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[Sett stops as well, the hand moving to rub down her back, soothing, instead.]

Too much? Too little?

[ Oh--

With everything so suddenly paused she slams back down to earth, and... is suddenly flooded with embarrassment, at having interrupted them when they were so clearly enjoying the scene.

She's red-faced and still for a moment, though the pet pulls a full-body shiver from her, before she carefully shifts herself back and away to sit up and awkwardly pause. Then sign, not looking at either of them-- ]

"Bathroom."

[ -- before she goes to climb off the bed. ]

[ oh.

... well he's not about to interrogate her bathroom habits so. he gives her a little wave.

moves, to sit on Sett's hips, basically straddling him. signs at her. ]

"Careful you don't fall in."

[There could have been things Sett might have said. But you know, lap.]

Okaycomebacksoon.

[ she DOES NOT SEE THAT but she does. hurriedly straighten her shirt. pet down her hair. very quickly (quietly) exit.

does in fact go to the bathroom to have a crisis for a few minutes. okay okay okay okay okay ]

[ WHILE VAL GOES TO HAVE HER CRISIS

Aphelios is planting a hand down on Sett's stomach to lean down and kiss him again. with a bit more of that greed from earlier, that hunger, using his hips for a rolling little motion against his groin ]

[Of course she'll be back soon WHO WOULDN'T COME BACK SOON?? The kiss only breaks for a little gasp of air at that roll of pressure, and he pushes up to meet that, nerves screaming FINALLY after all day of denial.

He pushes Aphelios up a little, only to grab the hem of Phel's shirt and start pulling it off.]

[ Aphelios will shift with that, helping get the shirt up his arms and off entirely -- no doubt they had seen each other shirtless before but in this context, it's exciting, in way that makes his cheeks light up at being exposed.

Aphelios' hands drop to Sett's shirt, pulls it further up too -- debates the sprained arm ... should he just leave his shirt actually ... ]

[Why did he-

Oh.

Well THAT'S not on.

Even from the bathroom, Val can hear the sound of fabric ripping as Sett just fucking tears his own shirt in half.]

Better.

[AND PROUD OF HIMSELF. FOR THIS PROBLEM SOLVING.]

[

looking down at him. ]

"Are you fixing that?"

Dunno.

[This is a very important interlude. Only slightly distracting by finding the zipper of Phel's trousers.]

Opinions on the vest-jacket and no shirt combo?

[ thinks. thumbs up.

he shifts a bit, enough that Sett can still reach his pants to get that zipper, while Aphelios will return the favor; working at getting Sett's pants undone and slide down his hips ]

No shirt it is.

[Being straddled means Sett is as a severe disadvantage for adding to all that newly exposed skin, though he's availing his hands of a little extra exploration until that tug of fabric. He lifts his own hips a moment to help get free. The SETT underwear never gets less dumb, but that dick is attesting to how appreciative he's been of all this wind up.]

Not rippin' the pants. Would be awkward, so ah... ease outta yours.

[ he does stare directly down at that underwear for a moment. for several reasons one including the name on it.

-- but he refocuses after a second, taking a little shaky breath and nodding, working his pants down his own hips and shifting his legs so he can get them all the way off, along with his underwear. he's hard, visibly and palpable when he settles back down against Sett's hips. ]

[This is really happening this is really happening this is really happening. It's not that he doesn't know what to do it's that he doesn't know what to do FIRST and he only has one hand and they DEFINITELY don't have any supplies and aint talked about shit and Aphelios is sitting naked on his lap.

When IS VAL COMING BACK???? Okay okay, take it light, take it easy. Do NOT just throw him down.

He leans up enough to cup Aphelios' face in one hand, and drags it down his chest and abs, only finally, loosely, taking that hard on in hand, thumb brushing over the tip. None of it near enough, really, it's more about ~~revenge~~watching the reactions above him.]

[ Aphelios' eyes hood - - there's a silent shudder as he's touched, Sett getting that reaction he's looking for even at the light touch. he's had sex before but... not with anyone he knew so well and it adds an extra layer of - - excitement to everything, a desire that shows in the fond look he gives him.

he hasn't solved Sett's pants problem yet but he doesn't aim to right now - - instead settles so that when he rocks his ass follows the curve of Sett's dick through the cloth. ]

[That just drags some odd mix between a groan and a growl out of Sett, every muscle going taut under Aphelios, and back of his head hitting the mattress. The idea of waiting is just obliterated under the race of his imagination.

NOW his grip tightens, giving something for that rocking motion to thrust into, thumb rubbing at each press through.]

[ Aphelios' vocal chords are wrecked to the point he can't make much sound but - - he can still make some and he makes his approval known in a low grunt, eyes hooded as he looks down at Sett. he rocks against his grip, careful to not put too much weight on him but - - controlled but still applying a good amount of force with his dragging. he leans to brace himself against Sett's chest, using that for better leverage, mouth parted and breath hot. ]

[The sound could undo him, each messy vocalization getting an answering twitch, like the pressure of the fingers on his chest, or the drag of clothe between them wasn't dizzying enough.

He lets go, if just to put an elbow to the mattress and push back up, kissing those parted lips.

Then, if she's listening still, Val can probably hear-] Hands and knees for me, yeah?

[ Aphelios chases those lips -- almost frowns when they pull away but ...

at the request he nods; he's reluctant to get less contact between them but he manages to work up the willpower to scoot off of Sett. there's not a lot of room for maneuvering so he'll bump Sett's side with his knuckles to try to get him out of the way before settling on his hands and knees. the redness on his cheeks is somehow even more evident now, with the change in positions. ]

[He responds to the knuckles with a brazen grope- but THEN moves aside. He straddles Aphelios' legs and nudges them together, all the while, pulling at the sling to get it out of the way.

He doesn't bother to take off the shreds of his shirt, or shuck off his trousers. The most he's got in him is to impatiently pull down his underwear and give himself a few strokes, staring down at Phel's back.]

Just keep tight for me.

[He pushes between the other man's thighs, shuddering at the friction. He braces himself over the other man, frame all but curling around him. There's the mixed sensation of torn cloth and skin dragging over his back, the slap against his ass, the scrap of his zipper against the back of his thighs.

He hardly even feels the complaints of his shoulder as he plays with the musician's chest, or finds it's MUCH easier to be a little more clever with a reach around from this angle.]

[ Aphelios obliges him -- keeps his legs together, and though he can't speak his encouragement there's a tension in the air, a visible shiver as he hears Sett unzip. there's an indignant sort of sound at the slap but he doesn't really seem to mind, and he arches into Sett's touch.

he can't urge him to continue audibly but there's an impatient little wiggle, cock hanging hard between his legs.

and ... subtly ... he's pulling his pants over from where he discarded them, taking his phone out of his pocket to text Val (sorry Sett); ]

you okay?

[ aaaaa

it's. almost immediate. like she was already holding her phone or something. weird. ]

Yes, I'm sorry.

I don't want to interrupt if you're enjoying yourselves.

Dude.

[ARE YOU ON YOUR PHONE-

Oh, no he can look over Phel's shoulder, as he attends to that impatient wiggle with the start of a handjob, timed with each thrust.

... Maybe he should stop but no, what if biting that shoulder instead? That seems like a great idea.]

[ -- Aphelios' head curls with a helpless sort of sound, interrupting whatever he was mid-typing. he manages to not hit "enter" but it's a near thing and he pushes back against Sett needily, panting low.

he can type, albeit slowly, while he's being pushed against -- into, like this -- ]

would enjoy it even more
with you here ]

[ he doesn't imagine Sett disagrees. ]

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