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[rockyxiii]

[This would be exactly like living through a porno if it weren't a million times better than any porno, especially any porno involving women. That's not even because he's gay; they just never seem to be having any fun! This is fun. Whatever his complicated feelings about the female body are, he knows his feelings on Peony, and his feelings are that she's got to be the dick-lovingest woman in history (probably a good thing, with her four boyfriends and all) and that he's really, really into just how much she clearly likes this. Maera doesn't know either how wet wet should be, but, hmm—]

—Yeah? Let me see.

[He eases off his grip on Peony's hair and reaches out for Mallory's hand instead. Mallory can have another moment to rub at Peony's clit (Maera can tell that's what she just did even though he can't see it from this angle, and nice), but they're supposed to be teasing her anyway . . .

And he wants to "see."

He tries not to think too hard about to whom he's about to do the thing he's about to do. Give him your hand, Mallory.]

[ringrust]

[The whole idea of the clit zone in general is still pretty new to Mallory, but he's catching on pretty quick. It really is incredible, how Peony can make her voice carry like that when she's got a cock down her throat... ah, the sound of her moans must feel pretty good on that, too.

He wiggles his fingers diligently, both to pull out more of those sensual sounds from her and to get them nice and slick. What, does Maera want to do the hand holding thing even here and now? What a weirdo. But Mallory has no interest in arguing, so he mindlessly reaches out to touch the tips of his fingers to Maera's palm.

Just don't take too long. He's aching to be inside her, already.]

[alloutoflove]

[ She whines again when he takes his hand away -- why! those had been in such a nice place!! -- and she finally has to pull her mouth off Maera's cock, leaning her head against his hip as she continues to make small noises of protest at no longer being touched. But she's a good girl who has two hands and so is not really in the same sort of position, so she continues pumping her fist around Maera's cock. It's slow and distracted, but hey, it's still something.

It does at least give her a few seconds to try and catch her breath, if only a little. Her hips are still moving as well, mimicking the motions of sex even if no one's touching her at the moment. If she focuses hard enough, it still almost feels like Mallory's hand is still there, the ghostly echo of a tease.

After a few seconds, though, she lifts her head just enough to see what Maera wanted Mallory's hand for. Probably, this is going to be something she wants to watch?? Yeah probably it is. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Mmmm yeah probably. The reprieve from her mouth is welcome, actually, not because Maera didn't fucking love it there, but because he liked it a little too much. Having a moment to come down from that will put him on more even footing with Mallory when Mallory finally gets started on the other end there. That feels important, for some reason.

So is this: he pulls Mallory's hand over, leans in the rest of the distance over Peony's back, and slips Mallory's index and middle fingers into his mouth to lick and suck them clean. How's this for testing how wet she is?

The appeal lies half in tasting her (it's not exactly that he has a taste for pussy or anything, but it's really not like it's worse than dick, and it's the principle of the thing that makes it hot anyway) and half in sucking on Mallory's fingers, which he is trying sooooo hard not to dwell on too much. He even closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at either of them.

The truth is, he immediately regrets a little that he's not looking at either of them.]

[ringrust]

[H

holy shit??

Holy shit!

YOOOOOOOO-

In hindsight, with how much they're all playing up the ridiculous porno thing, this was the most obvious move Maera could have made. Mallory goes absolutely rigid - in a few ways - as he stares, wide-eyed. His thoughts make an alarmingly rapid shift from this is weird to this is HOT, which will probably trouble him a lot more when all is said and done, but for right now he's all too ready to encourage this. He turns his hand slowly, scooping his fingers along the inside of Maera's tongue and his teeth and cheek. Whoa... whoa.

His hips squirm a little. It's not like he's in a hurry to stop Maera, but he does want to rush other things along, too...]

Pe-- hey, Peony... if you want it, come and get it...

[This doesn't seem like a good time to come out and say please help me with my pants.]

[alloutoflove]

Ah...

[ No wait she has to take a few seconds to appreciate this. She was right! This was definitely something she wanted to see. Her breath definitely catches on a startled little gasp -- not so much because she's surprised but because, whoa.

(God, this does mean she has some sort of weird thing for twins, doesn't it?? Wasn't that supposed to only be a thing guys were into?! And yet.)

But finally she does move, even if she can't actually tear her eyes away from what's going on just yet. It means she's a lot clumsier than she usually is in fumbling with his pants; she ends up groping him on accident several times in the process before she manages to get his cock free.

