Xander's instincts as a physician always had him observing people and how their bodies moved. Here, in Caldera, he was observing the different builds of various species, too, including the deep gnome that he saw on a regular basis. So maybe he had scoped out his ass a few times when he bent over to work on something... for purely practical and scientific reasons. Yes.
Barcus caught on fast — but they had apparently plotted well enough even without speaking that Viktor had been slightly thrown off by the revelation. Xander chuckled softly and laid another kiss upon Viktor's cheek, feeling the heat that radiated from his skin. He was so sweet Xander was sure he could feel his teeth aching.
"That is a fine idea." He did not want to part from him, but Barcus's plan was a good one, and Viktor seemed inclined to agree. So he relented, but only enough to free his lap and allow the gnome a clear shot to his intended target — unsurprisingly, Xander was hard, the tip of his cock seeping with precum that glistened in the flickering firelight of the room. He leaned over to catch Viktor's chin in a deep, slow kiss that ended with a drag of teeth along his lower lip; while his other hand moved to stroke the length of one of Barcus's ears when he drew closer.
It's going to be a useful warm-up for Barcus, as well. He's practiced, at this point, in giving head to men twice his size--it's not impossible, it's just a learning curve that goes halfway down his throat--but the motion of Xander bouncing Viktor on his lap, no matter how gentle, is likely to be a bit more intense than your usual blowjob. A challenge he looks forward to.
He moves close again, reveling in the fact that he's between their bodies, without actually blocking off their touch from one another: there's the real advantage of being smaller. The way Viktor touches him makes him moan, swaying slightly as if the sweet finesse makes him want to collapse beneath those caresses and surrender. But that would interrupt the work he's assigned himself, and he can't be having with that.
He settles halfway across Xander's thighs, leaning down to nip lightly at the angle of his hipbones and the crease of his groin, just warming him with his breath before he takes him in hand. The way he strokes the length of his cock is rich with admiration, but also analytical, as if he's estimating breadth and weight and forming a plan of attack. Leave it to a gnome.
Delicate fingers catch that drop of precum, spreading it and slicking him down, before Barcus opens his mouth wide and licks, root to tip, with the flat of his tongue. No rush, here. The point isn't to make him come, after all. Not yet. Just to please him and make sure he's ready for further action.
Viktor moves just to Xander's side, close enough that his lover can reach his ass for preparation if he likes, still leaning against his chest. Just the deep, intentional kiss from his partner coaxes a soft noise from him. He's starting to hope Barcus doesn't feel like a third wheel, given how smitten the two are with one another.
At least he enjoys Viktor's touches, and while he doesn't want to distract him from what he's so intent on accomplishing here, he does think the gnome deserves some attention. Besides, he wants to watch his friend's technique, of course, and watch Xander's reactions. He continues to rub his back in slow figure-eights as Barcus strokes and teases Xander. It is arousing to watch, Viktor now fully hard as well. Then he gently takes Barcus' cock in hand, stroking the shaft slowly. His other hand touches the nape of Xander's neck, fingers tangling in curls there.
Don't threesome with a couple if you can't handle how disgusting they are. That said — Barcus did not seem to mind overmuch from Xander's point of view, and he was fairly confident they were divvying up affection well between them.
The intention in keeping Viktor close was to prep him; however, the feeling of Barcus's hand and mouth on him was a pretty prominent distraction. Xander's hips jerked, heels dug into the sheets to steel himself. "Father above..." he muttered under his breath. It had been a hot minute since someone had their mouth on his cock, so he might need a second.
Viktor's touch was calming enough, and he leaned back into it with a sigh, finally able to reach a hand back for the bottle of lube and pour some onto his fingers, which he delicately slid between Viktor's cheeks and up against his hole.
Third wheel? Hardly. At worst, he feels like a novelty they're sharing between them--which is actually very hot, so maybe it's at best. Regardless, he's getting more than enough attention to leave him hard even before Viktor's caresses.
Xander's little muttered prayer earns a breathy chuckle. He'll take that as a compliment, drawing back just long enough for the air to cool the wetness his licking has left behind, before diving in again. Cool. Warm. Hot, as he takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks.
Meanwhile, Viktor's hand finds his own erection and he makes a faint whimper of approval and spreads his legs further apart helpfully.
Viktor also smiles at Xander's reaction. Easy to please, this one.
"I think he will understand," he murmurs wryly to Xander.
