[Nero shifts, giving back Jason his arm, but only so he can slide his own hand past the waistband of those futurepants and massaging the bulge there, possessively. Jason ought to have both hands to properly pleasure Shrike, but he better still remember who he belonged to.
He leans his head over to bite on Jason's ear from behind, the smirk audible in his voice]
[that's a nice tease, but he looks at Shrike, and deliberately pulls her shorts and panties down as she speaks.
and then, immediately, pushes her legs wide. he doesn't strictly have to, but he wants to, still defiant, as he lowers his mouth over her, tongue brushing against her clit lightly, moving in small circles.
a hand traces up her thigh, before his fingers grip tight, pressed into the muscle just enough to elicit some pain. if he's gonna focus, he's gonna focus]
[Good boy... As a reward for his compliance, Nero shuffles his pants loose and starts to slowly stroke Jason's cock. He himself curls around Jason, letting both his legs lazily circle around him as he continues to nip his exposed skin.
Allowing himself a quick glance up at his wife, Nero murmurs,]
[wow, of course he’s good. What do you take him for, someone who does things halfassed? But with both hands free that does give him some more leverage. And he fully intends to use it, trying to keep his cool under this sudden change in attitude from both of them.
His cock twitches in Nero’s hands, sensitive and reactive, though he doesn’t outwardly show that. He’s got to focus, after all. His free hand reaches up between Shrike’s legs, grabbing her breast. While his tongue doesn’t let up, as long as she’s showing that reaction, he’s going to repeat those motions.
And add a lick along the sides of her folds, dipping inside, before returning his attention to her clit.
Also, it is way too hot for all of this, and to be fully clothed, he realizes.]
Or at the very least - he wants to get a reaction out of Jason. Put him in back in his place before he starts feeling like he wrested some power back just because he was making Shrike feel so good...
Grabbing him by the waistband of his pants, Nero hauls his hips up, throwing off Jason's balance so his back's arched out between him and Shrike, doggy-syle. Hopefully he's got a good enough grip on Shrike that he doesn't stumble, but he has faith in his husband's reflexes.
Nero yanks Jason's pants down as well, pulling them off roughly as he feels up the crevice of his butt. Giving another order,]
Tell me how much you want me t'fuck you while you eat her out.
[ her eyelashes flutter, and she bites down lightly on the inside of her lower lip to help focus—well, it's no good if she gives in too early, is it? and pushes his head a little further down with a pleased, quiet hum—
...and. oh. wow. that's—
—damn. Honestly when did Nero get this powerful. Her grip on Jason's hair loosens just a little bit just in sort of... startled fascination. ]
[luckily, Jason is pretty flexible. And very capable with balancing, keeping the shift in his center of gravity from causing himself to collapse onto Shrike. But then comes the order.
the lace starts to glow around his hands and his neck again, as he temporarily decides— it’s less important to show off, and his face flushes deep red with desire. He lifts his face from Shrike and tries to crane his neck, though he’s held in place by Shrike’s hand.
He doesn’t even consider keeping his cool, not as long as he’s got that question to deeply consider.]
I always want you to fuck me.
[his words are muffled, teasingly close to Shrike, but his focus is completely shot to hell for the moment.]
Especially when you’re like this. I’ll do anything.
[D-doki... Good thing Jason can't see his face get flustered because otherwise the illusion of top energy would be totally ruined. He has to take a second to bite his lip before his heart leaps right out his throat.
Nero sucks in a breath before starting to strip himself down. There's like NO LUBE IN REACH and Nero lent out his Feint so he has to hurriedly pay for it to be shipped right now.]
[the lace fades and he comes back to himself, flustered at the words that just came out of his mouth. They-- probably weren't his coolest moment when it came to sex.]
Well...
[he pauses, regaining his composure.]
While he's getting set up, where were we?
[with a tease to Shrike, though this time, instead of going back down with his mouth, he slides his fingers inside of her, rubbing insistently, as be places a kiss along the red imprint marks left behind.]
[No that was pretty much the hottest thing Jason's ever said.
