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[ for a very small blissful moment they were not in the middle of sex and valencia could feign ignorance.

Their movements together kind of throw a massive wrench in that and drag her back into the reality of the situation again. And-- she can't really help but watch, this time, frozen in place by the movements and noise. The hitch of Aphelios' breath sends a shiver down her spine. And then his-- cheek. Face. Against her thigh...

She meets his gaze with a surprised one of her own, sudden understanding (oh, THAT'S what they had meant), and going red all the way down her neck. She does think about it, briefly. The act of laying down and wiggling out of her pants and letting him... And she seems to lose courage after that, giving a tiny shake of her head.

She does, however, try to draw him back up a bit so she can kiss the corner of his mouth, almost apologetically. ]

[ ah -- he kisses back, light. it's understanding, in a way. despite his texting before he doesn't actually want to pressure her into anything she's not ready for. at the same time ... it's hard to resist touching her, when she's right there and so red and when she did agree to come back.

he keeps eye contact with her, pulling his head back a bit but replacing his head with his hand -- sliding it up towards her thigh instead, and there's another questioning look, of is this fine?

though of course it's a bit compromised by Sett moving still, lips parted, breath shaky as he resists the urge to just mindlessly rock back into that. ]

[ Her skin is hot, even through the fabric of her pants, and she gasps lightly as his hand moves along her. This time she does give a little nod, hesitating a moment before curling her arm around his shoulders-- partially to keep in closer contact with him, and partially to allow Aphelios to use her as a source of stability while Sett continues to move and she buries her face into his neck.

... Which only lasts for a moment before she contemplates the red mark Sett had left on him and, almost without thinking, she tenderly kisses it. ]

[The mark is a deep red, with a few pinpricks where the sharper teeth weren't as controlled as they could have been. The pain was lost on Aphelios, but it was never the intent anyway.

He watches that soft, sweet gesture and can't help a moment of longing himself. Phel is SO lucky. She'll feel a light touch on the top of her head, running along the side of her face.]

Anythin' you want. [The promise is a little breathless.

And hopefully Phel's had enough time to get situated, because he pulls that hand back to clench the other man's hip and finally, REALLY put some force into the thrust, enjoying the pressure and give of the man's thighs, chasing his own pleasure, now.

His hand on his cock speeds up as well, insistent. Come on, lets goooooooooooo.]

[ he is so lucky. it's overwhelming, for a moment -- being so close to Valencia, by her heat, and having that pace pick up behind him too. he's glad for Val's support because he's leaning into her, breath rushed, rutting down into Sett's hand and back into his cock as he chases after his orgasm --

but he's not forgetting Valencia, either, managing to inelegantly work her pants open enough for his hand to slide in to her underwear, try to feel for how wet she is. he assumes, at least a little, based on how red she is and how objectively hot Sett and Aphelios are. ]

[ Sett's touch gets her eyes drifting up to him and-- the words, the breathlessness in his voice, his own compromised expression, all of it makes her burn brighter with embarrassment and. Anticipation? Fear? Desire?? She doesn't know anymore, it's all too muddled in the weight of Aphelios against her, his skin under her hand (only slightly roving, fingers tracing light over his shoulderblades and the other hand settled at his side), the sound of skin on skin as Sett picks up the pace.

Her whole body goes tense as Phel's fingers slide into her underwear and boy if you thought she was warm normally it's stiflingly hot in there. Her heart is pounding, and she hides her face against his neck again, but she at least has the sense to shift her thighs a little more open for him so he can more easily reach her. And wet she is, obviously-- yes, he's right, they're both objectively hot, but she's completely slick with it and it's frankly a wonder she hasn't soaked through her panties yet. ]

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[They're both going to kill him. The fingers on Aphelios' hip just shift to press harder, get a little better grip. He just drinks in the scent on the air and it about throws him over the edge as it is, with her huddled, shy posture.

He'd LIKE to hang on longer, but it's weird how it's different when it's people you care about.]

Just a little.. [Is it to Phel, or Val, or himself? WHO KNOWS. Not Sett.]

[ being able to touch Valencia directly, to feel her wetness on his fingers, how hot she is -- is a thrill in itself, sending a spark of electricity down he's spine, and he's eager to please. he curls his fingers, grinding the pads of two of them messy against her clit, less finesse than he'd like considering how he's moving for and with Sett but he can't imagine Valencia will mind.

he's close -- his breathing is louder and though he can't say Sett's name he's mouthing it, tucking his head more against Valencia, thighs squeezing tighter as his muscles tense and -- he comes, messy, with a sound like a loud, haggard moan, hips slumping for a moment but still keeping relatively upright for Sett to keep moving against them ]

[ His fingers rub against her a little rougher than she'd been expecting and Val jolts against it with a sharp gasp, and god, no, she doesn't mind but it's different from any time she's ever touched herself. She's almost hyper-aware of every little difference that comes with new sensation; the thickness of his fingers, his callouses, the way his hand has to angle to reach her in a way she can't pull off with her own. She gives a shuddering, hoarse little noise against his head, barely audible over the movement of his and Sett's bodies.

And then he comes-- his voice-- and it drives such a shock of pleasure down her spine that she almost whimpers, her fingers dig rough into his back and squeezing him close. ]

[Any possible chance of holding out is completely obliterated by the clenching of Phel's muscles, the sound he makes and the hoarse little echo from Val right after. Honestly, he doesn't even want to, the sound he adds is just that same in dropping a weight- rough, sudden and full of euphoric relief. He rubs Aphelios through it, almost absentmindedly, but everything is focused on that crest and the shuddering afterwards.