Well, okay, now what. What is she supposed to do now?! There are too many options!! ]

[rockyxiii]

[Come and get it? Now he has no choice! He has to look! Maera's aware that a line like that would have had him cringing in embarrassment only ten minutes ago. It's pretty similar to the ones he did cringe at ten minutes ago. So it's saying something about how far they've all come as a fun and wholesome threesome that right now, it's the hottest thing Maera's ever heard.

He opens his eyes without pulling off of Mallory's fingers. The way they wiggle and rub inside his mouth feels good in the kind of way you don't think about too hard and just enjoy while it's happening; he doesn't want it to be over just yet. But he does want to see what he missed while his eyes were closed. Maera's gaze flicks from Peony's hand between Mallory's legs, to Peony's face near his own cock, to Mallory's face, and every one of those things just makes this all even better.

Not that he can express that with his mouth full, except to moan loudly around those fingers.]

[ringrust]

['Accidentally' groping him. Yeah, sure, okay Peony. At least his gasps are more of pleasure than protest, and a soft moan of approval rumbles in the back of his throat as she finally takes hold of him properly, skin on skin. Now what, indeed... He swallows and looks from Peony's face to Maera's and back again. Okay, what if...

It is with great reluctance that he pulls his hand back, but! It's important! Look, he's got a good idea... maybe. He just needs to pull Peony's hips back close to him and pull her panties down just enough so he can put his hand over hers and position himself at her entrance, struggling against every instinct to plow right in just yet. He owes Maera a bit of a show too now, doesn't he?

He wraps his arms around Peony's middle and leans back with her against him, fumbling to push her bra up over her breasts - is that even comfortable? Whatever - it's all the better to give Maera a nice view before he finally pushes in, nice and slow.

The offer to come and get it is still open.]

[alloutoflove]

[ It was an accident!! An accident in the sense that usually, she'd be a lot more deliberate in groping him, and not doing it haphazardly while she's distracted.

But all thought of that goes right out the window as Mallory pulls her back and then presses into her. All Peony comes out with from that is keening whimper, her back arching in helpless response. It feels like she's been waiting forever, even if intellectually she knows it hasn't been that long. One of her hands blindly flutters to grasp at Mallory's wrist, and again she's only pretending anything that comes remotely close to actual protest.

The other she presses to her own belly and slides down. Mallory won't see it unless he looks down her body, but he might be able to feel it -- either way, Maera will definitely be able to see as she slides her hand between her legs, using her fingers to spread herself wider and better show off how their bodies fit together. Maybe she's too distracted to ham up any kind of performance, but she's also ready and willing to put on a show in this case.

And then she lets her head fall back against Mallory's shoulder, gasping in short, shaky bursts for breath. ]

[rockyxiii]

[All at once, Maera's not being touched at all anymore. When Mallory pulls back, it takes Maera a good moment to focus again on what's right in front of his eyes; at first he just blinks at them both hazily, eyes clouded over with lust. He feels like a man in the desert who'd just been handed a glass of water and then had it taken right back after a single sip. But that desire comes into sharper focus when he catches Peony's hand moving down her belly. It directs his attention right there where it needs to be: to Mallory's cock sinking into her inch by inch, to her folds spread by his body and her own fingers. Damn.

This show is meant for him, isn't it? He can't even feel jealous or left out . . . they're doing this to each other, but for him as much as for themselves, and that's a thought that leaves him breathless.

He gives them what they want: he watches, breathing hard and sliding his tongue out to wet his lips. His hand creeps down between his own legs not to do anything too serious yet, but to stroke slowly at himself, cup and squeeze his own balls and press behind them, for their benefit as much as his own.]

[ringrust]

[Holy shit. Mallory's having a lot of feelings, here.

The first and most important one is the relief to finally feel Peony's wet warmth fit snugly around him, and the desperate need to keep moving and keep the pleasure mounting higher and higher. He's going to go nuts if that's taken away from him again.

Second is something somewhere between embarrassment and exhilaration at knowing there are eyes on him. It's one thing to be watched by a lover before coming together, but having a third party watching so brazenly while he's already inside Peony is-! It's shameful, it's dirty, it's hot, oh god, what a rush.

Not to mention the fact that he's watching right back. Maera pleasuring himself to them, for them - something about that is almost sweet, even if he's more focused on the sensation in his groin than his chest right now. And he catches himself thinking that he'd love that cock deep in him right now...

Is- is that weird? Shit, nope, time to turn his brain off! He breaks his gaze away just long enough to look Maera in the eye for a second before he closes his and buries his face in the crook of Peony's neck, panting raggedly in time with each deep and powerful thrust. Even if things stay just like this, that's fine by him. As long as it gets them all off.]

