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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[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?

[Ferran smiles at the tug to his hair and looks up at Zetta.]

Am I? And what's that?

Oh, you know perfectly well. [And she refuses to rise to his bait. She now uses her grip on his hair to direct him, pulling his face up against her.]

[He lets her drag his face into position and then swipes his tongue in a broad, wet path.]

Mmmmn, god. That's more like it.

[Riley takes that as his cue -- as permission -- to start moving. He keeps the thrust slow, trying to keep himself from losing control already, but it's already so difficult with the show in front of him.]

[One Reynold on either end...it's perfect. He started this to see if he could compel Zetta to be more interested in him than in baseball, but now he's just enjoying the attention. He rolls his hips in time with Riley's thrusts and flicks his tongue over Zetta's clit in the same rhythm, like he's connecting Riley and Zetta to each other.]

[Riley's eyes meet Zetta's, and his hips snap a little harder, a little faster, without him necessarily meaning to. He just -- The look on her face, the satisfaction, the pleasure -- and the way Ferran is moving back against him... He groans lowly, his head tipping forward. He doesn't know how he could have possibly gotten so lucky.]

[Ferran's soft moan is muffled, but he hopes Riley heard it nevertheless. He's fairly sure Zetta did. He keeps licking with enthusiasm, broad swipes and then short swirling circles.]

[Zetta has both hands in Ferran's hair now, her hips rocking and twitching up towards his mouth with each ministration, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust and pleasure.] Mmmm, fuck... Yes, gorgeous, that... fuck...

God, you're both so -- [Riley's voice has a whine to it.] This is... I...

[Ferran wants to encourage Riley to go faster, but he'd have to take his head out from between Zetta's thighs to do that, and he doesn't want to. So instead he pushes back against Riley once, sharply, and hopes he gets the message.]

[Riley gasps, fingers curling into Ferran's hips as his own jerk forward in response -- and now that he's started, he can't seem to bring himself to stop. He keeps bucking, faster, harder, breath stuttering, short moans escaping him more and more.]

[Riley's cock is hitting him in the just the right spot and it's getting harder and harder to pay attention to what he's doing for Zetta.

This is supposed to be about distracting Zetta, though, not him, and so he drags his focus back and plants his lips around Zetta's clit and sucks almost like he's sucking the tip of a cock.]

[Zetta keens, her hips lifting up off the couch, and Riley doesn't know how much longer he can hold off.]

I... I'm... almost...!

[Ferran reaches behind him to brush his fingers over Riley's hip and encourage him to keep going.]

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