Viktor exhales a small oh and looks down as Barcus brushes his cheek. Clearly he did not know how much his gnome friend admires him. Nor that he would like to express that admiration... Amorously.
Still, their hands on his cheeks calm him, reassure him that everything is okay. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, feeling how warm his body is.
He blushes again at Barcus' suggestion of... Well, it sounds like fellatio. "So long as we could sit while you do it..." He murmurs. He is not standing for that long, nor does he want Xander to. Their sex is... Adaptive, to require the least effort possible.
He is glad to hear that Xander's arrangement is not such an uncommon one, after all. He imagines it will comfort his partner to hear it treated as normal, and it's enlightening for Viktor as well.
"Shall we go to Xander's room at the inn, then?" For a bit of privacy, and a bed.
Okay, well, now it was time for Xander to feel the pang lf jealousy when Barcus spoke so adoringly at his partner. Human nature, he told himself, and he was not about to be contradictory when he was openly supporting it all. The gnome worded it all nicely anyway.
He was going to just... let Viktor take the reins on that blow job talk. Good lord. In fact — give him a second to pray silently.
"Your father and I have that in common." Being too busy to worry about side partners during his marriage, that is. "I am glad to know you understand. I think my bedroom will suffice." Which meant he had to get up. Xander sighed and released Barcus hand so he could turn and kiss Viktor on the lips, his smile warm when he pulled back. "You're sure?" Because this was sudden and a lot and he'd be damned if he didn't double check.
Barcus might be just a little amused at that insistence that they be allowed to sit. It's fair, though. His height is less advantageous in that position, but he's still more than happy to make good on the offer. "If I'm doing my job properly, you wouldn't be able to keep your knees from buckling for long anyway," he assures them. "And I'm known for doing all sorts of jobs properly."
But now he's starting to feel like the slut in the room, which may be accurate but it's a little unusual for him. He pats each man on the shoulder and moves away to let them talk to one another and come to their final conclusions. "Anywhere you prefer, dear. I suppose he's the only one of us without roommates."
Not that Bel would mind Barcus bringing them to their place, but there's also the cat and the dragon to consider.
"Oh, my." Barcus, please, you're going to kill them before they even make it to bed with you.
He's grateful to get a moment to speak directly to Xander. He thinks they both could use a little reassurance before they get into this.
And the kiss does settle Viktor's racing heart, makes his breathing deeper. It's okay. Everything is okay. Finally, he can look Xander in his deep brown eyes, and his warm gaze is soothing. He puts his hands on his partner's cheeks.
"I am yours, and you are mine. Nothing will change that." He's just as much saying it for himself as for Xander. "My heart will not be pulled in any other direction. It belongs to you alone." Of course, there are other people Viktor loves with all his heart, like Jayce and Skan, but not like he loves Xander. It's different. He kisses him again.
"This is just... A nice bonus to what we already have. We can stop at any time; Barcus will understand. So just... Tap me thrice, if you need to." Their signal.
"Father above..." Xander muttered in response to Barcus's comment. He cleared his throat and focused on his discussion with Viktor.
He couldn't help the fond smile that spread across his lips, his own worries assuaged almost as soon as their eyes met. "As does mine." He assured his partner and eagerly returned the next kiss he offered.
Xander gently tapped Viktor's arm three times. "Of course. You do the same."
That said, he turned his head to gently nuzzle into Viktor's neck, and he remained there for a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling back and looking over to Barcus.
Barcus bustles around the room quietly, putting things away as they speak together, and taking a moment for himself to message Bel and let him know he'll be home either very late, or in the morning. He's not eavesdropping, but he does catch the bit about three taps, and files it away in his mind as he dampens the fire and tucks the food under a glass cloche to keep animals from scenting it and coming in for a nibble.
He offers a hand to whichever of them prefers to take it, and guides them out of the workshop. It's late enough, no one else is there anyway, and he can lock up behind their departure without inconveniencing anyone. The walk back to the Inn is leisurely, as there is no call to rush them, and his legs are short anyway.
Once they're in Xander's room, he looks up at them with a warm smile: "Ground rules, gentlemen? I enjoy kissing, for one thing, but I do understand if you prefer to keep that for one another. And if one of you is usually more...in charge," his gaze strays to Viktor briefly, because of that tap me thrice, "I'm happy to defer to him."
Viktor has a feeling Xander will be doing a lot of praying tonight. Hopefully some of it to him.
He nods to his love and cradles the back of his neck as he nuzzles into him, closing his eyes briefly. Sweet man. Yes, he feels much better about all of this now.
He takes Barcus' hand, because he hadn't gotten a chance to heal one of them yet. As he stands, he sneaks healing into it. He hobbles over to his chair; now that he's gotten used to it, it's hard to justify not using it. It conserves so much of his energy, and he knows he's going to need it. He takes the hand of whoever will hold his on their walk to the inn.
Viktor's brows raise as Barcus seems to assume that he's usually the one in charge. He has no idea where that came from.
"Ah, we tend to... Take turns?" He looks to Xander uncertainly. "I am far less experienced, however, and have never taken more than one partner, so I doubt I will be much use in the driver's seat here."
"And I see no reason to bar certain activities. That seems unnecessarily complicating. We both enjoy kissing."
He grabbed his cane and stood on Viktor's other side to hold his hand as they headed to the inn. He could hope, with any luck, that Finnick didn't clock him walking into a room with two men tonight, but he doubted he would be so lucky. Alas — something to blush about later.