He doesn't make things MUCH easier by slumping on Aphelios, a happy, tired expression all over his face.]

[ he wasn't moving much -- blissed out in the high of his orgasm, in the high of -- well, being there with the two of them, so fulfilled --

but then Sett's weight falls on him and it's like having a bag of sand dropped on his back. in order to not fall directly down onto the bed he moreso falls forward, into Valencia's lap, with a grunt of protest. thankfully Valencia's lap isn't really a bad place to be either and his hand isn't dislodged; it took its pause when he was coming but it begins to move again. he's re-angling his hand, adjusting his elbow to try to sink the tip of a finger in her, his palm against her clit. ]

[ Ooookay okay okay okay Sett's voiced release also shudders through her nerves, her fingers briefly clawing into Aphelios' skin-- at least until they collapse on her. The sudden change in angle makes her gasp, and then,

Oh, he's inside her.

It's only a finger but it's still what it is, and she's certainly slick enough to make that easy. She shudders, hunching forward until she can press her face to-- Phel's? Sett's? Whoever's body is closest, far too many thoughts crowding her mind all jumbled and drowned out by the grind of Phel's palm against her clit. Her hands find purchase somewhere, anywhere, someone's skin, with a helpless noise as she rocks her hips into it for more of that pressure. ]

[Oh, her face against his is clearly an invitation to kiss in his post orgasm haze. It's sweet, and sloppy and more than happy to be happening. On the plus side, it means relief for Phel as he slides off and to the side, both hands coming up to cup her face.

Thank goodness for Megumi's painkillers, for as much as she's going to yell later. Right now, nothings really getting through other than he loves both of them and this is great.]

[ it's relief -- it helps him so his arm isn't cramping when he shifts, able to get a better angle to sink that finger into her, deeper now, rubbing against her inner walls as his palm messily grinds into her. he's looking up, watching them kiss with a sound that's both hungry and pleased, almost -- not being able to believe he's in this position, in a place like this. ]

[ It kind of feels like she's in a haze-- with her eyes shut and her focus almost entirely on the incessant pleasure between her legs she wasn't expecting to be kissed, and she returns it with a breathless gasp. Distantly, she realizes it's Sett-- the fluff of his hair, his large hands, the increasingly familiar scent of him-- but it's quickly shoved into "important for later, not now" spaces, overwhelmed by other sensations.

Mostly because Aphelios is working her expertly... or she was far more keyed up than she let on, or both, as the pressure of his hand in and against her gets a near instantaneous reaction: her hips jerk into his hand, muscles clenching around him.

And it's a quick thing, once she reaches that peak, to be pushed right over-- the wave of pleasure hits her hard, and her hand shoots up to grip Sett's arm as if she might topple over, her thighs squeezing tight around Aphelios' wrist. She only manages a few little noises that might as well be squeaks in her panting exhales, throat still a bit raw as she slowly comes down. ]

[He just dusts kisses along her lips, her neck and shoulder as she peaks and shudders down.

And then gives a loud, wide yawn, wrapping an arm around both of them (regret for this action will come later) and sinking down.]

[ Aphelios will make sure she fully rides that out -- rock his hand through it, gentler, so as to not overstimulate her but still provide her with that stimulation ... and only the pulls his hand away, thoughtlessly licking his fingers clean --

and then he's sinking down with Sett with a little huff out. sir the sheets? he can't really find it in himself to complain right now, though. ]

[ Ohhhh. Oh, oh. As Sett's mouth is traveling down over her shoulder she finally opens her eyes, and-- catches that out of the corner of her eye, Aphelios licking his fingers, and it takes her a couple of seconds for her mind to catch up and realize that he's tasting her and she-- she makes a truly helpless noise in her throat, gone flushed all over again even in the afterglow of orgasm.

And then she's pulled down into Sett's sleepy embrace, which... she tolerates, no, welcomes for a time, huddling close and burying her face against his side to hide for a bit, clarity returning.

But just for a bit because she eventually rasps: ]

... The-- the sheets. They're going to be sticky...

[That's true. That's very true. However he's warm and sleepy and has the two of them cuddled half on him.]

Ehhhh, I'll deal with it later.

[ he doesn't want to bother to sign in this position so he just gives Sett a little nudge in the side. he's clearly not too motivated to move either, but it's more of a "you better" than anything that annoyed. ]

[ Yeah she gently grinds her knuckles into his side, still hiding her face. ]

No, now. Now before it dries. I-- I need to clean up, too...

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne.

[THIS IS THE MOST PETULANT WUFF he just wants to sleep now IS THAT SO BAD. He WILL LET THEM GO AND GET UP. He'll be pulling the sheets off of the bed.]

[ rolling off the bed ... despondently .... ]

[ Getting up........ slowly because her legs feel a little bit like jelly. honestly.

She hhhhhesitates. Lets Sett pull the sheets off. Before reaching over to hook her hand around the back of Aphelios' neck (she would have grabbed his shirt but he's NAKED) and pull him down into a slightly harried kiss?

After which she then immediately flees to the bathroom, face burning. ]

[Sett's just pulling off his own cloths because might as well stuff the washer. This boy has just as much shame as he does thoughts.]

... We are NOT all gonna fit in there.

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