Viktor's eyes widen slightly, however, as he watches Barcus take Xander's cock in his mouth. He looks... Well, like an expert. Xander will be putty in the gnome's hands shortly, without a doubt, and that thought makes Viktor briefly jealous of both men. But then he remembers that Barcus intends to do the same to him, and that quells it a little. Still, there's a fire of anticipation in his gut as he inhales deeply, shifting to give Xander better access to his hole.
His own deft hand continues stimulating Barcus, thumb circling around the head of his cock before stroking the shaft with more pressure and finesse, wrist working for a perfect angle. His fingers delicately fondle his friend's testicles, as his other hand continues to play with Xander's hair and lightly massage the back of his neck. All the while, he continues watching Barcus work, making mental notes of his technique so that hopefully, whenever he gets to suck Xander's cock, he might be half as good.
He had been testing the Father's patience and forgiveness for months now. What was a little more? Xander moaned and tilted his head back a little more, leaned into the pillows and Viktor's hand, eyes shut. He needed to keep his wits about him still.
His finger worked slow circles around the puckered hole of Viktor's ass, pressing the tip in slowly. His other hand shifted to rest atop Barcus's head — lamenting the lack of hair now himself, but making due with a press of his palm against the back of his skull. He did not shove — but the gnome would feel the firm press of his fingertips, urging him to take more.
Once again, Barcus sways slightly, resisting the urge to collapse into dual sources of pleasure and let them pull him apart. In spite of it, he manages to keep his focus, but the little gasps and moans he's making may just add to the stimulation Xander's receiving from his mouth. He wasn't lying about enjoying this activity in particular.
His own hands looks smaller as it wraps around the base of Xander's cock, but he only takes a second to appreciate that contrast (and bronze skin beneath stone-gray fingers) before obeying that gentle suggestion. His head dips lower, deeper, more, stills for a moment and then pulls back with a wet, salacious pop.
Only a second to catch his breath before he goes in again, swallowing, until the tip of his nose almost brushes Xander's body.
Viktor would be doing a number on Xander's neck right now, were he not so engrossed in watching what Barcus is doing. The way his partner presses on the back of his head to facilitate the gnome taking more of him into his mouth, down his throat. He's in awe of it, really; he's never... Seen a blowjob in his life, and Barcus is a small man, so taking so much of it in his mouth is impressive.
He makes a soft yearning sound as Xander enters him, arching his back (as much as he physically can) to give better access and press himself into his fingers. He is trying to stay patient, but he wants more. All the while, he continues to stroke Barcus, and presses wet little kisses to his lover's chest as he observes.
"You're very good at this, Barcus," he murmurs. Some praise is in order, surely.
It was impressive, given Xander's size — certainly not lacking in endowments — in comparison to the gnome. The feeling of his mouth, and then his throat, tight and warm and constricting around him, made Xander's hips jerk. He murmured an apology for the sudden roughness, and kneaded his fingers into Barcus's skull.
He was getting dangerously aroused now, however, between the talented lips around his cock that vibrated with every sound he made, and Viktor's own keening and kissing.
"I think that — that is enough." He managed to pant, fingers still working his lover open, even as they trembled. He slowly eased his hand off Barcus's head. "Father's light." He murmured with a sigh.
Barcus shivers and rocks his own hips into Viktor's touch, a reaction to the praise that's half involuntary pleasure and half acknowledgement. Never doubt he has made a study of this; his research methodologies are very thorough. He has notes!
This is the best peer review he's received from fellow scholars in quite a long while!
Meanwhile, the sudden movement from Xander makes his eyes water, but otherwise he handles it with aplomb, patting his hip in reassurance. So focused is he that he would probably just go on until told otherwise at this point, so it takes him a second to recognize that that is enough applies to him. He's slow to withdraw, too, but that's for his own sake. He makes a couple coughs as he pulls back and rubs the back of one hand across the teary corners of his eyes, like a cat grooming.
"Mmn," he manages, licking his lips. "'f course. Pardon me for being greedy." He's a little hoarse.
He gives Viktor an almost sultry look as he moves aside to make space for him. Do go on, gentlemen.
Xander's expert fingers begin to distract Viktor, making him melt against his partner's chest and exhale a few soft moans, stroking Barcus more languidly. He can tell by Xander's incredibly arousing reaction that he's getting too close, so it's good that Barcus stops when he does, or they will have a spent and sleepy Xander on their hands instead of the planned activity.