"We go wherever the mood takes us." He added with a soft laugh, "and I have no issue with kissing. If there is something we do not enjoy, I am sure you will know quickly enough."
He looked between the both of them as he shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over a chair beside the bed, cane set against the wall. "If anything, kissing seems a fantastic way to begin." And with that said, he settled onto the edge of the bed and reached for Viktor to pull him into his lap, hands on his hips. "Why don't you join us up here, Barcus, and we can... ease our way in."
Barcus gives a little shiver when he feels that healing energy, but he says nothing, only shoots Viktor a fond look.
"Ahh, well," he looks a little sheepish. "My experiences with multiple partners at once have been few and far between, but this wouldn't be the first time. The first time, I was a little tipsy at the Elfsong and a halfling and a gold dwarf took turns kissing me like they were passing a cigarette back and forth across the bar."
Talk about a sexual awakening.
He makes so bold as to remove his own jacket, shaking it out gently and folding it. He leaves his boots by the door so as not to track dirt into the room, and then there's a utility belt to remove lest the tools poke someone in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Once all that is done, he looks up to see the one man in the other's lap, and he has to take a moment to enjoy the sight before coming over and clambering onto the bed beside them.
"You really are both very handsome," he observes, and rests a hand on Xander's back lightly. He'll wait patiently until they seem comfortable before reaching out for more.
Viktor chuckles softly as Barcus recounts his first experience like this. Viktor can't imagine being in such a position, but it does sound interesting. This is as adventurous as he's ever been, and still, it's not like any of them are strangers.
He rises from his chair, hobbling over to the bed, where Xander takes him into his lap. He hums happily; the gesture makes him feel... Adored. He drapes his arms loosely around his partner's neck and kisses him languidly, closing his eyes and losing himself in it readily. If anything can soothe his nerves, it is this.
From the start, Viktor never expected anyone in Caldera to have eyes for him, but was quickly proven wrong. Still, it's dizzying when someone new expresses attraction to him.
"Thank you," he breaks the kiss to murmur. "As are you, and as I was saying, exceptional with your hands..." He really and truly is very attracted to Barcus' hands, which should now be in top-shape for their activities. "Would you... Mind removing my brace for me? I would like to see them at work." He lifts his right leg, clad in metal, toward the gnome.
Gold dwarf? Xander was so close to asking for an explanation of what exactly that was — a dwarf made of gold? Dwarf that specifically mined gold? A Dwarf from a city called Gold? — but managed to stay on course towards this threesome instead of diving into Faerûn species.
Viktor should feel adored, because he was. Xander slid his hands up his partner's sides, then up between them to start working the buttons of his shirt open while they kissed. And when Viktor pulled back, he dipped his head down to kiss along his neck instead, teeth catching a small patch of skin to gently tease between them.
He trusted Barcus well enough, but he still made sure to angle his head so he could watch the brace removal — just in case.
Don't ask, Xander, because Barcus will answer that type of question in detail, even in bed, as long as his mouth isn't full. But they can compare notes later!
Barcus lets them kiss without interference, watching with a blend of softness and desire.
Which, admittedly, starts to tilt more towards desire as Xander starts to undo Viktor's shirt buttons, and kiss his neck. He catches his breath slightly when Viktor speaks, looking up at him. The request is downright flattering; he understand the value of a brace or a prosthesis. "With pleasure, my dear," he answers, and rolls forward onto his knees to be in a better position to access the device.
He runs his fingers over it carefully first, as if testing for tensile strength, but fortunately for them all he doesn't get bogged down in curiosity with respect to the construction. Maybe later he'll ask Viktor whether he designed it himself and about some of the specs, but for now he just unfastens it and removes it, gentle and matter-of-fact, and strokes the leg beneath.
"Where would you like me to put it?" This is not something that gets cast over a chair like a pair of trousers.
Viktor undoes Xander's hair tie and begins to comb his fingers liberally through dark locks as his neck is kissed. He likes this quite a bit, being given attention from both men at once. He looks down, watching Barcus intently. His gaze holds admiration and perhaps a little appraisal, like this is a test, whether Viktor realizes that consciously or not.
Barcus seems to admire the construction of it (yes, Viktor designed and built it with Jayce, and they can discuss later), which is nice. He treats the brace with the careful practicality Viktor has seen him treat any other machine with, though with more gentleness given the context. He thinks it could do with more reverence, not because Viktor actually sees himself as divine, but because he's been thinking a lot about what Gadriel told him. That machines have spirits just like people do, and that one must build a relationship with any machine that aids them regularly, like armor or a prosthetic or mobility aid. Machines must be shown gratitude and respect, in Gadriel's opinion, so Viktor has been trying to cultivate a practice of this, and it has actually been quite good for him mentally. A way of accepting his need for these machines without a negative focus on his own limitations.
In any case, Barcus is respectful enough to meet his high standard.
"Prop it against the nightstand, please," he commands softly. "And then come here." Oops, he'd just said he wouldn't take the reins, and now he's giving orders.
He turns his attention back to Xander, grabbing and lifting his face to kiss him on the mouth again with more fervor. Hunger. Their tongues mingle as he removes his leather glove, revealing a hand that's oddly purple, gnarled fibers of metal woven together. Barcus may have seen it before, if he saw Viktor doing fine detail work in the workshop, but otherwise he keeps it covered. He then makes quick work of Xander's shirt buttons, exposing his lovely chest, sliding the garment off his shoulders.
