middaeg | It begins here in the silence [closed]

[ 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...

[ well, once again, flat doesn’t mind feeling somewhat left out between the two of them. not when he’s sure that taking cu like that must be a lot (part of him now burns with curiosity—what’s it like?) and especially because just this already feels like a dream.

while waver may not be using his mouth completely, what he’s doing is enough to tease flat, to keep his attention from wandering elsewhere that isn’t this singular moment. his cock twitches with every lick and touch, and the moans only serve to turn him on further as he’s practically panting as well.

he runs his fingers through waver’s hair and ears gently, trying to get some of the attention back on him. it’s difficult to focus like this—when he has cu’s heated gaze on him and waver a moaning mess on his hip. ]

You’re—ahh—good, Waver. Don’t stop, please.

[ The knot is... new. Waver will figure that part out eventually. Right now, he can't really tell that Berserker stopped a little earlier than usual, considering he feels big enough without much preparation already.

The praise and the petting feel just about as incredible as being stretched around Berserker's dick. Waver whines, a breathless, eager noise. He pushes his head into Flat's hand, nuzzling and encouraging more of his touch, all the while treating him to clumsy, haphazard licks between panting as he tries to catch his breath.

Even the shallow rocking of Berserker's hips feels like a lot when he's this worked up and sensitive. Waver whimpers again, his whole body heaving with his heavy gasps. And then, in the lull of Berserker pausing to give him some time to adjust, Waver finally opens his mouth and lifts himself up just enough in Flat's lap to properly start sucking him off.

His lips wrap around the head, tongue pressing and rubbing on the underside as he sucks. What he can't comfortably fit in his mouth (yet?), he tends to with his hand, careful of sharp claws and teeth. The sensory overload is already making him shudder and tense, his own unattended cock starting to drip embarrassingly onto the sheets. ]

[ He can only be patient for so long. The reprieve is over for Waver as he starts to more n earnest. It's not nearly as rough as he can be (and tends to be on full moons), quite the opposite actually -- he's surprisingly gentle and slow. Berserker sets the slow pace to further work Waver up as much as he possibly can. The neglect of the turnskin's arousal is not unintentional on his part; seeing Waver so desperate to get off is satisfying.

Berserker leans closer to Flat so he can kiss him, wanting to intensify what he already feels from their Bond. It's hard for him to act with any sense of moderation and now he, too, wants as much as he can get from both of them. ]

[ as soon as berserker leans in, flat pushes himself up in order to lock their lips in a messy kiss. with the way that waver uses his mouth on his cock, it’s difficult to stifle his reactions and, he whines softly into the dragon’s mouth as he intensifies the kiss.

his arousal throbs against the turnskin’s hold, sensitive and riled up from all the teasing, and his hips stutter in a desperate attempt at getting as much friction as possible. his grip on waver’s hair tightens—not enough to hurt badly but hopefully enough to sting slightly and keep him in place. ]

[ Waver responds to the touch of roughness from Flat with a low moan, the grip in his hair and the way Flat is rolling his hips up pushing Flat's cock deeper into his mouth. If he wanted to, they both know he's strong enough to pull away, or otherwise express his displeasure with claws or teeth-- but it's clear he has no desire to do that, not even a warning growl. The most difficult part is concentrating on using his mouth and tongue without scraping Flat with his teeth, all the while Berserker is rubbing the length of his sizeable cock along his insides. The bumps and ridges are no longer new, but it feels just as intense every time when Berserker grinds in just the right way.

He's not even thinking about trying to stroke himself off right now; there's way too much else to focus on, and he keeps his grip solidly on Flat's thigh and the base of his cock to guide their movements as his body rocks in slow rhythm under the pressure of Berserker's thrusts. Waver is only vaguely aware of the two of them leaning over him to kiss, but it's not like he would envy them that at this point...

His back arches, knees shifting to keep his balance and ass up. His mouth opens wider as Flat's hips jerk up on their own, the tip of his tongue curling down over his lower teeth and head tilting to give Flat better access to just fuck him rather than actively sucking now. ]

[ Messy and intense is exactly the kind of kiss he wanted. He's not shy about pressing his tongue into Flat's mouth with soft sounds of his own. Berserker's reactions are fairly subdued, even when he's enjoying everything as much as he is. Sharp teeth graze Flat's lip as he pulls back with some reluctance. There's a special sort of intensity shared between them in their Bond and he craves more of it...Later, though. There will be time to share that intensity with Flat later.

Berserker grabs Waver's hip for better leverage and angles his thrusts to hit a particular spot inside of him. It's a calculated assault, like everything else. With each motion of his hips, his knot gets closer and closer to breaching him. It's a sizeable girth to take and he will be surprised if Waver is able to take. ]

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