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

[capcious]

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

Comments

[inhonorof]

[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.]

[reformedcriminal]

[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.]

[capcious]

[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...

[reformedcriminal]

[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.]

[inhonorof]

[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.]

[reformedcriminal]

[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.]

[inhonorof]

[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...!

[reformedcriminal]

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

[inhonorof]

[Riley fumbles to take Ferran's hand, gripping tight as he ramps closer and closer to the edge -- -- and tumbles off it with a long, low moan, head tipped forward, eyes squeezed closed.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran feels a smug sense of satisfaction every time he makes someone else lose themselves to him, and this time is no different. That on top of the satisfaction from having Riley's cock up his arse has his own prick leaking.

But he has to finish Zetta first.]

[capcious]

[Zetta is still arched off the couch, chasing every bit of pleasure as much as she can. If she had the wherewithal, she'd be swearing, but her ability to connect words from her brain to her mouth is malfunctioning, so the noises escaping her are instead gasps and cut-off moans. The fact that Riley just came hasn't quite caught up to her yet -- She's far, far too close to her own orgasm for that. (But, god, Riley wishes he could kiss her gasping mouth, but he's still recovering, and doesn't think he'd get over to her in time.)] Ah -- ah! -- [(He was right, he definitely wouldn't have made it in time, because she's coming, and hard, he can tell by the way her entire body is going taut.)]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran continues to lick Zetta through her orgasm, which each touch of his tongue becoming more delicate and gentle as Zetta starts to come down. And once he's done, he looks up at her and smirks.]

What's the score?

[He wants to watch her have to look at the TV to find out, because she wasn't paying attention.]

[capcious]

[It ends up being one better than even that; Zetta doesn't look at the screen, but she does misunderstand -- Her mind doesn't even jump to the game.

She chuckles lowly, breathlessly.] I don't think that's fair to ask, given Riley didn't even touch me.

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran's smirk widens to a rare grin at her answer.]

I'm sure he'd fix that if you told him to.

[capcious]

[It's an uncommon sight, and while the sex was definitely great, she can't say it's the most exciting they've ever had. It makes her eyes narrow suspiciously. And then she catches up. Zetta rolls her eyes, plants her hand on Ferran's forehead, and gives him a push.]

[reformedcriminal]

[He lets himself fall back at Zetta's push, trusting Riley to catch him, and laughs at his victory.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley does catch him, reflexively grinning, partly because Ferran's laughter feels infectious to him, but mostly because they don't get to hear it enough, and it makes warmth fill him that they made him this happy. He presses a kiss against Ferran's hair.]

I see, so that's what you were after all this time.

[reformedcriminal]

[He shrugs, unapologetic.]

It's exactly the climax I was after.

Not that the rest of it wasn't marvellous, too.

[He takes one of Riley's hands and guides it to his own still-hard cock.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley nuzzles into Ferran's hair and starts stroking. Movement distracts him, though, and he glances back up to Zetta -- and finds her sliding off the couch, joining them on the floor.]

I suppose you deserve a reward, gorgeous. [She's lowering herself down, down, taking the head of Ferran's cock into her mouth and, god, Riley just came, but the sight of her glancing up at them sends a shiver down his spine anyway. She lifts one hand to grip his wrist, guiding it so he keeps stroking.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran tips his head back against Riley's shoulder and looks down at Zetta through half-lidded eyes. He spreads his thighs wider to give her more room.]

Mmmm...

I like this reward.

[capcious]

[Zetta can't resist making a smartass comment, so she pulls her mouth off of him and raises an eyebrow at him.]

I'd certainly hope so.

[... but at least she gets right back to it, even bobbing at a quick pace, and even during her snark, Riley's hand doesn't stop moving.]

[reformedcriminal]

[As much as Ferran wants to keep the banter going, he's already feeling breathless. Having both Zetta and Riley work his cock simultaneously has him close.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley loves this, all three of them closer, holding Ferran between them... making him laugh, making him happy. He deserves this, for everything he's done for them. Riley nuzzles into Ferran's hair so his mouth is near his ear and starts murmuring.] You're so beautiful... I'm so glad we can do this for you. I love you so much.

[reformedcriminal]

[When Riley says that, Ferran has the same unsettled and contradictory feelings he always does. Part of him wants to curl up with Riley and Zetta and bask in their affection. Part of him wants to leave the house and go find a total stranger in a seedy club to press him down on a dirty mattress.

He won't, because he promised Riley and Zetta that he wouldn't do things like that any more. If it were just his own safety on the line, it wouldn't matter, but he can't risk infecting them with something he picked up from barebacking with drug addicts.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley wants to say more, but -- He knows he shouldn't. Zetta's talked with him about this before, that he needs to be careful and keep from overdoing it. He doesn't want to drive Ferran away, especially... not with things like this. With just -- telling him how he feels about him. But... Just this much should be okay, right? It shouldn't be too much to say that, he hopes. He presses kisses against Ferran's ear, moving down slowly to kiss and suck at his earlobe, then further down to his neck.]