The fingers in his hair certainly made it a little more difficult to focus on the gnome's brace removal skills, but given how Viktor responded with zero complaints, Xander let himself relax and focus on kissing his partner's neck; marking a little patch of pale skin until it started to bloom with red. He finished just in time for Viktor to tilt his head up, and despite all suggestions that they took turns being in charge, he obeyed without hesitation, lips parting to accept and eagerly receive his kiss like a supplicant receiving a blessing.
He managed to slip Viktor's shirt off before the other man set to work on his, shoulders shrugging, the shirt tossed aside to be dealt with later. Given Viktor's "come here" order to Barcus, he trusted he had something in mind, and seemed content with occupying himself for the moment; hands on his hips, pressing down gently yet insistent so he could grind up against him.
Were he aware he was being judged on proper reverence, Barcus could have put more emphasis on his fascination. Forgive him, but he's a little distracted, between the awareness that they're slowly undressing and the soft sound of their kisses. He nods, rising to set the brace aside as instructed, and the something about the shift in tone sends a shiver down his spine.
Oh...Oh, perhaps he guessed more rightly than he thought he had! When he turns back, he moves more slowly, half-entranced by the picture before him, and when Viktor reaches out and pulls him in, settling him where he wants him, he goes without question, and without complaint. He's still fully dressed, himself, minus his boots and stockings, but that is the least interesting thing happening right now. He touches each of them lightly, just a stroke along the flank and lower back to let them know where he is, and because he can't bear not to touch, but otherwise waits to see what they have in mind.
Xander opens to him like a flower in bloom, and his scent is just as sweet, musky and spiced and full of some pheromone that makes Viktor feel drunk. Despite the mark Xander left on his neck, it would seem the other two men are more than happy to let Viktor lead, and moreover, he thinks the situation calls for it. If no one is in charge, three people trying to have sex sounds like chaos to him, and he won't have chaos. He will have perfection.
After a particularly deep plunge of his tongue into Xander's mouth, he breaks the kiss and takes a long, intense look into his eyes, communicating his possession and love. He finally turns to Barcus, coaxing Xander to face their friend as well. Their bodies show the struggles of their pasts, with Xander's many deep scars and Viktor's brace bolted into his very vertebrae, and what Barcus would recognize (from Viktor's work) as runes scarred into his chest, as though once carved there.
He reaches for Barcus' eager face and caresses his cheek with his flesh hand, looking fondly into his eyes before leaning forward slightly to kiss him. Similar to Xander's deep brown, Viktor's eyes are like pools of amber, with a glow like firelight, warm but intense. The kiss is soft and slow, savouring, and then he pulls back to look at Xander, encouraging him to kiss their friend as well.
Xander had tried — but when Viktor took a hold of his chin, every time, without fail, he felt himself entranced to the point he could not do anything but whatever he asked of him. His lips remained parted even after that feverish kiss, his eyes focused upward to meet his, adoring and love drunk.
He turned to face the gnome as well, unable to quell the faintest hint of jealousy that clenched his fingers into Viktor's hips when their lips first connected. It was a brief flare, however, that passed by the time his turn came to do the same.
With Viktor on his lap, he did his best not to dislodge him when he hooked an arm around Barcus and pulled him closer, long hair now loose from its usual bun brushing the gnome's cheek when he pressed a firm, sensual kiss to his lips.
Slowly, benevolently, they're allowing him in, which is what he so dearly hoped for. He is a guest in this room, a temporary supplicant at whatever alter this is that they've built for the two of them. The candles burn brightly.
He looks at them, silvery eyes sweeping across the scars and the runes. Now is not the time to ask questions, but the sheer number of marks tells him a lot. Ashton is marked like that, so many scars that still ache even as they shine. At least a doctor must know how to ease his own pain, and Viktor's.
Something shifts behind his eyes when Viktor strokes his cheek, pupils widening. The natural tilt of Barcus' eyebrows lends his face to expressions of either skepticism or pleading, and pleading seems to be more appropriate just now.
He's sweet and easygoing in the kiss, pliant and letting Viktor lead. Even at that rate, it leaves him breathless, but he doesn't hesitate to accept the same attention from Xander. Oxygen isn't that important, anyway.
The brush of hair against his skin makes him shiver, and his hands are subtly fidgety when the kiss breaks. "You know," he murmurs vaguely, "I've never really regretted not having hair before. Soft..."
Viktor is usually self-conscious of his body, but even as the gnome's curious eyes roam over him, he still just feels... Comfortable, here. Like this is his rightful place, and anyone who dared to utter an unkind word to him would be cast out by his lover.
Safe.
It helps that he knows Barcus is not in the business of saying unkind things to anyone, let alone men he wants to slip into bed with. His expression is sweet, and he is a good kisser- telling of his experience, and Viktor appreciates the lack of rushing. It feels more intimate to savour each other.
He watches his partner kiss Barcus, and oddly, his jealousy is gone now that they've had their talk to get on the same page, and now that Viktor feels more in control of things. That could change, of course, but for now it's replaced by a sort of compersion. Delight and arousal at seeing them enjoy each other. He smiles and takes the opportunity to stroke Barcus' back and begin to unbutton his clothing for him.
