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[ Very flustered even just watching, just-- observing, for the moment, and slowly pushing herself up to sit properly. ]

... I don't know how you think about these sorts of things...

[ well of course he's going to squeeze the tentacle then, with a soft, interested hum.

and - - a tentacle emerges but not touching either of them yet, largely to support Aphelios as he arches up towards the shadow hand. ]

[Sadly, unlike the Gluttony powers, it's not really PART of Sett the same way. No nerves spark back, no reaction other than Sett quirking a brow up.

Instead, the darkness slithers through his fingers like living silk, his cloths moving as the hands press into skin, other tendrils pouring over the edges of his hips to nudge his legs apart-

In the mean time, Sett points at the tentacle, face flushed.]

He started it!

[ Watches his face... then looks to the tentacle, then back, brows raised with her own blush. ]

So you've-- oh. Oh. I See.

[ They're using powers, so-- how exactly does she get in the mix, here? Especially not really wanting to become a target of Phel's tentacles herself... Well. She's sure Sett will make room for her, probably?

She's happy to start small, anyway, leaning forward on her knees to kiss Aphelios, her hand settling against his thigh. ]

[ he manages to look smug despite himself, before he's kissed. he shifts up into that -- hums, at the weird-but-pleasant sensation of shadows running over him, obligingly letting his legs be pushed apart by them.

a second tentacle does materialize -- val is free from it for now but it's running a thin tip against Sett's side, then across his spine so the tentacle can cup his back ]

[Oh, Sett is happy to make room for her. The shadows slip up and away, moving to give her room wherever she seems to reach for, as Sett is, well. He's not one to turn away from such a lovely show.

He feels the now familiar tip slip over his clothes and gives a little shiver, half memory and half anticipation.]

Oh, don't think that's going to work.

[He growls at Phel. While the other man's mouth is occupied, Sett leans up against his back, hands pulling up Phel's shirt, and working at his belt.]

[ the growl sends a shivering spark down her spine even if it's not directed at her, and she makes a small noise against Phel's mouth.

She leaves off on that soon enough though, trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck. Her fingers press warmly in, a slight pressure against his inner thigh similarly to what she was doing the other night-- though she smooths it up, to help Sett instead, tugging down Phel's zipper while he works on the rest. ]

[ he's hard - of course, he can't not be with both of them paying attention to him like this. but of course, he's going to push, too -- the tentacle tip dragging down Sett's back to ruck his own shirt up, suction cups against skin, teasing.

when his mouth is freed he lets out a soft sigh, and with one tentacle supporting him he can reach back for Val, trying to feel up her leg to her thigh too. ]

[He COULD easily pull it off, but well, it DOES feel nice, the little pinches of suction and the red marks behind it, the teasing path of the tentacle...

But it also doesn't mean he's going to let Phel get off easy. As he lets Val handle the front, he pulls a handful of Aphelios' hair, pulling his head back- ideal to curl down over him and take his own kiss.

He DID say he wasn't going to let this work... So if one of those shadows slips around the former assassin's wrists and pulls his hands back to his sides...]

[ holy shit

She's frozen for a moment, both to let Phel's hand explore and because she can't NOT watch that happen, her whole face flushed bright red.

Honestly, her imagination is running wild-- she's barely even a figure in those thoughts, watching the way Sett's shadows move and the way his hands manhandle Phel's body, the way the dim light shines over the curve of their muscles and, man. This is art.

She belatedly realizes she hasn't moved at all in a hot minute, and shifts her hand to tug his pants down a little more to more easily free his cock, her hand curling soft around it and at odds with Sett's now forceful grip. ]

[ his hands though!!

but -- he doesn't snap. he is completely okay with this. it's actually a bit overwhelming but in a good way; he's much more used to being the one directing and pushing in these sorts of situations and it's novel, being with two people he totally trusts with this.

he can't resist teasing with the tentacle still, dragging up Sett's spine then back down to his ass, tugging playfully at the hem of his pants. but he can't focus too much on that, especially when Valencia touches him -- he hisses, loud and pleased, does his best to arch up towards her hand, face flushed ]

[One of the bands of shadow slides over his chest as he arcs, pressing in a firm wave over his chest. Even as Sett pulls back from the kiss to enjoy those little noises as well, he doesn't let go of the hair.

He gives Val a heated look over Phel's shoulder and then drags a tongue over Phel's pulse, before sucking a bruise in the exposed line of neck.

Though he DOES take a moment to pull open his own fly at that playful tug. Not like he's going to say NO.]

[ Ahh... The hiss sparks another tingle of pleasure through her, and paired with the look Sett gives her, well-- it does stimulate a little confidence in her. They like this. More importantly Aphelios likes it, being the main target, and she gives him an encouraging, gentle stroke as he presses up into her grip.

She gently presses a kiss to the side of his neck that Sett isn't busy with, her mouth soft, and-- well. She wants to move down, but the shadows are over his chest and she certainly has no interest in disturbing that progress. Which leaves...

She hesitates, lowering herself down-- a bit awkwardly-- to use her free hand to push Phel's shirt up so she can press her mouth instead to his stomach. She does pause, though, before going any lower, to give him a questioning look: Is this okay? ]

[NOW he lets go, letting Aphelios see what she's doing, and asking.]