Okay, delivery get. Nero's already pretty damn hard, he needs no more encouragement on that front - but he squeezes a generous load of lube into his hand and between Jason's cheeks. ]
I'll try not to distract you~
[Said mere seconds before plunging his finger inside him, already probing around to coax Jason's composure away.]
[ Well. Jason's not the only one having his composure tested; Shrike gasps audibly as his fingers slide inside her, at the kiss to the inside of her thigh. Unsurprisingly, she's already slick from being worked up, and she splays her knees a little wider.
Damned if she's not going to make an earnest effort, though. She slides her hand to the back of Jason's neck for better leverage, digging her nails into the skin there. ]
We'll, ah—see how long you can manage, at least...
[he's about to make some smartass comment towards her, same as always, when Nero's finger slips inside, and he dips his head with her motion, suddenly compliant.
his fingers don't stop, though he misses a beat that he quickly recovers by moving his mouth back over her clit.
but his breath is hot, and his rhythm more deliberate, like he's trying his damnedest to keep it together.]
[Trying so hard, huh. It's hard not to take that as a bit of a challenge - when he does slide his finger out, Nero doesn't give much warning before forcing his whole cock into Jason's still-tight ass.]
Fuck...
[Of course, he wouldn't want to jerk him around too much, or that might be less satisfying on Shrike's end. But he'll start to slowly pull out... draw it out for Jason, let him feel like he can keep it under control - before thrusting back in with a sharp snap.]
[there are so many things he could say-- and when nero pushes inside of him, he has to bite down a curse, and instead he gives a strangled cry of pain mixed with pleasure. and then it slows down, and then it--
yeah, he needs to use his hand to counterbalance, or every time nero thrusts, he's going to fall forward. Even at Shrike's comments, his eyes glance up at her. for him? it's a much less sharp look. no, he looks a little like he's in a haze.
and it's the need to fight for control that really pushes him forward.
that brief pause won't stop him, even if he has to catch his breath. he licks her more aggressively, teasing her folds, as he adds another finger and thrusts them in and out. relentless.
he's not going to be the only one losing his cool.]
[ well—yeah, she is definitely losing her cool here, head tilting back against the floor, both hands scrambling to lace themselves into Jason’s hair tightly. ]
[that lace starts glowing again, and his entire perspective shifts. And unlike previous orders, the lace doesn't stop glowing after a simple answer. And all the things that were getting to him before seemed so much more worth vocalizing.]
God--!
[he cries out suddenly, cutting off only with a moan, his body trembling slightly from the amount of pleasure he was in. His breath quickens, and he wants to bury his face in the ground, but is more turned on by the fact that he can't.
his fingers' rhythm is unstable aa he tries, tries to focus on pleasuring Shrike. He's not trying to hold back on her, but she can feel his technique turn desperate as his other hand finds purchase against the ground, knuckles white.
when he isn't caught in a moan or a sharp cry of pleasure as nero thrusts back into him, he's doing his best.]
[Oh, that was a good sound... a distant part of Nero feels just a tiiiny bit bad that he's exposing Jason like this, but far more of him is just too turned on to regret it. When would he ever see Jason tremble and moan so openly again? He wanted to drink it in, devour him in this tender, vulnerable state.
With a quick flip of a summoned knife, he tears the rest of Jason's shirt off of him so he can lean into that broad, muscled back and taste the sweat on his tongue - still heaving from being fucked. When he finds purchase with his teeth, he sinks a bite into the skin as he reaches his arm around to stroke Jason off as a reward for becoming so beautifully undone.]
[ Jason’s desperate obedience to not holding back has her undone, too; she can’t stop herself from moaning sharply, with each thrust of fingers and fumbles a little to brush her fingers through Nero’s hair—looking up at both of them through her pale eyelashes. ]
[he was practically panting. He hadn’t felt that undone... as long as he can remember, so enthusiastic about letting him know exactly how he felt— it ended up drawing attention to the sensations he knew he liked but tended to ignore, in favor of keeping himself under control.
He can barely see anything, feel anything outside the hedonistic lust. There’s coolness when he’s finally freed from his shirt. Then sharp, tantalizing pain that sends a jolt down his spine.