The coughs draw Viktor's attention back to his small friend, and he looks up at him with concern, reaching for his face. He uses the back of his own hand to help wipe the tears, then caress Barcus' cheek.
"I think you rather generous," Viktor murmurs. As Barcus moves aside, he turns back to Xander and kisses his cheek.
"Will you guide me?" He isn't quite sure how to best position himself to make this work. He moves into Xander's lap, but isn't sure if he should kneel, sit, crouch, or something else.
"I am inclined to agree." Xander said breathlessly, the faint hint of a wheeze heard on the exhale. He took a moment to gather himself — and to finish his preparation if his partner — before he pulled his hand back. Barcus had done a fine job slicking his cock, but he dribbled some more lubricant on just in case, reaching for Viktor afterwards.
"I'm going to lower you onto me. Sit with your legs spread." He instructed and braced his partner as best he could, back to chest, with one hand, the other steadying his cock as he lined up with his hole. Once the head slipped in snuggly, he gripped Viktor's ass and helped ease him down, all the while whispering softly in his ear. "Just like that. Good... good. You're taking me so well, Viktor." He glanced to Barcus with a wink, indicating he could move once Viktor settled in this lap.
The tears were just an involuntary reaction, nothing born from emotion, but Viktor touches him, brushes them away, and something in Barcus melts. His eyes drift closed with the affectionate murmur, and he smiles, saying nothing. It feels good.
Of course, the next step is not to be missed, and he refocuses his face when they start to move. His pupils are wide, darkening his pale eyes. "The picture the two of you make," he says, voice low and pleased and a little raspy. "Stunning together."
He bites his tongue then, watching the two of them and reaching to stroke them idly, each in turn, along the side or arm, as if to comfort them.
Xander's praise isn't even directed at him and it still gives the gnome goosebumps. He can only imagine the thrill it must fill Viktor with. He grins a little, watching their faces, and moves closer once again after Viktor is fully seated.
Rather than dive right in immediately, he embraces him gently around the waist, giving him a chance to adjust to the stretch, the feel of being held and admired by two pairs of hands at once.
"Breathe, darling," he reminds Xander, with a small, knowing smile. His partner can get a little overwhelmed at times like this, and it's a reminder to himself as well, to relax as he's penetrated.
His movements to lift himself up are fairly awkward, but he's guided and held by his lover. Barcus assures him that he looks good, which is completely unexpected, but nice. He's still getting used to compliments that aren't related to his work or his mind.
There's one of the first big cracks in Viktor's mask of careful control as he's lowered and Xander gives him that hushed praise. A thrill is correct. He tries to take slow, even breaths, but they inevitably hitch loudly as he's filled with his partner's hot girth. He exhales an ah of flustered pleasure and throws his head back against Xander's shoulder, exposing his bony throat, fluttering with heavy breaths.
"Oh, Xander..."
He'd missed this feeling, having his lover deep inside of him, pressing up against that spot that makes him see the stars. Yet untouched, his cock throbs, pre-come oozing from the tip. For two skinny, feeble men, it seems both of them are remarkably substantive below the belt.
One arm loosely wraps around the back of Xander's neck, and his other hand finds Barcus' shoulder as he lifts his head to look at him with lidded eyes and parted lips. He's caught, no, secured between the two mens' strong and skilled hands, like a precious jewel, held up for all to behold.
Viktor has never felt attractive in his life. Is this what it feels like?
He takes one more breath, drinking in this moment, but he can only last so long before his anticipation devours him.
Breathe, he said, like it was so easy to do with a beautiful man slowly settling into his lap and breathing out his name like a prayer. He tried, however, to inhale deep and exhale slow, lips pressed to Viktor's shoulder as he fully settled. He was convinced he would never get tired of the feeling of the tight heat of him wrapped around his cock, nor the way every movement made him want to lose control and drive into him until he was screaming in ecstacy.
Xander willed himself go remain steadfast, for now, a hand sliding up Viktor's chest and up to rest against his collarbone, thumb brushing his throat while his other hand reached for Barcus to playfully toy with his ear. He rolled his hips up into his partner.
"I am jealous, I think," he purred against the side of Viktor's neck, "that Barcus might have the best view of all of us."
Perhaps, between the three of them, between scars and illness and other glaring physical differences with most of the people around them, perhaps none of them is used to being admired and handled like a treasure. Each would insist the other two deserve it, though. By all means, please allow Barcus to help.
