middaeg | It begins here in the silence [closed]

[ 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?

[ Berserker is not thrilled with this outcome; he hadn't even had to chance to properly fuck Flat when they Bonded. Now his competition (or what his brain views as competition) is going to do it before he can. That sets off a pang of anger and ... jealousy? in his chest. How annoying...

He bears his teeth at Waver's teasing. ]

...Fine. If that's what you want, Flat, take it.

[ He might be sulking. ]

[ the noise that comes from flat is something between a laugh and a moan. he laughs at berserker’s jealousy (he feels it in his own chest—it’s such a novel emotion that he can’t help but be interested), but the feeling of waver lapping up the beads of blood is too exciting to ignore.

he spreads his legs a little farther for waver, but looks up at cu with a grin on his face. ]

Go with Waver. Unlike you two I’m—[ his words are cut off by a soft whine, as waver begins using his teeth. focus, focus! ] I-I’m not a jealous person.

Now who's giving whom away?

[ Waver lets out a huff, almost a laugh, hot breath ghosting along the inside of Flat's thigh. ]

I'm not jealous, anyway...

[ He! is! not! jealous!

He absolutely is and he hates how it makes him feel. There's no sense in lying because he can't (or won't) hide the feeling from Flat. Berserker decides to be petty as always and moves towards Waver now. Settling in behind him, it's impossible to ignore the heat of his arousal so close to Waver's skin. He leans over Waver to whisper in his ear. ]

You never complain when I fuck you...

[ Carefully, he takes Waver's ear tip between his sharp teeth and tugs on it. ]

Who said I wouldn’t?

[ unlike the two idiots in front of him, flat feels featherlight. he even laughs over how the two react, breathless and shivering as he feels waver’s breath against the skin of his inner thigh.

he lets the scene in front of him unfold, suddenly curious to see how it goes. ]

[ Wow, Berserker... way to call him out!!

Waver actually lift his head up in a sharp, startled movement, ears trying to pin back when Berserker catches one between his teeth.

His fingers tighten against Flat's thigh accidentally this time, not hard enough to do real damage but certainly enough that his sharp nails can be felt clearly pricking soft skin.

He's blushing. ]

Sh-shut up! That's beside... the point...

[ He can absolutely feel Berserker's dick against his ass. ]

[ After one more less than gentle tug, Waver's ear is released. Berserker rubs against his ass, still slick with saliva from Flat's earlier attentions. It's tempting to just take what he wants, but he holds out for now. Berserker is more than willing to wait and distract the turnskin. ]

Is it? Your face betrays you...I will give you what you want if you ask for it.

[ Still petty enough to be a shithead, sorry. ]

[ flat hisses again when waver’s claws dig into his thigh again, gritting his teeth. it sends shocks up to his cock, that continues to throb for any sort of attention. he’s half-tempted to touch himself, but pushes the thought away—he has to be patient.

as patient as he can be with this happening in front of him, at least.

he laughs softly, reaching to pet waver behind his ears. ]

Come on, Waver, you don’t have to hold back. You’re really lucky, you know? You get to have Cú fuck you and you get to fuck me too.

[ The contrast between Berserker's teeth tugging his ear (that final little yank before he lets go sending a shudder through Waver and nearly making him yelp) and the soft touch of Flat's fingers stroking there moments after is already driving Waver wild.

And the scent of them both, arousal thick in the air, the hot and already spit-slicked shaft of Berserker's cock rubbing along his ass-- well, that's certainly not helping Waver keep a clear head either. He presses back on instinct, unable to help himself, a soft keening sound catching in his throat and suppressed the moment he notices it.

Then, of course, there's Flat in front of him, cock practically in his face and the scent of it making him lightheaded, with his own scent all over Flat mixed in and deeply satisfying as well. It's so impossible to deny them.

This is completely unfair!! ]

You're both... jerks...

[ Waver groans, rubbing his ass against Berserker, back arching like a cat's and tail up. He pushes himself up slightly, knees spread and braced against the blankets in a shamelessly obvious fuck me position even if he doesn't actually follow directions and ask for it like Berserker said.

With his head still between Flat's thighs, he can't resist giving him another couple of licks. Maybe it's to shut him up, too. ]

[ Berserker never said it had to be asked verbally -- the way Waver presents himself is a clear enough request to be fucked. It appeals more to his mindset right now anyway; there's no room for misinterpretation with such a clear signal. He's also extremely horny and waiting for Waver to use his words would take longer than even he's willing to wait.

He grabs a hold of Waver's hip with one hand while he guides his cock to his entrance. It takes all of his control not to just force himself in as far as he can in one push. At least a part of him is conscious enough not to just go wild, as much as he'd like to. ]

Make sure he pays enough attention to you, too, Flat. Getting fucked isn't an excuse to neglect you.

