middaeg | It begins here in the silence [closed]

[ The way they're slotted together, Waver only has to shift a knee to press it against Flat's hardening cock.

He groans, punishing the bite with more of his own, pressing his tongue insistently into Flat's mouth. His head tilts, the angle of the kiss shifting, teeth scraping down the side of Flat's jaw now as Berserker pets him so nicely, familiarly.

Waver whines, nuzzling into his palm, which puts his face into the side of Flat's neck instead. In the meantime, he gives up on the buttons; his claws tear open Flat's shirt, and Waver presses his hot palms to the Witch's chest, nails scraping, fingers teasing nipples while his hips grind into Flat's without a trace of the usual restraint. ]

[ Berserker is trying his damndest not to buck into Flat's touch right now, to force himself to settle down. He doesn't want to come so quickly (and if he did so right now, it would make a mess out of more than just himself). He keeps petting Waver as he bites his lip. The sight presented to him is a lot to deal with, Flat's frustration making it that much more overwhelming. ]

Careful... [ The hand in Flat's hair comes to rest on the hand on his cock. ] Focus on Waver for now.

A-ah...

[ flat rocks his hips against waver’s knee as soon as it grinds against his hardening erection, the shock taking his breath away for a second. the feeling of teeth against his skin is again a dizzying sensation, and he moves his head to the side submissively for the turnskin to have more room.

cu’s words come from far away and yet also from so close, and flat can tell—he can feel the strain in his words as the dragon tries to control himself, guiding the witch to focus solely on waver.

well, at least flat doesn’t need to be told twice to do that, as he lets go of berserker’s arousal, the hand moving underneath waver’s shirt, his own nails raking lines into the skin of waver’s back. his breath stutters as the turnskin grinds his hips against his own, and flat himself finds himself grinding back with a slight edge of desperation. the feeling of those warm palms against his skin, the nails scraping down his chest and teasing him is enough to draw out another heated whine from flat’s lips. ]

W-Waver—more—

[ The rush of heat and sensation is near-maddening when he's already so keyed up. He yanks at Flat's shirt, even as he tries to shrug out of his own with Flat's help. He'd felt his pants being tugged on too, and they're so inconveniently tied, no button, he has to actually move to get them down. A problem for later.

Right now, he's mesmerized by the taste of Flat's skin, the feeling of the Witch's body heating up beneath his hands as they come around Flat's back to rake nails down his spine and try to push beneath the waistband of the back of his pants.

The way Flat's voice breaks with want is a rush of pleasure all on its own, the noise raking all the way down Waver's back and making his thighs tense.

He groans, and his teeth sink in suddenly where Flat's neck meets his shoulder. ]

[ Berserker's cock throbs as pre-come drools from the tip when Flat releases him. A little bit longer and there would have been a mess...He separates himself from the others, carefully slipping out from under Flat. He gets himself out of the last of his clothing, revealing the wound on his thigh, equally as bad, if not worse, than the one on his shoulder. Now he's in the same position he was before, though he keeps his hands off of himself this time.

Something about the way Waver bites Flat sparks an instinctual reaction. He growls as he looks at him; Flat is his to mark...Ah, this is what Archer was talking about when he say Caster marked by him, wasn't it? A petty, stupid reaction to a perceived slight. He wanted to be the one to leave marks on Flat and no one else was allowed to do the same. So as if to punish Waver for it, he bites his ear -- not too hard, but hard enough to make a statement. ]

[ the moment that waver sinks his teeth into his neck, flat moans rather loudly, his back arching slightly as the shock runs down all the way to his arousal. it's embarrassing even for him, and he bites down on his lip in order to prevent that from happening again.

in retaliation, he digs his nails into waver's lower back, grinding his hips up. he's one hundred percent willing to let himself enjoy this, to let himself drown in the pleasure--

and then he both feels and sees that reaction from cu. really? really?! on one hand, flat doesn't feel like he's worth fighting over in the first place, but on the other...

he laughs, breathless. ]

So now you're going to fight over me? Guess you guys--hahh--never learned to share, huh?

[ Waver arches eagerly in reply to those nails, the bulge of his cock hot and straining inside his trousers where he grinds it between Flat's thigh and hip.

He'd been so distracted, he didn't even notice Berserker leaning in, only vaguely registering that he'd even moved. His teeth are sharp, though, and Waver's ears are very delicate.

He yelps, pulling away slightly from Flat in immediate response, though his hands only tighten in the torn-open front of Flat's shirt. ]

A-ah... [ His ear twitches like a trapped butterfly between Berserker's teeth. The noise is startled but not entirely one of pain... ] Stop that!

[ Berserker's not entirely interested in getting Waver off of Flat, especially not after that noise he makes. There's something enticing about it. He doesn't let go of Waver's ear and gently tugs on it instead with low growl. It's not necessarily a need to dominate, but it kind of is -- he wants to show Waver who's in charge here and who Flat 'belongs' to. Stupid, stupid instincts.