"Irresistible," he says softly, and he means the both of them, but it's Viktor's body that's most available to him, and so he straightens up and runs the palms of his hands down his front, gentle and reverent over the brace and the metal, more firm on bare skin. "I can practically read your pulse from the way your cock is twitching, Viktor."
He kneads his thighs briefly, then moves to kneel between their parted legs--which really is an advantageous place, Xander's right, what a view! He gives the man a wink and nods of acknowledgement and then busies himself with stroking Viktor's cock, once, twice, and sinking down to take the head into his mouth. He stays still for a second, all wet heat and the ripple of his tongue against the underside of the shaft, just to see how he'll respond.
"Oh, stop." He murmurs a scolding to Xander, but he's smiling faintly. Barcus continues to praise as well, paying his body more attention, and then that comment... Well, all of it makes Viktor blush, feeling exposed and on display and somewhat embarrassed. But it's also... A nice revelation, to see Barcus admire him so openly, metal parts and all. He still has a lingering sense that any sexual attention paid to him (other than by Xander) must be done out of some sense of pity or obligation, but he tries not to focus his thoughts there, instead accepting and enjoying what's being offered.
"I..." He breathlessly attempts to find some sort of excuse for his wanton arousal, something to say that would make it seem like he still has his wits about him. Problem being, his wits are nowhere to be found. He feels closer to begging than anything else. He is at their mercy, and they haven't even begun in earnest, yet.
And then Barcus' hand and mouth are on his cock, and it's so warm and wet and pleasant that he gasps an oh. His head falls back onto Xander again, and though caught between them, he realizes he still has some agency- should he move his hips at all, he will receive sensation on both sides. So, while his hip mobility isn't the best, he tries to arch his back and rock them forward and back. The movement makes him gasp and moan again.
"Oh, please..." He whispers. There it is, the begging.
Xander's gaze wandered briefly to the wall opposite the bed, absently wondering as to the benefits of a mirror there. It wouldn't do much save give him a view of Barcus's backside at the moment (which was nothing to scoff at, clearly), but if he and Viktor decided to try this position again—
Viktor's voice broke him out of that daydream, as did the way he shifted his hips. Xander brushed his lips against Viktor's ear. "You're doing so well, love." He whispered, breath hot against his skin. He rocked his own hips up to offer some friction, pushing Viktor up into the gnome's mouth a little more. "I'd ask Barcus how you taste, but it's rude to talk with your mouth full." Joking? Now? Forgive him.
Were they to ask Barcus, he would encourage them to put a mirror there. Not right now, obviously. He's not keen on his own ass, just other peoples', but there are definite benefits to being able to get a 360 degree view of what you're doing to your lover's body.
He makes a low, purring noise, adjusting to Viktor's movement with ease. The whispered plea makes his own body ache with need. If his mouth weren't so occupied, he might find himself echoing the sentiment aloud. Instead, he opens up and sinks deeper onto Viktor's cock and only grumbles in response to Xander's joke, mixed amusement and reproach.
He bobs his head helpfully (helpfully? destructively? it's a matter of perspective), giving the man a little more stimulation. Not too much yet, slow and easy, so they can savor his need just that much longer.
If Viktor was of sound mind, right now, he would chide Xander to be good. No poking fun at their generous compatriot. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he's in no position to scold with Xander grinding deep inside of him and Barcus enveloping his cock in soft, sweet heat. The hand on Barcus' shoulder moves to his smooth scalp, but Viktor doesn't press, just holds and caresses.
He thinks he's done little to deserve any praise here, but Xander's words spur his movement anyway, hips bucking with a touch more intensity. His chest begins to flush along with his face, and he exhales breathy gasps and moans. He begins to get lost in the peaks of pleasure his two lovers are affording him, and his eyes close as he melts back against Xander, turning his head to nuzzle his face into his partner's neck. He nips there with his teeth as his fingers press into his nape, like he's not sure where else to put his energy.
"Yes... Please... Please..." He whimpers against his partner's skin.
Viktor had no idea how much he was doing — Xander could not speak for Barcus, but he was certain the gnome would agree as to how beautiful he was in this moment, and how good he looked riding a cock while getting his own sucked by a talented man eager to please.