It’s—[ there’s a sharp gasp there that cuts him off, the warm and wet feeling of waver’s tongue on his cock teasing him further. his hand grips a fistful of the turnskin’s hair, his hips rolling instinctively.

it’s fine, was what he wished to say, and he laughs again. the view in front of him is attention enough for flat—frankly any attention at all is enough for him. the fact that he is here in this moment, in front of cu and waver, is already more than he could ever ask for. ]

Come on, Waver. [ flat mumbles in french, trying to tug waver a little closer to him. ] You look amazing right now.

[ It should have annoyed him that Berserker is talking over him to Flat like he's just there as something to play with, but for some reason, that tone and the roundabout order makes his stomach tense and twist hotly. The idea of pleasing them both at the same time is viscerally appealing in a way that Waver can't put into words and doesn't want to bother examining or trying to understand; it just feels good, and that's enough right now.

Berserker's cock presses against his entrance, the friction sending shivers up his spine. ]

H-hang on-- [ it's a weak protest; Berserker's big and even if Waver's worked up and increasingly, dizzyingly horny, he's got a tiny bit of self-preservation buried somewhere... he squirms forward when tugged, settling on his elbows more squarely between Flat's scratched-up thighs. ] You brought the lube, use it, dammit...

[ Though he doesn't understand enough French to get all of what Flat is saying, Waver recognizes his name, and he can infer the meaning of a couple of words, enough to get the gist. Enough to make him even more embarrassed, though it's not enough to push past how badly he wants to just rut like an animal right now. Somewhere, distantly, Waver is aware he's acting like a horny idiot, but between the effects of the full moon making it harder to suppress his instincts and the scent of arousal so maddeningly obvious all around, it's far too difficult to think with anything besides his dick.

His lips brush Flat's cock again, soft and warm, breath against his skin. He shifts his weight, freeing one hand to wrap around the shaft. ]

[ Berserker relents with a grunt. Better he take a moment to find the lube than completely give into himself. He leans over to dig through the blankets in search of the forgotten bottle. It only takes a few second, but it feels like an eternity when all he wants is to fuck Waver senseless (seeing him tend to Flat's cock is only making that want more intense).

A generous amount of the cool, sticky liquid is applied to his cock and between Waver's cheeks. He positions himself immediately to start pressing into him. No patience for proper preparations (nevermind the fact his claws are untrimmed right now), he wants inside of Waver's ass now. That is his only focus right now. ]

[ the bickering from the two of them is actually rather hilarious for flat, who has to stifle a laugh by biting his fingers and screwing his eyes shut.

beyond the fact that waver's mouth is on his cock right now or the fact that he is in an actual threesome, flat simply enjoys the dynamic that berserker and waver have. even if he removed himself and watched like an outsider, he would enjoy it all the same.

well, perhaps not as much. it's always much better to be participating as well--but he would have enjoyed it enough.

still, waver's lips and hand on his arousal feels incredible, and he can't help but give a soft whine, rolling his hips for any sort of friction that he can get. ]

[ Maybe this is a bit of a dangerous game for Flat, considering Waver's sharp teeth so close to his dick when Waver is about to be Very Distracted... but hey, life's no fun without risks!!

Waver shivers noticeably as Berserker haphazardly rubs the cool oil onto his skin. Or maybe it's a shiver of anticipation, his breath escaping in a warm hiss that slide across the damp head of Flat's cock.

He licks again, wraps his lips around the head and adds a bit of pressure, but pulls back when Berserker starts to actually press in. At least Waver's aware enough of his own teeth to try not to bite his partner's dick off...

Still, his hand remains, the other braced against the inside of Flat's thigh. His mouth is hovering close in his distraction, not quite on him but enough for Flat to feel each gasp and hiss, the warmth of his breath when Waver moans. His ears press back into his hair, eyes gone unfocused; his knees widen apart and his back arches, forming a curved slope between Berserker and Flat's lap as he buries his face in the crook of Flat's thigh and hip to muffle his whimpers.

Waver's not unused to larger partners (the opposite, in fact), but even if it's a sensation he really enjoys, it's always a bit of an effort when it comes to the initial push and stretch of being penetrated, especially without prior preparation except the generous amount of lube (good thing they paused for it). It makes his thighs tense up even as he tries to relax other muscles, heart pounding, cock hard.

His hand moves clumsily, aware of Flat and wanting to pay attention to him even though he doesn't trust himself to use his mouth yet. Instead, he just gets close, nuzzling and licking, panting heavily against the side of his cock, completely overtaken by the sensory overload of all the scents and feelings and the friction and pressure and Berserker moving too fast and too impatiently to fill him until he sees stars. ]

[ He lowers himself down over Waver, resting on his uninjured arm. Their size difference is all the more evident in this position. It gives him a better view of Flat and potential access to him, too. Berserker wants to touch and kiss him as best he can. Splitting his focus is a bit difficult, but he'll manage.

For now, he focuses on pushing his way inside of Waver. A loud moan escapes him as he bottoms out, or at least up to his knot. There's a thought in the back of his mind whether or not the turnskin will be able to take it...Not a problem for right now. Berserker mercifully stops once he's inside, though he rocks his hips to create some friction. ]

...Good. [ Quiet praise. ] You take me so well...

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