"Lovely, isn't it?" Viktor's voice is warm and smooth like honey, dripping with adoration for his partner. Despite seeing no reason to put work into his own, he feels like he could spend a lifetime taking care of Xander's hair, washing it, combing it, braiding it into regal styles to best showcase how handsome he is. He moves to thread his fingers into those locks again, fingertips massaging small circles into his temple.
"And he loves a scalp massage." Really, Xander seems to love any touch he gets from Viktor. He's a bit of a puppy-dog in bed, excitable and easily lost in his enjoyment. It's adorable.
He moves back to Barcus to slide off his shirt, caressing his shoulders as he does so, then placing a soft kiss on top of one of them.
"And what is it you like, Barcus? Will you tell us, or should we perform some experiments to find out?"
As seemed to be the case for all of them, Xander was tempted to ask a follow-up question, but decided no one needed to dive into gnome genetic traits while setting up for a threesome, so he bit his tongue and instead whimpered softly when they played with his hair and Viktor outed him for his love of scalp massages.
Really, it was the love of Viktor playing with his hair in general, but he would not deny the assessment either way.
Xander let Viktor work on the removal of Barcus's clothing so there weren't too many hands getting in one another's way, so he settled on getting Viktor's pants undone, taking a moment to teasingly press his fingers to his still-clothed cock. Did he do it on purpose to test his focus? Maybe. He gave Barcus a small, slightly mischievous smile, while making sure he noted his response. Please, tell them what you like.
A couple whimpers escape the gnome's throat when he feels Viktor's hands undressing him. It's by no means a complaint, and he leans in a little to put himself in a better position for it. Feeling more secure in their comfort, he lets his hands start to wander, one resting on Viktor's knee, the other stroking the side of Xander's throat, smoothing his hair, trailing down his collarbones to his chest.
He's long since gotten used to lovers twice his size, in Caldera, but there's something especially intense about there being two of them right now. He likes it. Not so long ago, it would have been too intimidating to enjoy; perhaps that means he's developing more self-confidence.
Eyes half-lidded, he watches Xander turn to his lover and turn the tables on him without a word. Well, then! Catching Xander's eye with a bright look in return, he turns his attention to Viktor, as well, nestling closer to his side, skin to skin, small and wiry but solid. He's right about at chest level, which is bound to be advantageous, and returns the kiss to his shoulder by kissing the man's nearest nipple.
"Mnm. Ears are sensitive," he admits, kisses again. "And my throat. Lower back. I offered fellatio because I very much enjoy giving it, for the record."
His tongue traces a circle where he's been kissing, and he nuzzles a little lower down his ribcage, teasing while trying not to get in the way of Xander's activity, either.
The way Xander whimpers and fondles his cock through his clothing sends a surge of arousal through him, and it does make him falter momentarily, exhaling a shaky breath as his eyelids flutter slightly. He rolls his hips into the touch. And then Barcus kisses his nipple, which makes him gasp softly.
He almost doesn't register Barcus' answer to his question, too distracted by the gnome's tongue on that sensitive area. Goosebumps form all around his areola and up his neck, and he wraps an arm around Xander's shoulders again, gripping to brace himself.
But to his credit, he does take his mental notes, and immediately brushes a hand against Barcus' neck and up to his earlobe, where his fingertips play with it.
"I see..."
Perhaps that is what Barcus is working toward now, fellatio, as his kiss ventures lower. Viktor's brace is covering his ribcage almost entirely, so the next patch of exposed skin comes underneath, on his stomach. He continues to trace his fingertips over Barcus' scalp, the back of his head, behind his pointed ear, and along the shell of it.
"And that is what you'd like to do now?" He's never had a blowjob before, so he feels a little tentative, but if Barcus enjoys it so much, he's not going to object. He does, however, look to Xander, as though asking permission with his gaze.
Those are all spots he may have guessed if Barcus did not have an answer for them, but they were noted regardless. Xander hooked his arm around Viktor's waist; let his other hand dip past the open front of his trousers to grasp his cock and stroke, slow and purposeful, to rouse him fully.
There was something alluring in watching another man pleasure his partner, and by the time Viktor turned to ask his silent permission, Xander had already begun to imagine what Barcus might look like with Viktor's cock in his mouth — and, of course, what Viktor would look like when overcome with pleasure.
He kissed Viktor's cheek reassuringly and pulled his hand back. "I am fully in support of that." He purred. "But, if you would not mind, I think we need to readjust."
With that, Viktor would have to be without him for the few seconds it took for him to scoot back, remove the rest of his clothes, and then settle himself, sitting back against the pillows at the head of the bed. "Come here. Both of you." He reached for Viktor; tugged him back into his lap, helped him undress as well (unless he did so himself already), and then grabbed a bottle from the drawer beside his bed. His head dipped to kiss Viktor's shoulder. "I am right here, dear. Just relax."
Barcus seems to be losing some of his concentration under Viktor's touch. He continues to nuzzle and kiss wherever he can reach skin around the brace, but his eyes are closed now and his hands are trembling with barely-suppressed excitement. It's a thing that his other lovers have no doubt noted, though none others are here to comment on it. His hands, which are perfectly steady whenever he's at his workbench (an alchemist's must be), can hardly keep still when he's aroused.
