[ At first, when Embry declares that Bucky’s run out of some arbitrarily decided time, Greer’s first thought is that he means to take over where Bucky’s left off — to lay her down, to spread her open and fuck her, claim her remaining orgasms for himself. When he doesn’t, she bites back a brief swell of disappointment — but in truth, what they’re doing today isn’t about her, not really. It’s about Bucky, and what Ash has sent them to do in his place, and how they can test his limits for themselves, bending without fully breaking.
But Embry’s fingers between her thighs are a temporary balm, soothing over her oversensitive clit, and Greer whines before she can stop herself, like all it would take is one word for her to ignore Bucky completely in favor of riding Embry’s hand, maybe going as far as to let Bucky lick the taste of her from Embry’s fingers when he’s through.
Instead, she only just manages to bring her knees together, to ignore the slick conjured by Bucky’s tongue making her skin sticky as she crawls her way down the mattress to settle into a kneeling perch at his waist. ]
I haven’t had a taste yet. [ And she wants one especially now, with Bucky’s cock swollen and twitching, Ash’s tie dark and damp and knotted around. Greer twines her fingers around the silk, first, giving it a brief, torturous tug so that the knot rubs just so against the underside of Bucky’s shaft, and then drops forward, hair falling over her shoulder to briefly shield her before she takes care to flip it back, letting him see her — letting them both see her.
She wants the view of them together, too, of Embry fucking Bucky’s mouth while she swirls her own kittenish licks around Bucky’s cock, committing the taste of his salt, his skin, to memory with a soft hum. She hasn’t even really kissed him yet, and she’s doing this — trying her best to swallow him down, head slowly bobbing over his hips as her cheeks hollow with the force of her suction. ]
[It'd be all too easy to lose himself in the kiss, in the unfamiliar feel of Embry's mouth against his. Their first, despite spending over a year in each other's orbit. But while he'd like to follow it up with claiming Greer's lips too, he knows that the decision isn't his to make. Not when Ash has given control over this evening to the other two instead.
So when Embry replaces his tongue with his cock, he doesn't fight it. Doesn't refuse. Instead, he simply tilts his head back, giving the other man all the access he needs. The look is returned with one of expectation, a dare wrapped up in the way he lets Embry slide deeper. Makes full use of the way that Ash had once taught him. His own ability to hold his breath for far longer than Embry likely realizes.
Or at least he would, if it wasn't for the feel of Greer's fingers on his cock. Her hair against his skin has him twitching, has him fighting to regain control over his own body. It's yet another tease, pushing him closer to snapping. And even when Greer finally wraps her lips around his cock, it takes everything in him to keep from ripping the tie free and taking what he wants from them both. What he needs. What they're both denying him.
He really wishes he could remember how to hate them right now.]
Gonna have to try a lot harder to live up to him.
[A rough response once he replaces his mouth with his hand. Metal fingers around Embry's cock, so his right can slip towards Greer instead. He doesn't want to hurt either of them. But there are still some risks he'd sooner avoid taking with her.]
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But Embry’s fingers between her thighs are a temporary balm, soothing over her oversensitive clit, and Greer whines before she can stop herself, like all it would take is one word for her to ignore Bucky completely in favor of riding Embry’s hand, maybe going as far as to let Bucky lick the taste of her from Embry’s fingers when he’s through.
Instead, she only just manages to bring her knees together, to ignore the slick conjured by Bucky’s tongue making her skin sticky as she crawls her way down the mattress to settle into a kneeling perch at his waist. ]
I haven’t had a taste yet. [ And she wants one especially now, with Bucky’s cock swollen and twitching, Ash’s tie dark and damp and knotted around. Greer twines her fingers around the silk, first, giving it a brief, torturous tug so that the knot rubs just so against the underside of Bucky’s shaft, and then drops forward, hair falling over her shoulder to briefly shield her before she takes care to flip it back, letting him see her — letting them both see her.
She wants the view of them together, too, of Embry fucking Bucky’s mouth while she swirls her own kittenish licks around Bucky’s cock, committing the taste of his salt, his skin, to memory with a soft hum. She hasn’t even really kissed him yet, and she’s doing this — trying her best to swallow him down, head slowly bobbing over his hips as her cheeks hollow with the force of her suction. ]
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So when Embry replaces his tongue with his cock, he doesn't fight it. Doesn't refuse. Instead, he simply tilts his head back, giving the other man all the access he needs. The look is returned with one of expectation, a dare wrapped up in the way he lets Embry slide deeper. Makes full use of the way that Ash had once taught him. His own ability to hold his breath for far longer than Embry likely realizes.
Or at least he would, if it wasn't for the feel of Greer's fingers on his cock. Her hair against his skin has him twitching, has him fighting to regain control over his own body. It's yet another tease, pushing him closer to snapping. And even when Greer finally wraps her lips around his cock, it takes everything in him to keep from ripping the tie free and taking what he wants from them both. What he needs. What they're both denying him.
He really wishes he could remember how to hate them right now.]
Gonna have to try a lot harder to live up to him.
[A rough response once he replaces his mouth with his hand. Metal fingers around Embry's cock, so his right can slip towards Greer instead. He doesn't want to hurt either of them. But there are still some risks he'd sooner avoid taking with her.]
Undo the tie and I'll show you what you missed.