He recognizes Shrike’s cries as encouragement to keep going, and he’s desperate to not fail the one thing he still has some semblance of control over, lifting his mouth to use his fingers, his thumb taking the place of his tongue, with a trail of saliva left behind before he licks his lips.]
Nero...
[he’s breathless, and then he moans again as he strokes him. Twists and arcs despite himself— or because he can’t hold back, can’t resist the urge to press himself flush against him as his cock twitches in his hand.]
I— cant’t...
[he can’t hide his face but he can close his eyes, face flushed, sweat dripping down him. Nero can feel how close he is more than Jason can vocalize it coherently.]
[Nero nuzzles his head against Shrike's fingers as his pants over Jason's skin with hot puffs of breath. He can feel every naked spasm, the vibrations of his moans through his torso mixed with the sharp cries of his wife. It feels perfect, all three of them trapped in ecstasy together.
He's breathless as well, moans escaping him as that sweetness threatens to overwhelm what control he has left - hot, intoxicating. Just a little more... he grits his teeth and grunts,]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Re: 349 Night
He leans his head over to bite on Jason's ear from behind, the smirk audible in his voice]
I make no guarantees.
Re: 349 Night
to Nero: ]
Well, he is your husband, after all.
Re: 349 Night
and then, immediately, pushes her legs wide. he doesn't strictly have to, but he wants to, still defiant, as he lowers his mouth over her, tongue brushing against her clit lightly, moving in small circles.
a hand traces up her thigh, before his fingers grip tight, pressed into the muscle just enough to elicit some pain. if he's gonna focus, he's gonna focus]
Re: 349 Night
Allowing himself a quick glance up at his wife, Nero murmurs,]
How's he feel?
Re: 349 Night
[ her breath catches, and she falls back on one elbow, the fingers of her other hand curling even more tightly into Jason's hair.
it's clearly getting a little hard already for her to maintain her composure; her toes curl against the floor. ]
That's—he's—good.
Re: 349 Night
His cock twitches in Nero’s hands, sensitive and reactive, though he doesn’t outwardly show that. He’s got to focus, after all. His free hand reaches up between Shrike’s legs, grabbing her breast. While his tongue doesn’t let up, as long as she’s showing that reaction, he’s going to repeat those motions.
And add a lick along the sides of her folds, dipping inside, before returning his attention to her clit.
Also, it is way too hot for all of this, and to be fully clothed, he realizes.]
Re: 349 Night
He's jealous again.
Or at the very least - he wants to get a reaction out of Jason. Put him in back in his place before he starts feeling like he wrested some power back just because he was making Shrike feel so good...
Grabbing him by the waistband of his pants, Nero hauls his hips up, throwing off Jason's balance so his back's arched out between him and Shrike, doggy-syle. Hopefully he's got a good enough grip on Shrike that he doesn't stumble, but he has faith in his husband's reflexes.
Nero yanks Jason's pants down as well, pulling them off roughly as he feels up the crevice of his butt. Giving another order,]
Tell me how much you want me t'fuck you while you eat her out.
Re: 349 Night
...and. oh. wow. that's—
—damn. Honestly when did Nero get this powerful. Her grip on Jason's hair loosens just a little bit just in sort of... startled fascination. ]
Re: 349 Night
the lace starts to glow around his hands and his neck again, as he temporarily decides— it’s less important to show off, and his face flushes deep red with desire. He lifts his face from Shrike and tries to crane his neck, though he’s held in place by Shrike’s hand.
He doesn’t even consider keeping his cool, not as long as he’s got that question to deeply consider.]
I always want you to fuck me.
[his words are muffled, teasingly close to Shrike, but his focus is completely shot to hell for the moment.]
Especially when you’re like this. I’ll do anything.
Re: 349 Night
Nero sucks in a breath before starting to strip himself down. There's like NO LUBE IN REACH and Nero lent out his Feint so he has to hurriedly pay for it to be shipped right now.]
You wanna... test that claim, darling?
Re: 349 Night
also: damn. that's... very hot. ]
I think he's being clear, ah, that you should, saying something like that...
Re: 349 Night
Well...
[he pauses, regaining his composure.]
While he's getting set up, where were we?