He nods in answer to the question. "Something about...narrowing my focus to a single part of a person, I think." He explains, without ceasing with his gentle kisses, though after a second he turns his attention on Xander as if to make sure he knows he's included in the offer, delivering a kiss and a light nibble to his upper arm. "It's almost soothing."
Figures a craftsman might enjoy sex as a different kind of detailed endeavor.
He makes a vague mm? sound at the comment about readjusting, straightening to see what they have in mind. Physical accommodations for sex are certainly not new to him, given the size difference between him and his other lovers.
Head tilted to watch with soft-eyed interest, he hangs back for a moment and watches them undress and reposition, and--well, hells, it's not like anyone said he had to keep his pants on, so he finishes stripping as well, kicking his clothes to the floor. He's small, more wiry than muscular, but there are cords of muscle in his forearms and upper back from his work, and a little more softness in his thighs and ass than one would notice when he's clothed. Tunics and leather aprons cover a lot.
"Now, how can I assist, without being too distracting?" he says with humor in his voice, already guessing where this is going. "Xander, if you're getting Viktor ready to take you, maybe I ought to help get your cock wet first, then handle his?"
(Where does that leave him, save hard and wanting? He doesn't care right now, this is exactly where he wanted to be.)
Oh, these men. Xander stroking him with such certainty along with Barcus' sweet and feathery kisses makes Viktor exhale a pleasured sigh and close his eyes for a moment. It takes a lot for him to fully let go of his inhibitions, but he is getting there.
Far be it from him to argue with Xander about positioning; he's very smart about that. Well, he's smart about everything, but seems to have a knack for what will work best for their bodily limitations. He removes his pants and underclothes and discards them before crawling into his partner's lap again, loathe to part from him for long. Feeling Xander's warmth cradling his backside, the kiss to his shoulder and the reassurance makes him feel safe and loved beyond measure, and for a moment he can't believe how lucky he is.
He watches Barcus with lidded eyes, taking in the gnome's body. He and Barcus are so cerebral and practical that Viktor's mind hadn't wandered much to his physique before, but now that it's right here before him, he loves what he sees. His skin tone is beautiful, and the way his lean muscles dive into curves nearly makes Viktor's mouth water.
But, wait, what? Getting him ready to take him? Viktor blushes as he realizes that he is not as in charge as he thought, and the two men have been silently planning to overwhelm him, right under his nose.
He can't argue with the plan, however. It sounds divine. Viktor will reluctantly move off of Xander's lap as much as needed to make space for Barcus to pleasure his partner. He opens his arms to Barcus. As the gnome draws near, Viktor will touch him again, one metal and one flesh hand caressing and tracing his curves. Given how awkward Viktor can be with other things, one might not expect his touch to have such flowing grace, such gentle intention, but it would seem he's as good with the soft curve of skin as he is with fine workings of metal. Soon his hands travel downward, giving his plump ass an experimental squeeze before giving attention to his lower back, rubbing gentle circles over the scars there.
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Still, their hands on his cheeks calm him, reassure him that everything is okay. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, feeling how warm his body is.
He blushes again at Barcus' suggestion of... Well, it sounds like fellatio. "So long as we could sit while you do it..." He murmurs. He is not standing for that long, nor does he want Xander to. Their sex is... Adaptive, to require the least effort possible.
He is glad to hear that Xander's arrangement is not such an uncommon one, after all. He imagines it will comfort his partner to hear it treated as normal, and it's enlightening for Viktor as well.
"Shall we go to Xander's room at the inn, then?" For a bit of privacy, and a bed.
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He was going to just... let Viktor take the reins on that blow job talk. Good lord. In fact — give him a second to pray silently.
"Your father and I have that in common." Being too busy to worry about side partners during his marriage, that is. "I am glad to know you understand. I think my bedroom will suffice." Which meant he had to get up. Xander sighed and released Barcus hand so he could turn and kiss Viktor on the lips, his smile warm when he pulled back. "You're sure?" Because this was sudden and a lot and he'd be damned if he didn't double check.
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But now he's starting to feel like the slut in the room, which may be accurate but it's a little unusual for him. He pats each man on the shoulder and moves away to let them talk to one another and come to their final conclusions. "Anywhere you prefer, dear. I suppose he's the only one of us without roommates."
Not that Bel would mind Barcus bringing them to their place, but there's also the cat and the dragon to consider.
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He's grateful to get a moment to speak directly to Xander. He thinks they both could use a little reassurance before they get into this.
And the kiss does settle Viktor's racing heart, makes his breathing deeper. It's okay. Everything is okay. Finally, he can look Xander in his deep brown eyes, and his warm gaze is soothing. He puts his hands on his partner's cheeks.
"I am yours, and you are mine. Nothing will change that." He's just as much saying it for himself as for Xander. "My heart will not be pulled in any other direction. It belongs to you alone." Of course, there are other people Viktor loves with all his heart, like Jayce and Skan, but not like he loves Xander. It's different. He kisses him again.
"This is just... A nice bonus to what we already have. We can stop at any time; Barcus will understand. So just... Tap me thrice, if you need to." Their signal.
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He couldn't help the fond smile that spread across his lips, his own worries assuaged almost as soon as their eyes met. "As does mine." He assured his partner and eagerly returned the next kiss he offered.
Xander gently tapped Viktor's arm three times. "Of course. You do the same."
That said, he turned his head to gently nuzzle into Viktor's neck, and he remained there for a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling back and looking over to Barcus.