Barcus truly had a talent, too. He had worked the doctor up quite well before this, and between him and the tight heat around him while he watched the scene from his still very nice vantage point, he was fairly close to coming. For a split second, he thought he might; his head spinning and his hips jerking upward, wanting to thrust hard into his partner, but knowing Barcus might choke for it if he did. He groaned in reply to the begging, wanting so desperately to give him whatever he asked for; whatever he needed.
"Father, please—" he started to mutter, caught himself at the last second so he could return to his praise to help guide Viktor along. "G-Good boy—" he managed with a moan, fingers sifting into Viktor's hair, grasping hard enough to sting just a little. "Do you want to come for us, darling?"
Barcus is in no way offended by the joke; his mouth is full. Gloriously full. Maybe he'll take Xander to task for it later, with an equally playful attitude. Dad jokes in bed, really? Or maybe he'll have forgotten by the time they're done here.
He would love to be able to watch this and participate at the same time, but the sounds they're making are more than enough to drive his lust. He grips Viktor's thigh with one hand, half steadying, half encouraging, as he begins to move between them.
His jaw aches, and he knows that ache will linger tomorrow--something to look forward to. The heat on his tongue and the ragged breathing above him tells him they're both close, even before Xander asks that devastating question. It's addressed to Viktor, obviously, but even at that rate the gnome can't refrain from moaning in response.
(Yes. Yes, he does, actually. But it can wait until they're done.)
He draws back enough to give a nod, as if to reassure them he's okay, he can take whatever Viktor chooses to give him, whatever they have to give, and then he hollows his cheeks and hums low in the back of his throat, eyes shut tight.
Xander pulling his hair rips a louder moan from Viktor's throat, and he's so close he can barely speak, but--
"Bar- Barc--" He lifts his head to look at the gnome who will take the brunt of his impending orgasm, and hears him moan, sees him nod.
That is apparently the permission he needs to let go, and after a few more moments of delicious heat and buildup, he's overwhelmed entirely. His body goes stiff between them, and he cries out.
For a moment, he's somewhere else. Xander thinks of his God when they do this, but Viktor answers to no God. His call is to the realm of the arcane, and for a singular, split second, he is sure he gets a glimpse of it. Stars and space and glowing, shifting colours. An anomaly, self-replicating, self-annihilating, the likes of which the world has never seen. And Viktor is- he's not-
In the next second, it's gone, and he forgets the vision. He's simply a man in a body once again, a body coming down from something intense, covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest heaving. He's laying back against Xander, but his hand blindly caresses Barcus again, finding his face to wipe away any tears with his thumb.
Xander closed his eyes, knowing full well if he watched any further he would absolutely lose himself before Viktor did. He focused instead on his partner's breathing; on the way his muscles twitched; on the sounds he made right alongside those Barcus made.
He shifted his weight as best he could, knowing full well he would ache, too, but it was always worth it for this, and pressed up into him again as his own climax peaked and sent him toppling over the edge. The fingers in Viktor's hair clenched tight, while his other hand rested against his chest, able to feel his heart thrumming as they came together and he spilled his seed inside him.
There was only one problem in those blissful moments — Xander was almost immediately exhausted, his head drooping against Viktor's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, eyelids heavy. It would be so impolite to fall asleep before aiding their friend, too.
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Barcus caught on fast — but they had apparently plotted well enough even without speaking that Viktor had been slightly thrown off by the revelation. Xander chuckled softly and laid another kiss upon Viktor's cheek, feeling the heat that radiated from his skin. He was so sweet Xander was sure he could feel his teeth aching.
"That is a fine idea." He did not want to part from him, but Barcus's plan was a good one, and Viktor seemed inclined to agree. So he relented, but only enough to free his lap and allow the gnome a clear shot to his intended target — unsurprisingly, Xander was hard, the tip of his cock seeping with precum that glistened in the flickering firelight of the room. He leaned over to catch Viktor's chin in a deep, slow kiss that ended with a drag of teeth along his lower lip; while his other hand moved to stroke the length of one of Barcus's ears when he drew closer.
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He moves close again, reveling in the fact that he's between their bodies, without actually blocking off their touch from one another: there's the real advantage of being smaller. The way Viktor touches him makes him moan, swaying slightly as if the sweet finesse makes him want to collapse beneath those caresses and surrender. But that would interrupt the work he's assigned himself, and he can't be having with that.
He settles halfway across Xander's thighs, leaning down to nip lightly at the angle of his hipbones and the crease of his groin, just warming him with his breath before he takes him in hand. The way he strokes the length of his cock is rich with admiration, but also analytical, as if he's estimating breadth and weight and forming a plan of attack. Leave it to a gnome.