He lets go over Waver's ear after a moment and settles in closer behind him, hands coming to rest on his hips. He stops short of actually pressing against him and joining in the grinding for the moment; he's still a bit too worked up for that. ]

...Shut up, Flat. Should I put your mouth to better use?

Should you?

[ unfortunately for both waver and berserker, flat is someone that can quickly compose himself, even with the scene that's unfolding on top of him. his breathing is harsh and his cheeks are still a deep red, but his gaze is sharp and mischievous. ]

You're making yourself the voyeur here out of your own decision. Do you really want me to ignore him for you because you don't know how to share? He might cry, you know.

Stooop...

[ Waver whines, a high-pitched noise in his throat. Berserker's growl right in his ear sends a shiver down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. It leaves Waver red-faced and panting when Berserker finally lets go. And annoyed. ]

Flat! Do you want me to bite you again?

[ he snaps at Flat, and suddenly uses the grip on either side of his shirt to shove Flat backwards hard. Without Berserker behind him anymore, it's just the blankets on the floor. ]

[ Perhaps a gag should be required for all activities involving Flat.

Berserker decides to leave Waver alone for the moment and turns his attention on Flat once again. There's a disturbingly determined glint in his eye as he sits near his head. The only reason he doesn't just sit on his chest is so Waver can still have his fun. He's had a chance to settle down a little bit, still hard but much less worked up. ]

...I should. Put your mouth to better use and suck me off.

Uwah--!

[ well, flat's definitely weaker in comparison to waver with his turnskin strength. he falls back with a very dull thud on the blankets, staring up with a blank expression. at least he slides down his pants farther down for waver—isn’t he generous like that?

then he turns to cu, exhaling out from his nose. ]

You know I'm right, Cu. I wonder if this is some form of censorship? [ sighing, flat leans closer to cu's cock, wrapping his lips around the head to give an experimental suck. ]

Edited 2020-01-18 12:33 (UTC)

[ shit. seeing Flat sprawled like this, shirt torn open and pants half down, with Berserker's cock in his mouth... It's certainly something. Something Waver never expected to see. It feels unreal, but higher thought is too much effort right now, and the sudden spark of jealous possessiveness is far more urgent than embarrassment or morals. He's never felt this way with Berserker and Diarmuid; with Diarmuid Bonded to both of them, Waver somehow thought it an equal exchange.

But Flat is Berserker's Bonded. Waver is the interloper here, and yet he also feels as though Flat is one of his own anyway, Bond or no. The knowledge that Berserker has a deeper connection in this moment without feeling the same is frustrating, sparking unpleasant doubt and insecurity.

Waver reaches down and finishes dragging Flat's pants off of him entirely. Driven by the incoherent, illogical need to make sure he has Flat's attention just as much as Berserker does when he's already working with a disadvantage here, Waver finds himself completely unrestrained.

He pulls Flat's knees apart, sliding down off of him entirely to rearrange their positions until he ends up on the floor between Flat's thighs. From there, he wraps his fingers around Flat's dick and, after a few cursory strokes, leans down to start sucking him with single-minded eagerness. ]

Edited 2020-01-19 05:40 (UTC)

[ A response to Flat's comment gets immediately cut off by a pleasant gasp. That's a much, much better use of his mouth. Berserker puts a hand on the back of his head, firm but not pushing him down; he doesn't want to choke him, after all. It's viscerally satisfying in the state to see Flat as he is now.

He can't even be too bothered by Waver's possessiveness right now. What a pointless competition...Monster instincts are a very silly thing to contend with. It does bother him that he's not the one pleasuring Flat, but not enough for him to make Waver stop. Flat's mouth around his cock feels too good to continue the petty fight over him right now.

At least physically. He decides to add fuel to the fire with words. ]

Good, Flat... [ The hand on the back of his head tightens into a fist, pulling on his hair. ] Do you want me to fuck you?

[ while flat doesn’t understand how these monster instincts work, he’s given no chance to really think about it either. berserker keeps him in place with one hand, and he works his tongue and lips to take as much as he can without hurting himself.

it’s a bitter taste, but the reward of hearing cu this riled up over him makes it absolutely worth it.

and if that wasn’t enough, the way that waver handles him with such roughness only makes him enjoy it even more. by the time that he’s undressed and exposed to the two monsters, he’s painfully hard, and even waver’s exploratory strokes make him buck his hips into his hands, followed by a muffled moan the moment that the turnskin begins to suck him off.

the praise followed by the rough pull of hair sends a shiver down his spine. the question, too, elicits a whine from flat—needy and hot, the closest thing to a ‘yes’ that he can give berserker while in this position. of course he wants his bonded, that much is obvious. but one of his hands thread through waver’s hair, gently playing with the ears in an attempt to not let him feel ignored. ]

[ It's difficult to tell whether the twinge of jealousy Waver feels when Berserker asks that is because he wants to be the one to fuck Flat-- or the one Berserker fucks instead. Or both?? It's confusing and annoying, that's what it is. Ugh.