"Shall we, then?"
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He offers a hand to whichever of them prefers to take it, and guides them out of the workshop. It's late enough, no one else is there anyway, and he can lock up behind their departure without inconveniencing anyone. The walk back to the Inn is leisurely, as there is no call to rush them, and his legs are short anyway.
Once they're in Xander's room, he looks up at them with a warm smile: "Ground rules, gentlemen? I enjoy kissing, for one thing, but I do understand if you prefer to keep that for one another. And if one of you is usually more...in charge," his gaze strays to Viktor briefly, because of that tap me thrice, "I'm happy to defer to him."
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He nods to his love and cradles the back of his neck as he nuzzles into him, closing his eyes briefly. Sweet man. Yes, he feels much better about all of this now.
He takes Barcus' hand, because he hadn't gotten a chance to heal one of them yet. As he stands, he sneaks healing into it. He hobbles over to his chair; now that he's gotten used to it, it's hard to justify not using it. It conserves so much of his energy, and he knows he's going to need it. He takes the hand of whoever will hold his on their walk to the inn.
Viktor's brows raise as Barcus seems to assume that he's usually the one in charge. He has no idea where that came from.
"Ah, we tend to... Take turns?" He looks to Xander uncertainly. "I am far less experienced, however, and have never taken more than one partner, so I doubt I will be much use in the driver's seat here."
"And I see no reason to bar certain activities. That seems unnecessarily complicating. We both enjoy kissing."
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He grabbed his cane and stood on Viktor's other side to hold his hand as they headed to the inn. He could hope, with any luck, that Finnick didn't clock him walking into a room with two men tonight, but he doubted he would be so lucky. Alas — something to blush about later.
"We go wherever the mood takes us." He added with a soft laugh, "and I have no issue with kissing. If there is something we do not enjoy, I am sure you will know quickly enough."
He looked between the both of them as he shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over a chair beside the bed, cane set against the wall. "If anything, kissing seems a fantastic way to begin." And with that said, he settled onto the edge of the bed and reached for Viktor to pull him into his lap, hands on his hips. "Why don't you join us up here, Barcus, and we can... ease our way in."
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"Ahh, well," he looks a little sheepish. "My experiences with multiple partners at once have been few and far between, but this wouldn't be the first time. The first time, I was a little tipsy at the Elfsong and a halfling and a gold dwarf took turns kissing me like they were passing a cigarette back and forth across the bar."
Talk about a sexual awakening.
He makes so bold as to remove his own jacket, shaking it out gently and folding it. He leaves his boots by the door so as not to track dirt into the room, and then there's a utility belt to remove lest the tools poke someone in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Once all that is done, he looks up to see the one man in the other's lap, and he has to take a moment to enjoy the sight before coming over and clambering onto the bed beside them.
"You really are both very handsome," he observes, and rests a hand on Xander's back lightly. He'll wait patiently until they seem comfortable before reaching out for more.
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He rises from his chair, hobbling over to the bed, where Xander takes him into his lap. He hums happily; the gesture makes him feel... Adored. He drapes his arms loosely around his partner's neck and kisses him languidly, closing his eyes and losing himself in it readily. If anything can soothe his nerves, it is this.
From the start, Viktor never expected anyone in Caldera to have eyes for him, but was quickly proven wrong. Still, it's dizzying when someone new expresses attraction to him.
"Thank you," he breaks the kiss to murmur. "As are you, and as I was saying, exceptional with your hands..." He really and truly is very attracted to Barcus' hands, which should now be in top-shape for their activities. "Would you... Mind removing my brace for me? I would like to see them at work." He lifts his right leg, clad in metal, toward the gnome.
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Viktor should feel adored, because he was. Xander slid his hands up his partner's sides, then up between them to start working the buttons of his shirt open while they kissed. And when Viktor pulled back, he dipped his head down to kiss along his neck instead, teeth catching a small patch of skin to gently tease between them.
He trusted Barcus well enough, but he still made sure to angle his head so he could watch the brace removal — just in case.
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Barcus lets them kiss without interference, watching with a blend of softness and desire.
Which, admittedly, starts to tilt more towards desire as Xander starts to undo Viktor's shirt buttons, and kiss his neck. He catches his breath slightly when Viktor speaks, looking up at him. The request is downright flattering; he understand the value of a brace or a prosthesis. "With pleasure, my dear," he answers, and rolls forward onto his knees to be in a better position to access the device.
He runs his fingers over it carefully first, as if testing for tensile strength, but fortunately for them all he doesn't get bogged down in curiosity with respect to the construction. Maybe later he'll ask Viktor whether he designed it himself and about some of the specs, but for now he just unfastens it and removes it, gentle and matter-of-fact, and strokes the leg beneath.
"Where would you like me to put it?" This is not something that gets cast over a chair like a pair of trousers.
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Barcus seems to admire the construction of it (yes, Viktor designed and built it with Jayce, and they can discuss later), which is nice. He treats the brace with the careful practicality Viktor has seen him treat any other machine with, though with more gentleness given the context. He thinks it could do with more reverence, not because Viktor actually sees himself as divine, but because he's been thinking a lot about what Gadriel told him. That machines have spirits just like people do, and that one must build a relationship with any machine that aids them regularly, like armor or a prosthetic or mobility aid. Machines must be shown gratitude and respect, in Gadriel's opinion, so Viktor has been trying to cultivate a practice of this, and it has actually been quite good for him mentally. A way of accepting his need for these machines without a negative focus on his own limitations.