[with a tease to Shrike, though this time, instead of going back down with his mouth, he slides his fingers inside of her, rubbing insistently, as be places a kiss along the red imprint marks left behind.]
Re: 349 Night
Okay, delivery get. Nero's already pretty damn hard, he needs no more encouragement on that front - but he squeezes a generous load of lube into his hand and between Jason's cheeks. ]
I'll try not to distract you~
[Said mere seconds before plunging his finger inside him, already probing around to coax Jason's composure away.]
Re: 349 Night
Damned if she's not going to make an earnest effort, though. She slides her hand to the back of Jason's neck for better leverage, digging her nails into the skin there. ]
We'll, ah—see how long you can manage, at least...
Re: 349 Night
his fingers don't stop, though he misses a beat that he quickly recovers by moving his mouth back over her clit.
but his breath is hot, and his rhythm more deliberate, like he's trying his damnedest to keep it together.]
Re: 349 Night
Fuck...
[Of course, he wouldn't want to jerk him around too much, or that might be less satisfying on Shrike's end. But he'll start to slowly pull out... draw it out for Jason, let him feel like he can keep it under control - before thrusting back in with a sharp snap.]
Re: 349 Night
[ oh, it's getting... really, really hard to keep her head.
her toes curl in, against Jason's calves, and her thumb traces the corner of his jaw. ]
Well—is this everything you wanted?
Re: 349 Night
yeah, he needs to use his hand to counterbalance, or every time nero thrusts, he's going to fall forward. Even at Shrike's comments, his eyes glance up at her. for him? it's a much less sharp look. no, he looks a little like he's in a haze.
and it's the need to fight for control that really pushes him forward.
that brief pause won't stop him, even if he has to catch his breath. he licks her more aggressively, teasing her folds, as he adds another finger and thrusts them in and out. relentless.
he's not going to be the only one losing his cool.]
Re: 349 Night
His breathing is hot and heavy, close to trembling with heady pleasure as he drinks in the sight of-- both of them.]
How's it feel, Jason...?
Don't hold back.
Re: 349 Night
[ well—yeah, she is definitely losing her cool here, head tilting back against the floor, both hands scrambling to lace themselves into Jason’s hair tightly. ]
Re: 349 Night
God--!
[he cries out suddenly, cutting off only with a moan, his body trembling slightly from the amount of pleasure he was in. His breath quickens, and he wants to bury his face in the ground, but is more turned on by the fact that he can't.
his fingers' rhythm is unstable aa he tries, tries to focus on pleasuring Shrike. He's not trying to hold back on her, but she can feel his technique turn desperate as his other hand finds purchase against the ground, knuckles white.
when he isn't caught in a moan or a sharp cry of pleasure as nero thrusts back into him, he's doing his best.]
Re: 349 Night
With a quick flip of a summoned knife, he tears the rest of Jason's shirt off of him so he can lean into that broad, muscled back and taste the sweat on his tongue - still heaving from being fucked. When he finds purchase with his teeth, he sinks a bite into the skin as he reaches his arm around to stroke Jason off as a reward for becoming so beautifully undone.]
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
He can barely see anything, feel anything outside the hedonistic lust. There’s coolness when he’s finally freed from his shirt. Then sharp, tantalizing pain that sends a jolt down his spine.
He recognizes Shrike’s cries as encouragement to keep going, and he’s desperate to not fail the one thing he still has some semblance of control over, lifting his mouth to use his fingers, his thumb taking the place of his tongue, with a trail of saliva left behind before he licks his lips.]
Nero...
[he’s breathless, and then he moans again as he strokes him. Twists and arcs despite himself— or because he can’t hold back, can’t resist the urge to press himself flush against him as his cock twitches in his hand.]
I— cant’t...
[he can’t hide his face but he can close his eyes, face flushed, sweat dripping down him. Nero can feel how close he is more than Jason can vocalize it coherently.]
Re: 349 Night
He's breathless as well, moans escaping him as that sweetness threatens to overwhelm what control he has left - hot, intoxicating. Just a little more... he grits his teeth and grunts,]
You can... come now...
[Who is he ordering? Yes.]
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night
Re: 349 Night