Delicate fingers catch that drop of precum, spreading it and slicking him down, before Barcus opens his mouth wide and licks, root to tip, with the flat of his tongue. No rush, here. The point isn't to make him come, after all. Not yet. Just to please him and make sure he's ready for further action.
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At least he enjoys Viktor's touches, and while he doesn't want to distract him from what he's so intent on accomplishing here, he does think the gnome deserves some attention. Besides, he wants to watch his friend's technique, of course, and watch Xander's reactions. He continues to rub his back in slow figure-eights as Barcus strokes and teases Xander. It is arousing to watch, Viktor now fully hard as well. Then he gently takes Barcus' cock in hand, stroking the shaft slowly. His other hand touches the nape of Xander's neck, fingers tangling in curls there.
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The intention in keeping Viktor close was to prep him; however, the feeling of Barcus's hand and mouth on him was a pretty prominent distraction. Xander's hips jerked, heels dug into the sheets to steel himself. "Father above..." he muttered under his breath. It had been a hot minute since someone had their mouth on his cock, so he might need a second.
Viktor's touch was calming enough, and he leaned back into it with a sigh, finally able to reach a hand back for the bottle of lube and pour some onto his fingers, which he delicately slid between Viktor's cheeks and up against his hole.
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Xander's little muttered prayer earns a breathy chuckle. He'll take that as a compliment, drawing back just long enough for the air to cool the wetness his licking has left behind, before diving in again. Cool. Warm. Hot, as he takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks.
Meanwhile, Viktor's hand finds his own erection and he makes a faint whimper of approval and spreads his legs further apart helpfully.
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"I think he will understand," he murmurs wryly to Xander.
Viktor's eyes widen slightly, however, as he watches Barcus take Xander's cock in his mouth. He looks... Well, like an expert. Xander will be putty in the gnome's hands shortly, without a doubt, and that thought makes Viktor briefly jealous of both men. But then he remembers that Barcus intends to do the same to him, and that quells it a little. Still, there's a fire of anticipation in his gut as he inhales deeply, shifting to give Xander better access to his hole.
His own deft hand continues stimulating Barcus, thumb circling around the head of his cock before stroking the shaft with more pressure and finesse, wrist working for a perfect angle. His fingers delicately fondle his friend's testicles, as his other hand continues to play with Xander's hair and lightly massage the back of his neck. All the while, he continues watching Barcus work, making mental notes of his technique so that hopefully, whenever he gets to suck Xander's cock, he might be half as good.
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His finger worked slow circles around the puckered hole of Viktor's ass, pressing the tip in slowly. His other hand shifted to rest atop Barcus's head — lamenting the lack of hair now himself, but making due with a press of his palm against the back of his skull. He did not shove — but the gnome would feel the firm press of his fingertips, urging him to take more.
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His own hands looks smaller as it wraps around the base of Xander's cock, but he only takes a second to appreciate that contrast (and bronze skin beneath stone-gray fingers) before obeying that gentle suggestion. His head dips lower, deeper, more, stills for a moment and then pulls back with a wet, salacious pop.
Only a second to catch his breath before he goes in again, swallowing, until the tip of his nose almost brushes Xander's body.
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He makes a soft yearning sound as Xander enters him, arching his back (as much as he physically can) to give better access and press himself into his fingers. He is trying to stay patient, but he wants more. All the while, he continues to stroke Barcus, and presses wet little kisses to his lover's chest as he observes.
"You're very good at this, Barcus," he murmurs. Some praise is in order, surely.
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He was getting dangerously aroused now, however, between the talented lips around his cock that vibrated with every sound he made, and Viktor's own keening and kissing.
"I think that — that is enough." He managed to pant, fingers still working his lover open, even as they trembled. He slowly eased his hand off Barcus's head. "Father's light." He murmured with a sigh.
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This is the best peer review he's received from fellow scholars in quite a long while!
Meanwhile, the sudden movement from Xander makes his eyes water, but otherwise he handles it with aplomb, patting his hip in reassurance. So focused is he that he would probably just go on until told otherwise at this point, so it takes him a second to recognize that that is enough applies to him. He's slow to withdraw, too, but that's for his own sake. He makes a couple coughs as he pulls back and rubs the back of one hand across the teary corners of his eyes, like a cat grooming.