In any case, Barcus is respectful enough to meet his high standard.
"Prop it against the nightstand, please," he commands softly. "And then come here." Oops, he'd just said he wouldn't take the reins, and now he's giving orders.
He turns his attention back to Xander, grabbing and lifting his face to kiss him on the mouth again with more fervor. Hunger. Their tongues mingle as he removes his leather glove, revealing a hand that's oddly purple, gnarled fibers of metal woven together. Barcus may have seen it before, if he saw Viktor doing fine detail work in the workshop, but otherwise he keeps it covered. He then makes quick work of Xander's shirt buttons, exposing his lovely chest, sliding the garment off his shoulders.
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He managed to slip Viktor's shirt off before the other man set to work on his, shoulders shrugging, the shirt tossed aside to be dealt with later. Given Viktor's "come here" order to Barcus, he trusted he had something in mind, and seemed content with occupying himself for the moment; hands on his hips, pressing down gently yet insistent so he could grind up against him.
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Oh...Oh, perhaps he guessed more rightly than he thought he had! When he turns back, he moves more slowly, half-entranced by the picture before him, and when Viktor reaches out and pulls him in, settling him where he wants him, he goes without question, and without complaint. He's still fully dressed, himself, minus his boots and stockings, but that is the least interesting thing happening right now. He touches each of them lightly, just a stroke along the flank and lower back to let them know where he is, and because he can't bear not to touch, but otherwise waits to see what they have in mind.
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After a particularly deep plunge of his tongue into Xander's mouth, he breaks the kiss and takes a long, intense look into his eyes, communicating his possession and love. He finally turns to Barcus, coaxing Xander to face their friend as well. Their bodies show the struggles of their pasts, with Xander's many deep scars and Viktor's brace bolted into his very vertebrae, and what Barcus would recognize (from Viktor's work) as runes scarred into his chest, as though once carved there.
He reaches for Barcus' eager face and caresses his cheek with his flesh hand, looking fondly into his eyes before leaning forward slightly to kiss him. Similar to Xander's deep brown, Viktor's eyes are like pools of amber, with a glow like firelight, warm but intense. The kiss is soft and slow, savouring, and then he pulls back to look at Xander, encouraging him to kiss their friend as well.
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He turned to face the gnome as well, unable to quell the faintest hint of jealousy that clenched his fingers into Viktor's hips when their lips first connected. It was a brief flare, however, that passed by the time his turn came to do the same.
With Viktor on his lap, he did his best not to dislodge him when he hooked an arm around Barcus and pulled him closer, long hair now loose from its usual bun brushing the gnome's cheek when he pressed a firm, sensual kiss to his lips.
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He looks at them, silvery eyes sweeping across the scars and the runes. Now is not the time to ask questions, but the sheer number of marks tells him a lot. Ashton is marked like that, so many scars that still ache even as they shine. At least a doctor must know how to ease his own pain, and Viktor's.
Something shifts behind his eyes when Viktor strokes his cheek, pupils widening. The natural tilt of Barcus' eyebrows lends his face to expressions of either skepticism or pleading, and pleading seems to be more appropriate just now.
He's sweet and easygoing in the kiss, pliant and letting Viktor lead. Even at that rate, it leaves him breathless, but he doesn't hesitate to accept the same attention from Xander. Oxygen isn't that important, anyway.
The brush of hair against his skin makes him shiver, and his hands are subtly fidgety when the kiss breaks. "You know," he murmurs vaguely, "I've never really regretted not having hair before. Soft..."
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Safe.
It helps that he knows Barcus is not in the business of saying unkind things to anyone, let alone men he wants to slip into bed with. His expression is sweet, and he is a good kisser- telling of his experience, and Viktor appreciates the lack of rushing. It feels more intimate to savour each other.
He watches his partner kiss Barcus, and oddly, his jealousy is gone now that they've had their talk to get on the same page, and now that Viktor feels more in control of things. That could change, of course, but for now it's replaced by a sort of compersion. Delight and arousal at seeing them enjoy each other. He smiles and takes the opportunity to stroke Barcus' back and begin to unbutton his clothing for him.
"Lovely, isn't it?" Viktor's voice is warm and smooth like honey, dripping with adoration for his partner. Despite seeing no reason to put work into his own, he feels like he could spend a lifetime taking care of Xander's hair, washing it, combing it, braiding it into regal styles to best showcase how handsome he is. He moves to thread his fingers into those locks again, fingertips massaging small circles into his temple.
"And he loves a scalp massage." Really, Xander seems to love any touch he gets from Viktor. He's a bit of a puppy-dog in bed, excitable and easily lost in his enjoyment. It's adorable.
He moves back to Barcus to slide off his shirt, caressing his shoulders as he does so, then placing a soft kiss on top of one of them.
"And what is it you like, Barcus? Will you tell us, or should we perform some experiments to find out?"
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Really, it was the love of Viktor playing with his hair in general, but he would not deny the assessment either way.
Xander let Viktor work on the removal of Barcus's clothing so there weren't too many hands getting in one another's way, so he settled on getting Viktor's pants undone, taking a moment to teasingly press his fingers to his still-clothed cock. Did he do it on purpose to test his focus? Maybe. He gave Barcus a small, slightly mischievous smile, while making sure he noted his response. Please, tell them what you like.