[alloutoflove]

[ The position means Peony's whole body shakes each time Mallory drives into her, and she only has limited control over moving herself, too. It's not too long before her eyes drift half-shut; she's still watching Maera, but her gaze is unfocused, hazy from her own pleasure as she tries to move herself, in turn. This isn't actually the first time Maera's watched her having sex with someone, but there's definitely a rush this time, as last time. One thing Peony has learned about herself since engaging in a threeway relationship is that she does, in fact, get a kick out of being watched and heard.

Especially for a very select small audience.

Though Maera been closer last time he'd watched, right? It takes her a moment to rally enough to lift a hand and reach out to Maera. Him watching is nice, and the show is very nice, but Peony is absolutely certain that having him closer would be the best. And not just for her, either; it's pretty obvious at this point that they're not that unwilling to touch each other, and if she has to help facilitate that (either with her body or her invitation), she's more than happy to do that.

She tries to smile, though it's also more vague than anything else. And she can't really get the breath for it, but she still mouths the words for Maera, whether he can read them or not: Come here. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Last time he'd watched . . .

Maera'd already been wondering if it was rude, in some obscure way, to do the same thing they'd done with Icarus that time—what exactly is the etiquette on something like that? Does he care? It had been hot then, and he wants it again; when Peony reaches for him and beckons him closer, he realizes she does, too. If it's rude, they can be rude together. So long as Mallory likes it. The thought of Mallory not enjoying Maera's presence here is . . . crushing, actually, in some way he doesn't want to dwell on right now.

He moves closer, across the bed in a motion that isn't exactly sexy, but who cares right now? It brings him close enough to press up against Peony. Like this, he can lean in and mouth at her throat, and his face is so close to Mallory's that he can open his eyes and look right up at him, all dark and hooded and hazy, from centimeters away. His body is a solid wall that Peony is pressed against, now, and every thrust only pushes her harder against him.]

[ringrust]

[Oh, jeez.

It's a little alarming to have his eyes flutter open and find Maera' face just inches away from his and Peony's, but the feeling passes soon enough. Thankfully. Maera's just as much a part of this as Mallory is, so... should he make even more room for him? It's hard to formulate any kind of clever strategy with his attention on (in) Peony and his experience with threesomes sorely lacking. The best he can offer, for a minute or so, is wordless murmuring with every thrust, sandwiching Peony as tightly between the two of them as he possibly can.

Finally he regains focus enough to slow himself down a little, as badly as he's aching to get to the end. Not yet, not alone. He lifts his hand to brush Peony's hair away from his face first, then out of hers, and then finally entangles his fingers in Maera's hair. It'll be nice when Mallory's grows back enough for that again...]

Hah... Ahh, Peony...? Can... Do you still want us both? Let me have your ass...

[His voice is heavy with lust and uncertainty both. She wants rough, sure, but he'd get it if she didn't want it that far. (Huh? Forceful role play? Who huh what? You can't expect him to remember that now.)]

[alloutoflove]

Eh--

[ It's half a gasp, half a surprised noise, and Peony tilts her head a little so she can look back at Mallory, wide-eyed.

Whoa?! Whoa. After it had been dismissed when they'd drunkenly discussed it with Icarus, the very idea of dp had been something that Peony had mused on multiple times and never quite had gotten the courage to bring up again, even just a few minutes ago -- and now, here's Mallory doing it for her?! Her first thought is actually more along the lines of, since when did you have psychic powers??

But no, actually -- she swallows hard, looking from him to Maera and back again. Will Maera like the idea? She can't quite remember how he'd reacted at the time, though she recalls he'd been at least a little surprised by the idea. On the other hand, if it's something that occurred to Mallory, surely the thought can't be that unappealing to him, right...? And even if he is surprised by it, maybe he'd still be willing to try??

Peony swallows hard, chewing on her lower lip for a moment. Her voice comes out shaky: less confident than she'd like, but (hopefully) obvious in her interest. ]

A--ah, I'd -- yeah. Yes? Yes, please--?!

[rockyxiii]

[Last time had been different; last time it'd been unclear exactly what kind of "dp" was being proposed, and it'd also been Maera's first experience with female anatomy. This is different. The path forward is immediately clear to everyone, and here's Peony expressing quite a bit of interest.