"Mmn," he manages, licking his lips. "'f course. Pardon me for being greedy." He's a little hoarse.
He gives Viktor an almost sultry look as he moves aside to make space for him. Do go on, gentlemen.
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The coughs draw Viktor's attention back to his small friend, and he looks up at him with concern, reaching for his face. He uses the back of his own hand to help wipe the tears, then caress Barcus' cheek.
"I think you rather generous," Viktor murmurs. As Barcus moves aside, he turns back to Xander and kisses his cheek.
"Will you guide me?" He isn't quite sure how to best position himself to make this work. He moves into Xander's lap, but isn't sure if he should kneel, sit, crouch, or something else.
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"I'm going to lower you onto me. Sit with your legs spread." He instructed and braced his partner as best he could, back to chest, with one hand, the other steadying his cock as he lined up with his hole. Once the head slipped in snuggly, he gripped Viktor's ass and helped ease him down, all the while whispering softly in his ear. "Just like that. Good... good. You're taking me so well, Viktor." He glanced to Barcus with a wink, indicating he could move once Viktor settled in this lap.
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Of course, the next step is not to be missed, and he refocuses his face when they start to move. His pupils are wide, darkening his pale eyes. "The picture the two of you make," he says, voice low and pleased and a little raspy. "Stunning together."
He bites his tongue then, watching the two of them and reaching to stroke them idly, each in turn, along the side or arm, as if to comfort them.
Xander's praise isn't even directed at him and it still gives the gnome goosebumps. He can only imagine the thrill it must fill Viktor with. He grins a little, watching their faces, and moves closer once again after Viktor is fully seated.
Rather than dive right in immediately, he embraces him gently around the waist, giving him a chance to adjust to the stretch, the feel of being held and admired by two pairs of hands at once.
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His movements to lift himself up are fairly awkward, but he's guided and held by his lover. Barcus assures him that he looks good, which is completely unexpected, but nice. He's still getting used to compliments that aren't related to his work or his mind.
There's one of the first big cracks in Viktor's mask of careful control as he's lowered and Xander gives him that hushed praise. A thrill is correct. He tries to take slow, even breaths, but they inevitably hitch loudly as he's filled with his partner's hot girth. He exhales an ah of flustered pleasure and throws his head back against Xander's shoulder, exposing his bony throat, fluttering with heavy breaths.
"Oh, Xander..."
He'd missed this feeling, having his lover deep inside of him, pressing up against that spot that makes him see the stars. Yet untouched, his cock throbs, pre-come oozing from the tip. For two skinny, feeble men, it seems both of them are remarkably substantive below the belt.
One arm loosely wraps around the back of Xander's neck, and his other hand finds Barcus' shoulder as he lifts his head to look at him with lidded eyes and parted lips. He's caught, no, secured between the two mens' strong and skilled hands, like a precious jewel, held up for all to behold.
Viktor has never felt attractive in his life. Is this what it feels like?
He takes one more breath, drinking in this moment, but he can only last so long before his anticipation devours him.
"I'm ready." Ready to become undone.
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Xander willed himself go remain steadfast, for now, a hand sliding up Viktor's chest and up to rest against his collarbone, thumb brushing his throat while his other hand reached for Barcus to playfully toy with his ear. He rolled his hips up into his partner.
"I am jealous, I think," he purred against the side of Viktor's neck, "that Barcus might have the best view of all of us."
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"Irresistible," he says softly, and he means the both of them, but it's Viktor's body that's most available to him, and so he straightens up and runs the palms of his hands down his front, gentle and reverent over the brace and the metal, more firm on bare skin. "I can practically read your pulse from the way your cock is twitching, Viktor."
He kneads his thighs briefly, then moves to kneel between their parted legs--which really is an advantageous place, Xander's right, what a view! He gives the man a wink and nods of acknowledgement and then busies himself with stroking Viktor's cock, once, twice, and sinking down to take the head into his mouth. He stays still for a second, all wet heat and the ripple of his tongue against the underside of the shaft, just to see how he'll respond.
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"I..." He breathlessly attempts to find some sort of excuse for his wanton arousal, something to say that would make it seem like he still has his wits about him. Problem being, his wits are nowhere to be found. He feels closer to begging than anything else. He is at their mercy, and they haven't even begun in earnest, yet.
