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[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,]

You can... come now...

[Who is he ordering? Yes.]

[ Really, well—she wasn't per se waiting for permission, but that's all the nudge she needs, tensing around Jason's fingers as she falls back against the floor, gasping out her orgasm.

Honestly, for something she hadn't expected to happen at all that was. Well. One to remember. New sides to... everyone, really, tonight. ]

[yeah, he tries to coax more out of her, but it's... well, it's obvious that he's at the end of his rope, and so, he comes soon after shrike, with a cry of pleasure that gets twisted in his throat as he presses his face lightly against shrike's thigh.

and it's soon after that, that the glow around his wrists and neck fades.]

[The sound of their cries burns through him, pushing him to release a few pumps later - he goes stiff, twitching with a pitched gasp as he empties out into Jason, and pulls out.

Ignoring the sticky trail between them, he collapses against Jason's back in a tired, content haze - reaching an arm out to fumble for Shrike and probably resting it on her thigh.]

hah...

[ she hazily reaches out, putting her hand atop his, and weakly sets the other one gently on top of Jason's head. her breathing's still slowing, but she's coming down quickly into pleasant afterglow, fully relaxed.

there's always the part of her that wants to hyperanalyze interactions immediately but she can, for now, put that away. ]

Mmmmmm.

[he pushes himself up and out from between Shrike's legs after a moment, but he'd content to lie on the floor for a moment. no need to move too much just yet, and enjoy the general soreness that came with these things.

but he's quiet, catching his breath, and probably making up time for how much he'd yelled and moaned.

though, he will point out,]

The ground's a new place for the afterglow.

[When Jason shifts, Nero kinda melts off him and onto the floor, which is significantly less comfortable than lying on his husband, or a bed. But, he's also too drained to move or complain. Still coming down from the high.]

S'still good.....

[ with a light teasing tone: ]

If y' need me to carry you to the bed, just wait... a few.

[he pauses, and pushes himself slowly up, pulling up his pants, and gathering his ripped shirt which he just.

repairs.

nerd powers are pretty good sometimes. for this in particular.]

I'd be spending so much on clothes if I was on any other unit.

[and then he stands up, throws on his shirt, and moves the 8 feet to the bed.]

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NoooOOOO...

[He's just whining to be annoying. When Jason moves, the invisible tether grabs him by the hand and just starts dragging him along the floor while he's all naked and gross. Ugh he has to begrudgingly get on his feet by the time he reaches the bed, to like. Not get smushed into the bedframe or something.

Just gonna crawl into bed and, as revenge, cuddle.

Fine, fine...

[ she rolls with it, coming up on one knee—wobbling a little bit because somehow her limbs have turned to jello—and hops up onto the bed. ]

...make room. This is my bed.

[he does make room, politely.

he just pulls out his phone, planning on reading quietly while they cuddle.]

Fair enough.

[Seeing the way Jason has already prepared for third-wheeling himself out of mandatory cuddle session, Nero glances at him, then glances at Shrike with a, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

It's time to pile on top of Jason. For bullying.]

You're not getting out of cuddling that easily.

[ heh.

well, as much as she was about to point Jason to the stack of books beside the bed (it's like twenty high, although most of them are slim poetry volumes) she can be roped into a conspiracy. for a good cause.

therefore she drapes herself half over both of them while reaching to grab a book for herself from the pile. ]

[what.]

... What?

Isn't it bedtime?

[he readjusts so its not so awkward with Shrike and Nero on top of him and feigns ignorance about what he was about to do.]

[Adjusts his arms and legs so he's snugly cuddling both his wife AND husband, twining his limbs with Shrike and resting his head against Jason's chest with a contented, sleepy smile.

Enjoy your books, nerds, he's about to pass out]

M'love you. Both of you.

Love you, too.

[ she rustles his hair a little bit, and thumbs carefully open to a page, one-handed, and then glances at jason. ]

Look, you're not the only one that likes to read in bed.

[he doesn't return the 'I love you,' though he does smile to himself a bit.]

I'm not as big on poetry, though.

And sometimes, my phone blows up for no discernible reason. So, I can't even look up where I left off online.

[ squints ]

Is that a colloquialism or should I be concerned.

First one.

Well, good, because I've reached my maximum for concerns for the day.

[ she relaxes her posture a little bit, still draped over Nero, head tucked next to Jason's shoulder, and settles in to read quietly. ]

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