, but Jedao can tell he's going to be feral about this one for however long the bruise lasts.

Eiffel's release splatters blood-warm over his stomach, and Hakkai can feel both of them shuddering apart above and against him; he slips his hand from Eiffel's hip, sliding it between their bodies to stroke himself quick and rough to completion.

His breath goes out in a soft, punched-out rush as it hits, his fingers clenching briefly tighter in Eiffel's hair before he sags in the aftermath. With unstrung muscles, he fumbles to reach up, to wrap his arms around his husband and his lover and pull them close. His messy fingers stripe Jedao's ribs with his and Eiffel's mingled come.

There are no conscious thoughts left in Eiffel's head: just his physicality, the sensations slowly flickering back into his awareness, of aching shoulders from holding himself up and the fresh burning-bite-aching-bruise sensation on one that makes him shiver when Jedao licks it, his core aching inside and out from how hard he got ridden.

Hakkai's arms around them makes his arms wobble a bit, and he half-flops into Hakkai's shoulder, kissing his neck more on exhausted, lust-dizzy instinct than real thought. He could very much fall asleep like this and he's pretty okay with that.

"You did so good," Jedao murmurs, muzzily, still pressing his cheek against the bite mark. "So perfect, baby."

Hakkai thinks he could fall asleep like this, too, perhaps. He turns his head, kissing Eiffel's face first -- his eyebrow, it turns out, since Eiffel's face is nestled down against his neck -- and then Jedao's forehead. It's less a sweet gesture and more the gesture of someone who's being comfortably flattened against the mattress and would have to do heavy lifting to move anything below his shoulders.

"You're both perfect," he murmurs, tone all lazy pleasure.

Eiffel barely registers their words, except for their fond voices sparking a dazed smile on his face.

And in his comfort he sort of half-forgot that he's the filling on this sexy sandwich, until he goes to push up a little, and he remembers very abruptly Jedao is inside him because the shift sparks movement against his prostate and a luxurious-too-good-oversensitive shiver rolls up his spine as he groans into Hakkai's neck.

Jedao trembles at the movement, and his half-muffled whimper against Eiffel's skin sounds impossibly loud in his ears.

"Fuck...stars...nnngh..." He pants for a few more breaths, tries to scrap a thought together. He could - stay, shockingly overstimulated and blissfully satisfied though he is. Some part of him thinks the idea is dirty in the very best way, just - just getting hard again, just like this -

Eiffel is probably going to be sound asleep in three to five minutes, though, and it'll be easier on him if he gets clean and stretches out a little by then.

"M'gonna -" Another kiss over the bite mark. "Gonna pull out, n'take care of you," he warns, before carefully easing his hips back, and also starting the hot water running in the bathroom with his augment.

A shiver takes Hakkai in helpless answer to their soft sounds of overwhelmed pleasure; he stretches a little under the lightened weight as Jedao pulls back, hearing the distant sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

"I could probably carry you to the bathroom," he murmurs to Eiffel. "Or--" glancing up at Jedao-- "you could bring a washrag...."

Another drawn-out whimper gets dragged out of Eiffel as Jedao pulls out, but when he's gone it's like a thread of tension that Eiffel didn't even realise was holding him up snaps, and he practically crumples onto the bed beside Hakkai with a soft grunt. Lying down is making him realise just how sore he is all over, but right now it's all a bit of a dull, pleasant ache under the thrumming afterglow.

"'m fine, honest." He flops a hand out to find Hakkai, giving him a gentle squeeze. "J'st gimme five minutes."

"He's definitely going to be asleep in five minutes," Jedao confides to Hakkai. "Maybe two."

He strokes a hand over Eiffel's back, as the water in the bathroom shuts off, and he floats in the warm washrag without leaving the bed, as Hakkai predicted/requested.

Hakkai laughs softly, squeezing Eiffel's hand in return before he pushes himself up on an elbow and reaches for the washrag.

"I agree," he says, flashing Jedao a teasing smile, and nudges Eiffel to roll sideways enough to let Hakkai wipe the mess off his belly. "But that's all right."

The nudge makes him roll onto his back, and he flops readily, sprawling as he lets Hakkai clean him up.

"Hey, who's fault is that?" There's no fight in him; he really can barely keep his eyes open. "'s'not my fault you guys are like. So good at fucking."

He is, he's dimly aware, going to be a mess of bruises when he wakes up.

"It's a little bit your fault. You're very motivating," Jedao murmurs wickedly, leaning over him for a soft, lazy kiss as Eiffel drifts off, reaching for the rag when Hakkai is done to very gently between Eiffel's cheeks.

"Besides," Hakkai says, "I think it's a compliment," as he hands the rag over and brushes a hand gently down Eiffel's chest and side, fingertips finding each of the red marks that are coming up into what will be spectacular bruises tomorrow. The gleam of light under his fingers is subtle, not enough to erase any of the marks; he's judging his healing at just enough to ease the ache, just enough for comfort.

He hesitates before reaching for the bite mark at the top edge of Eiffel's shoulder, looking up at Jedao with a silent question in his gaze.

The soft, soothing touch makes him hum from the quiet, delicious comfort, and when he feels the hand rest at his shoulder he finds just enough energy to catch Hakkai's hand and smush a kiss against the handful of fingers he grabs.

And then - yeah, his head lolls a little and he passes the fuck out, breathing soft and even and totally relaxed.

"Go ahead, Hakkai-shei," Jedao says softly, wiping himself off as well before sending the washrag back to the bathroom. He cuddles back up to Eiffle's side, nestling against him, listening to his deep, steady breaths as he sinks deeper into unconsciousness; once Hakkai is done giving him just enough healing for a gentler morning, Jedao reaches clumsily for his hand, to entwine their fingers together.

Hakkai presses a soft kiss to Eiffel's temple in answer to the kiss on his hand, then gently frees his fingers as Eiffel slumps into predicted unconsciousness and eases the last deep bite-bruise.

He nestles in on Eiffel's other side, taking Jedao's hand as he reaches out, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Three minutes," he estimates, and flashes Jedao a small sweet smile. "Good guess, Jedao-shei."

Absently, he kicks the still- caught slacks off his ankle, and nestles in closer. He's willing to risk Edwin bursting in for the simple pleasure of feeling them both curled against him as they subside into sleep -- this once, anyway.

"He's very consistent," Jedao says fondly, dropping a brief kiss on the curve of Eiffel's other shoulder.

Little does he know Edwin definitely did try to come in earlier - but he has learned to psychically knock first. Jedao will find out what he wanted to talk about tomorrow.

"Love you."

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reformedsinner - 2024-07-19 16:07 (UTC) - Expand