And then Barcus' hand and mouth are on his cock, and it's so warm and wet and pleasant that he gasps an oh. His head falls back onto Xander again, and though caught between them, he realizes he still has some agency- should he move his hips at all, he will receive sensation on both sides. So, while his hip mobility isn't the best, he tries to arch his back and rock them forward and back. The movement makes him gasp and moan again.
"Oh, please..." He whispers. There it is, the begging.
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Viktor's voice broke him out of that daydream, as did the way he shifted his hips. Xander brushed his lips against Viktor's ear. "You're doing so well, love." He whispered, breath hot against his skin. He rocked his own hips up to offer some friction, pushing Viktor up into the gnome's mouth a little more. "I'd ask Barcus how you taste, but it's rude to talk with your mouth full." Joking? Now? Forgive him.
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He makes a low, purring noise, adjusting to Viktor's movement with ease. The whispered plea makes his own body ache with need. If his mouth weren't so occupied, he might find himself echoing the sentiment aloud. Instead, he opens up and sinks deeper onto Viktor's cock and only grumbles in response to Xander's joke, mixed amusement and reproach.
He bobs his head helpfully (helpfully? destructively? it's a matter of perspective), giving the man a little more stimulation. Not too much yet, slow and easy, so they can savor his need just that much longer.
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He thinks he's done little to deserve any praise here, but Xander's words spur his movement anyway, hips bucking with a touch more intensity. His chest begins to flush along with his face, and he exhales breathy gasps and moans. He begins to get lost in the peaks of pleasure his two lovers are affording him, and his eyes close as he melts back against Xander, turning his head to nuzzle his face into his partner's neck. He nips there with his teeth as his fingers press into his nape, like he's not sure where else to put his energy.
"Yes... Please... Please..." He whimpers against his partner's skin.
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Barcus truly had a talent, too. He had worked the doctor up quite well before this, and between him and the tight heat around him while he watched the scene from his still very nice vantage point, he was fairly close to coming. For a split second, he thought he might; his head spinning and his hips jerking upward, wanting to thrust hard into his partner, but knowing Barcus might choke for it if he did. He groaned in reply to the begging, wanting so desperately to give him whatever he asked for; whatever he needed.
"Father, please—" he started to mutter, caught himself at the last second so he could return to his praise to help guide Viktor along. "G-Good boy—" he managed with a moan, fingers sifting into Viktor's hair, grasping hard enough to sting just a little. "Do you want to come for us, darling?"
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He would love to be able to watch this and participate at the same time, but the sounds they're making are more than enough to drive his lust. He grips Viktor's thigh with one hand, half steadying, half encouraging, as he begins to move between them.
His jaw aches, and he knows that ache will linger tomorrow--something to look forward to. The heat on his tongue and the ragged breathing above him tells him they're both close, even before Xander asks that devastating question. It's addressed to Viktor, obviously, but even at that rate the gnome can't refrain from moaning in response.
(Yes. Yes, he does, actually. But it can wait until they're done.)
He draws back enough to give a nod, as if to reassure them he's okay, he can take whatever Viktor chooses to give him, whatever they have to give, and then he hollows his cheeks and hums low in the back of his throat, eyes shut tight.
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"Bar- Barc--" He lifts his head to look at the gnome who will take the brunt of his impending orgasm, and hears him moan, sees him nod.
That is apparently the permission he needs to let go, and after a few more moments of delicious heat and buildup, he's overwhelmed entirely. His body goes stiff between them, and he cries out.
For a moment, he's somewhere else. Xander thinks of his God when they do this, but Viktor answers to no God. His call is to the realm of the arcane, and for a singular, split second, he is sure he gets a glimpse of it. Stars and space and glowing, shifting colours. An anomaly, self-replicating, self-annihilating, the likes of which the world has never seen. And Viktor is- he's not-
In the next second, it's gone, and he forgets the vision. He's simply a man in a body once again, a body coming down from something intense, covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest heaving. He's laying back against Xander, but his hand blindly caresses Barcus again, finding his face to wipe away any tears with his thumb.
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He shifted his weight as best he could, knowing full well he would ache, too, but it was always worth it for this, and pressed up into him again as his own climax peaked and sent him toppling over the edge. The fingers in Viktor's hair clenched tight, while his other hand rested against his chest, able to feel his heart thrumming as they came together and he spilled his seed inside him.
There was only one problem in those blissful moments — Xander was almost immediately exhausted, his head drooping against Viktor's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, eyelids heavy. It would be so impolite to fall asleep before aiding their friend, too.
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