coatls | [closed] oh, whatever you do, keep it with you

[closed] oh, whatever you do, keep it with you

Who: elle, ferran, riley, zetta
Setting: sosufrey verse, pre-war
Summary: a catch-all post for pre-war threads of elle and the reynolds
Warnings: look at the chucklefucks involved and you can probably guess from there
Other: [gifs] [lyrics]

meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall
down by the gate
i got a secret that i might tell
it'll give me away

meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs
where they sat on the swing
soak up the color of the midday sun
while the ocean sings

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And you think that's going to dissuade me?

[Riley slowly massages his fingers in and out of Ferran, still blushing, still not entirely sure how exactly it ended up like this. He probably shouldn't be surprised, but it was just minutes ago, he was putting the water on for Ferran when he got home, and now...

... now, he's aching, and Zetta is looking perfectly leisurely, so there's no telling what's going to happen next or when.]

No, it just means I'm going to ignore your input.

[He's hardening rapidly under Riley's skilled fingers and moans again.]

[This seems like a good time for him to ask. Especially since he can tell what's left of his higher thinking is starting to slip away from him.]

What brought this on, anyway?

Do I need a reason?

[He smooths his fingers over the condom packet in his hand. Not yet.]

The truth is, the whole time we were out, I was thinking about you. Wanting this.

[It's a total lie; he spent most of the time out thinking very intently about clothes. But this is a moment for flattery.]

[Oh, no. Riley now feels his entire face heating up.]

I... I mean, no, you don't need a reason, but I just thought -- I thought you'd be... focusing on the shopping. Not...

[Riley would've thought he'd be used to it by now. Not Ferran's flirting, exactly, but... Living together like this, Ferran still wanting him, still coming home to them -- He knows it's possible that Ferran is exaggerating (bare minimum), but it's the idea of Ferran thinking about him all day... Yeah, he should definitely be used to it by now. But things have been going so well since they moved to Sanctuary Hills, he...

... he needs to stop letting himself get distracted and focus on doing better for him. Riley starts thrusting his fingers faster, crooking them slightly.]

[Ferran's breath hitches as Riley's fingers graze just the right spot. He takes a second to regain his composure.]

Stripping out of clothes all day...I wanted you there in the dressing room with me, being the one stripping me.

[Riley can almost imagine it... oh, god.

He needs to be closer. He just... He has to. He shuffles forward on his knees so he can press one hip against one of Ferran's, and reaches to smooth his other hand down his spine.] We should... go shopping together soon, then.

[Wait...]

I can't wait to squeeze into a dressing room with you.

[Ferran reaches over his shoulder to hold the condom out to Riley.]

[Zetta is watching them with rapt and very amused attention. As much as Riley doesn't actually want to risk getting caught -- well, he... He wasn't lying. He wants to be able to fulfill whatever Ferran wants. And this entire game is just proof of how easily he gets swept up in whatever Ferran's playing.

... so, he really wouldn't be surprised if it does end up happening.

Riley quickly reaches to accept the condom, almost dropping it instead in his haste, eager for it -- for the next step -- and welcoming the distraction from his realization.]

It... It'd have to just be us. I'd feel bad for leaving Zetta out and just... standing around waiting on us. [And he'd be mortified doing that with Elle.]

We'll do it during the World Series game. She won't even notice we're gone.

[While Riley is dealing with the complexities of getting a condom out of its foil, Ferran takes the opportunity to shift on hands and knees until his head is in Zetta's lap.]

[Zetta grins and combs her fingers through his hair.] And here I thought I was just the audience. Do I get to participate, too, then?

[The corner of Ferran's lips curl slightly in a smug smile.]

I decided that this is going to be dinner theatre.

[Zetta's eyes slide half-lidded.] I certainly approve of this change in plans. [She rewards him by curling her fingers, dragging her nails across his scalp.] I suppose there's something you need to do before the show can really start, then, hm?

[Zetta's nails along his skin feel good enough to make him close his eyes for a moment and savor the sensation. But he doesn't linger for long.

Ferran shuffles closer and reaches to unfasten Zetta's pants.]

[Pants unbuckled and opened, condom applied and slicked, Riley is ready now, but he has to shuffle on his knees to get close again. He moves up behind Ferran, but doesn't let himself have any contact except for a hand on his hip, because he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep any self-control otherwise.

He watches Ferran working on Zetta's pants, as Zetta rewards Ferran further by tightening her hold on his hair, her grin widening and sharpening, and his cock twitches. Oh, god. This really wasn't what he was expecting when they got home.]

[This wasn't entirely what Ferran had planned when he started this, but he's never been someone who gets fixated on holding to a plan. He saw the opportunity and went for it.

Ferran arches his back for Riley and raises his chin when Zetta pulls enticingly at his hair. He tugs at her pants trying to get them off.]

[Zetta lifts her hips so he can pull them down, her underwear sliding free with them. Her eyes flick to the TV -- the match has started, but honestly, she can't bring herself to care too much right now. She doubts she's missing that much.]

The question is, who gets to start first? Riley, or me?

That depends on how fast Riley can get it in me.

[He presses a kiss on Zetta's inner thigh by her knee and starts to slowly work his way up.]

[Riley's hand on his hip firms, and finally shuffles a little closer.]

I was waiting to find out when you wanted me to. But, if... you don't have something in mind...

I can multitask.

[Ferran says between kisses.]

And what I have in mind is for you to fuck me while I eat out Zetta.

[A shiver runs down his back.]

I -- No, I know that, I just meant what order... you wanted things in. But, I can -- It can be now. [He'd like it to be now. God, he wants him, and they're so close...]

If you've been waiting for an invitation, this is it. I want you now.

[He punctuates it with a swirl of his tongue on Zetta's skin.]

[That swirl gives her the impression she's not going to get hers until Ferran gets his. Her patience frays a little.] Riley, I swear to god, if you don't get in him right n --

[But Riley is already lining up after what Ferran said, and pushes in before she can finish her threat. He makes a low sound, his eyes fluttering.]

[Ferran pants against Zetta's thigh as Riley pushes in.]

Finally...

If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were teasing him on purpose, darling, [Zetta says to Riley, and the look she gets in return makes her snicker. It's doe-eyed, confused, but distracted and lust-hazed. She wishes she could take a picture to show Ferran.

Instead, she has to settle for tightening her fingers in his hair again and tugging.] Aren't you supposed to be doing something, now?

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