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He's long since gotten used to lovers twice his size, in Caldera, but there's something especially intense about there being two of them right now. He likes it. Not so long ago, it would have been too intimidating to enjoy; perhaps that means he's developing more self-confidence.
Eyes half-lidded, he watches Xander turn to his lover and turn the tables on him without a word. Well, then! Catching Xander's eye with a bright look in return, he turns his attention to Viktor, as well, nestling closer to his side, skin to skin, small and wiry but solid. He's right about at chest level, which is bound to be advantageous, and returns the kiss to his shoulder by kissing the man's nearest nipple.
"Mnm. Ears are sensitive," he admits, kisses again. "And my throat. Lower back. I offered fellatio because I very much enjoy giving it, for the record."
His tongue traces a circle where he's been kissing, and he nuzzles a little lower down his ribcage, teasing while trying not to get in the way of Xander's activity, either.
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He almost doesn't register Barcus' answer to his question, too distracted by the gnome's tongue on that sensitive area. Goosebumps form all around his areola and up his neck, and he wraps an arm around Xander's shoulders again, gripping to brace himself.
But to his credit, he does take his mental notes, and immediately brushes a hand against Barcus' neck and up to his earlobe, where his fingertips play with it.
"I see..."
Perhaps that is what Barcus is working toward now, fellatio, as his kiss ventures lower. Viktor's brace is covering his ribcage almost entirely, so the next patch of exposed skin comes underneath, on his stomach. He continues to trace his fingertips over Barcus' scalp, the back of his head, behind his pointed ear, and along the shell of it.
"And that is what you'd like to do now?" He's never had a blowjob before, so he feels a little tentative, but if Barcus enjoys it so much, he's not going to object. He does, however, look to Xander, as though asking permission with his gaze.
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There was something alluring in watching another man pleasure his partner, and by the time Viktor turned to ask his silent permission, Xander had already begun to imagine what Barcus might look like with Viktor's cock in his mouth — and, of course, what Viktor would look like when overcome with pleasure.
He kissed Viktor's cheek reassuringly and pulled his hand back. "I am fully in support of that." He purred. "But, if you would not mind, I think we need to readjust."
With that, Viktor would have to be without him for the few seconds it took for him to scoot back, remove the rest of his clothes, and then settle himself, sitting back against the pillows at the head of the bed. "Come here. Both of you." He reached for Viktor; tugged him back into his lap, helped him undress as well (unless he did so himself already), and then grabbed a bottle from the drawer beside his bed. His head dipped to kiss Viktor's shoulder. "I am right here, dear. Just relax."
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He nods in answer to the question. "Something about...narrowing my focus to a single part of a person, I think." He explains, without ceasing with his gentle kisses, though after a second he turns his attention on Xander as if to make sure he knows he's included in the offer, delivering a kiss and a light nibble to his upper arm. "It's almost soothing."
Figures a craftsman might enjoy sex as a different kind of detailed endeavor.
He makes a vague mm? sound at the comment about readjusting, straightening to see what they have in mind. Physical accommodations for sex are certainly not new to him, given the size difference between him and his other lovers.
Head tilted to watch with soft-eyed interest, he hangs back for a moment and watches them undress and reposition, and--well, hells, it's not like anyone said he had to keep his pants on, so he finishes stripping as well, kicking his clothes to the floor. He's small, more wiry than muscular, but there are cords of muscle in his forearms and upper back from his work, and a little more softness in his thighs and ass than one would notice when he's clothed. Tunics and leather aprons cover a lot.
"Now, how can I assist, without being too distracting?" he says with humor in his voice, already guessing where this is going. "Xander, if you're getting Viktor ready to take you, maybe I ought to help get your cock wet first, then handle his?"
(Where does that leave him, save hard and wanting? He doesn't care right now, this is exactly where he wanted to be.)
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Far be it from him to argue with Xander about positioning; he's very smart about that. Well, he's smart about everything, but seems to have a knack for what will work best for their bodily limitations. He removes his pants and underclothes and discards them before crawling into his partner's lap again, loathe to part from him for long. Feeling Xander's warmth cradling his backside, the kiss to his shoulder and the reassurance makes him feel safe and loved beyond measure, and for a moment he can't believe how lucky he is.
He watches Barcus with lidded eyes, taking in the gnome's body. He and Barcus are so cerebral and practical that Viktor's mind hadn't wandered much to his physique before, but now that it's right here before him, he loves what he sees. His skin tone is beautiful, and the way his lean muscles dive into curves nearly makes Viktor's mouth water.
But, wait, what? Getting him ready to take him? Viktor blushes as he realizes that he is not as in charge as he thought, and the two men have been silently planning to overwhelm him, right under his nose.
He can't argue with the plan, however. It sounds divine. Viktor will reluctantly move off of Xander's lap as much as needed to make space for Barcus to pleasure his partner. He opens his arms to Barcus. As the gnome draws near, Viktor will touch him again, one metal and one flesh hand caressing and tracing his curves. Given how awkward Viktor can be with other things, one might not expect his touch to have such flowing grace, such gentle intention, but it would seem he's as good with the soft curve of skin as he is with fine workings of metal. Soon his hands travel downward, giving his plump ass an experimental squeeze before giving attention to his lower back, rubbing gentle circles over the scars there.
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