[ Aphelios tilts his head for Sett -- bares more of his neck for him with a little, soft sound of want, and when Sett obliges and lets his fly open for him the tentacle greedily moves to wrap around his cock.

and --

at Val's mouth lowering his breath hitches with realization, more of that want, and he can't move his hand to touch her hair but his arm twitches with the urge to. when she gives that silent question he nods as aggressively as he can, tentacle subconsciously giving Sett an almost too-tight squeeze. ]

[ Well she. Smiles a bit, reassuringly, though her face is flustered both with embarrassment and nerves and. okay. okay okay okay she can do this. surely it's not hard. she's watched porn before she can totally suck her bbboooyfriend's???? dick.

She shifts a little to get her knees under her properly so she can curl over, kissing her way down his stomach and to his hips, her hand slowing its strokes over him. She holds him gently, palm cupped against him to keep him in place while she delicately-- nervously-- presses her lips, and tongue, to the base of him, carefully making her way up. ]

[If the heavy squeeze didn't do it for him, the little taste test Val is doing would. It draws out a groan and probably the last thought in his head.

Sett's hands sink into the shadows wrapping Aphelios, the warmth a sharp contrast to the ephemeral cold. As she licks up, his hands drag down, taking only a moment to tug at his nipples, and skate down his sides.

Could he do more? Yes, but HE'S A LITTLE DISTRACTED HERE.]

[ everything is very distracting. honestly the tentacle is largely being used as a way to vent -- to release the energy he can't with his legs or his arms at the moment, squeezing Sett tight, pulsing around him in the foreign way a human hand wouldn't be able to manage.

Aphelios' fingers flex as he watches Val, wide-eyed and panting even from the relatively minor contact. the fact she's willing to do this is a big turn on alone honestly, and he encourages that with a little flex of his hip upwards, a gentle gasp. he is Extremely hard at the moment and there's a palpable sense of excitement as she nears his tip. ]

[ He flexes up, strains a bit against the hold around him, and the open display of want makes her visibly shiver. Her face is hot-- her mouth is hotter, breathes light and cool against the wet spots her mouth leaves. She doesn't look up at him. Can't, really, she's not brave enough, not when she's got her mouth on him like this, not when Sett has eyes on her too, when just the two of them being here is enough to drive her mind wild and her body to inaction as a result of those thoughts.

She smooths her hand down to the base of him as her mouth reaches the tip. Honestly, she didn't know what she'd expected it to taste like, but it was-- normal? It's skin, warm and soft and slightly salty on her tongue. His head is a little smoother, or maybe a bit more slick, though it hardly matters by the time she gets her mouth over it. There's only the barest scrape of teeth before she has the sense to use her lips to cover them, as she presses him in against her tongue. ]

[ Aphelios shivers -- shudders, more like, with pleasure, canting his hips up again, though it's not very strong, wanting to make sure he doesn't choke her or something. he's been sucked off before but definitely not by anyone as important to him as Val is and also definitely not while Sett is also there holding him down and the shudder turns into a helplessly pleased groan; his voice always has that wrecked edge to it when he vocalizes but now even more so.

it's a lot, but -- he wants more, and his free tentacle swishes, again venting that need to move that he can't really do. ]

[It takes his breath away, watching all of it with lidded eyes, just leisurely rolling a little into that strange segmented squeezing of the tentacle wrapped around his dick. It's that shattered sound, watching the two hottest people he knows.

He could just lay back and enjoy this, find a nice slow, easy release.

... Or he could have a bit of fun.

He moves his hand and the shadow coiled around Aphelios' hips thins, some of that cool surface sliding down his ass, rubbing there. He pauses, watching his face, listening for a snap.]

[ Oh, yeah, that sound gets her too, driving heat straight between her legs. She hums a little noise around him, a low vibration in her throat. He lifts up, and Val presses eagerly down until she simply can't, pleased by his desire and... her own, too, this drive to go farther, keep pleasing him, keep drawing those ragged noises out of him.

She bobs her head down along him and up again, sucking firmly around the head as she pulls off, breathless-- then presses back in, swallowing him down for more, more, more. ]

[ Aphelios makes a sound almost like a whine in the back of his throat, can't help but roll his hips up some, and when Sett's shadow presses against his ass -- there's no snap, just a little regret he can't arch towards both sensations at once. he doesn't think he can last long like this but he can't seem to mind when it feels so good, when he wants everything they can give him.

one tentacle -- does shift, the one not occupied on Sett's cock, moving to tentatively touch Val's side, light, seeing if she'll allow it. ]

[He swallows watching her bob, watching Aphelios squirm between them, and the gentle question in that seeking appendage.

Shit. He could get off just watching them. No actually, he IS.

While the tentacles squeeze and suck at his skin, he just shudders, and rubs over the tip with his thumb, fingers lightly playing over the soft flesh.

In the mean time, the shadow pours over and in, wraps around his balls, even as it slides past the rim, pressing along the skin inside.]

[ She almost doesn't notice, for a moment, not until she sees the wrap of Sett's shadows curling over Aphelios' balls out of the corner of her eye when she lifts her head along him. Then she feels the tentacle nudging over her shirt.

Val pauses near the tip, thoughtfully rubbing her tongue over him before she finally pulls back-- more to breathe than anything, really-- licking her lips. She does consider the tentacle for a long moment, uneasily, before... honestly, horny brain just takes over, because why not. Sett is clearly enjoying it, and she wants more of-- something. Anything. She lifts her free hand to grab it, gently, curling her fingers over the thicker section of it like she might someone's hand. ]

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