Maera's as surprised as she is, though. His first thought is admittedly, dammit, I don't wanna take the time to prepare her right now . . . but some things are worth it. The overall concept sounds pretty damn great. The longer he thinks about it, which feels like forever in his head but in practice is just a few seconds, the more the inherent frustration in having to pause and find lube and all that is outpaced by excitement at the idea of Peony sandwiched between Maera and Mallory, inescapable, at their mercy, taking it on both sides . . .

He can deal with the pause for prep time.

In those few seconds, he stares dumbly and then just begins to nod, looking back and forth between the two of them. His throat works a few times before he can manage words.]

We—lube . . . I've got some.

[Good thing they did this in their own room.]

[ringrust]

[Look, it's just basic math as far as Mallory's concerned. Two dicks, two holes? Even he can figure that one out, even if his bloodflow is concentrated in places that are not his brain right now. But he's got just enough mental focus to wonder, very briefly, just how much lube is hidden around this room of depraved sex demons...]

Well? Go get it!

[Even if that means he has to stop for the prep time. Damn it! It'll be worth it, even if his cock throbs in desperate agony as he slides out of Peony. It wouldn't have been much longer for him either...

At least this'll give him a moment to catch his breath. He brushes Peony's hair out of the way once more (so much! so fluffy! why!!!) so he can mouth at her neck, fumbling his hand along her side just for an excuse to touch her while they wait.]

Have you done this before? Even just, uh, anal?

[She sure had an enthusiastic response for someone who hasn't at least thought about it, like, a lot. But man, is he going to feel bad about being the first one up there because he sure does know from experience that the first time is not the best time.]

[alloutoflove]

[ They were pretty drunk the last time this came up. Peony makes a brief noise of disappointed loss when Mallory slips out of her, but she lets her head fall forward when he starts touching her hair. (Some of them like having long hair, okay!) Another helpless shudder goes through her, and it takes her a few seconds of breathing hard before she can focus enough to answer his question. ]

Y-- yeah, not... not this, but... b, before everything, we...

[ "We" being herself and Icarus, and mostly she hopes he'll parse that because she can't really rally herself enough to elaborate that much more. She curls an arm behind herself to press a hand gently to his head, encouraging him to bite if he wants. ]

It, um, it's been a while. [ Though maybe not as long as some things, but she's not going to bring up her Despair sexlife right now. ] But I have. You won't hurt me.

[rockyxiii]

[Maera considers disputing that; he can if he's not careful! But it'd only be playing devil's advocate, anyway. He trusts Mallory not to hurt her. They've done this enough times that he knows what he's doing, and they care enough about Peony that the last thing they'd want to do is be careless about this.

Instead of chiming in, he crawls over to his own nearby futon to grab his lube, regretting the loss of their bodies pressed up against his, however brief. As soon as he can, he's back in front of her again, wrapping his arms around her body and holding out the lube to Mallory without comment.]

[ringrust]

[I can if I'm not careful!

But even in his lust haze he's got the presence of mind to make sure he doesn't. The rough stuff can be contained to where his teeth press into her shoulder, until the bottle catches his eye at the edges of his vision. Thanks, bro.]

Alright, great...

[His palm's a little sweaty and he only has one to begin with, so give him a second here to fumble with the bottle... And only a second, because that's all he has patience for before he holds it up and clears his throat.]

So who wants to do the honours?

[Touch him!!]

[alloutoflove]

[ Listen, they can manhandle her and play the part of bullies all they want, but Peony has no fear of either of them actually hurting her. She'll wear the bruises she gets from this with pride. If they think she's not going to tell Icarus as immediately as possible they're mistaken.

At Mallory's question, though, she twists a little to look at him again, then holds out a hand as best she can. The position is definitely a bit silly, but it's a comfortable sort of silly -- when she smiles, she's less worried about one or the other (or both?!) of them panicking at her response. Not all of this has to be serious! And there's something nice about having the mood lighten, if only a little. ]

Here, let me.

[ She's got two hands!! That's not keeping very in-character for a forced damsel, but whatever. They can go back to that once the prepwork is done, if they want; for now, they can take a brief break. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Yeah, unfortunately, careful and loving prep work is really hard to fit into the narrative of ravishing a woman anyway. That's what butt plugs are for, but no one had that particular insight today! Maybe next time—

Though really, he'd rather be on the receiving end of that. Maybe sandwiched between all four of them. Peony can have a strap-on. Things to think about.

Right now, he's thinking about how he's a fucking moron:]

Aah . . . sorry. I wasn't thinking.

[You know, just over here forgetting that this guy is missing a hand, even though this guy is himself and he's also missing the same hand. How does that even happen? Maera's equal parts embarrassed and amused, leaning his face against Peony's shoulder to hide his grin.]