At least the way Flat is petting his ears and hair feels good. Waver makes a low noise around him in approval, pulling back off his dick slowly, the flat of his tongue sliding over skin. He tongues the tip, the sensitive ridge just beneath it, and at the same time draws his claws up and down the soft inside of one of Flat's thighs. ]

[ He's so pleased by the sight in front of him. Flat sucking his cock is wonderful enough, but seeing Waver doing the same to him makes it that much better. Berserker bites his lip to quiet a moan as he gives in and rolls his hips into Flat's attentions.

It takes a moment for him to fight through the haze of desire and remember that he'd asked Flat about fucking him... ]

How do you want him, Waver? [ A concession. Instead of being so greedy and taking what he wants, he decides to offer a compromise. ] However you'd like...

[ flat manages to adjust somehow to cu’s movements, using one of his hands to help with whatever his mouth can’t reach. dividing his attention between his two partners is near impossible, especially when he feels such a burning heat at the pit of his stomach. but he tries. he tries because he wants the both of them, the same way that the both of them want him.

his legs are shaking with waver working his mouth between them. the way that his tongue rolls around the head makes him moan around cu, and the claws that rake down his thigh only add to the desperate desire to get himself off.

and yet when he hears cu’s proposal, flat’s eyes widen in shock, his face turning even redder than what he thought was possible. a mix of embarrassment and desire washes over him as he realizes what’s going on—and he can’t help but pull back from cu to make his own comment. ]

D-don’t just offer me like I’m a piece of meat!

[ he feels like a boiling kettle at this moment. any more and he might just pass out right there from the amount of emotions that he’s feeling. yearning, desire, embarrassment—all of that, unpacked in a manner that flat did not believe possible. ]

[ Waver's eyes look up through his lashes at Berserker's proposal in obvious surprise, and a little consternation. He pulls back (though his fingers wrap around Flat's cock as if to make sure he doesn't somehow forget while his mouth's not there) to stare at them both.

Flat's protest sound so startled, Waver can't help but let out a soft, sharp breath almost like a laugh in his own surprise. ]

Then what do you want?

[ He demands, fingers tightening slightly on Flat's dick and stroking slowly to smear around his spit. The scent of his arousal is so hard to resist in this state. Waver keeps his mouth off him but leans in close again despite himself, his breath ghosting over Flat's wet skin. His other hand idly scratches him again with that same casual possessiveness, leaving pink marks. ]

[ That's a better question, isn't it? Maybe he was being inconsiderate of Flat...that didn't bother him particularly. The faint marks Waver's leaving on Flat's thighs do bother him, that annoying possessive instinct bubbling back up. Berserker huffs out an annoyed sigh before the irritation passes quickly. His look turns predatory again, sharp teeth peeking out in a brief smirk. ]

Yes, Flat... [ He strokes his hair fondly. ] What do you want?

You two are--aah, god--[ flat arches his back, his toes curling as he feels the claws run down his thigh again ]--the worst.

[ he's practically panting now, pressing against cu's palm like he's desperate for any and all sorts of touches. the pre-cum beads from the tip and mixes with waver's spit with every stroke, his arousal twitching in the turnskin's grip.

he's being teased by the both of them, and what surprises him the most is that he likes it.

it's only a few seconds, but flat feels like it takes forever to find his voice again. ]

Either of you...would be great. [ he laughs, breathlessly, despite himself. ] I like you both...after all.

That's not an answer.

[ Waver's fingers tighten. His claws stop, and curve and press, threatening to break the delicate skin beneath. The annoyance is sudden and sharp; that look in Berserker's eyes and all those gleaming dragon teeth make his heart race and his instincts scream -- fight or flight or fuck -- torn between his want for Flat and the deeply-ingrained knowledge that Berserker is stronger than him as a predator. It's confusing, and the frustration is starting to show. ]

Don't laugh!

[ It's not an answer. Berserker finds himself annoyed with it, if unsurprised. He leans down to kiss Flat, more tongue and teeth than anything. The taste of himself is still on his Bonded's lips and that is unspeakably erotic. He pulls away after a moment, licking his lips. ]

I'll fuck you like you want, just show me how you want it...You can still give Waver what he wants, too. Or will that be too much for you?

You—

[ his words are cut off by the harsh kiss, which he return with equal force—with an added hiss from the moment that waver digs his claws in further. it hurts, but in a way that isn’t unpleasant.

when he pulls back, he’s still giving cu a cheshire smile. ]

That is my answer. I like you both. [ he pauses. ] But you gave me to Waver, right? So I’ll go to him today because you two can’t play nice.

[ ...gave him? Waver scoffs. His claws prick harder, very slightly, and draw a bead of fresh blood, which he slowly leans down to lick.

This time, it's not Flat he's teasing. It's Berserker. ]

Flat...

[ Another lick, scraping his teeth against skin lightly this time, though not deepening the pinprick wound. The rush of the taste of it makes his blood race with a feral edge, a strange buzz. ]

Do you want me to... what's the word he used... fuck you?

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