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.
It's nice to hear his name, stammered out in warning, even in small pieces. Not quite the same as a cry of passion, but there's such care and pleasure in it; it will do just fine. There is no peak of ecstasy for him quite yet; he could stroke himself, perhaps, but it would disrupt his concentration, and anyway he'd much rather one of them handle him, if they can muster the energy after the post-coital haze clears.
Oh, but just this much is bliss; to hear their cries, feel the shudders of pleasure, ride out the bucking of Viktor's hips and swallow around him as he comes, taking as much as he can. The taste is bitter, and he's not able to catch every drop, but he does his best. At length, he lets the man's softening cock escape his mouth, coughing faintly, like earlier with Xander, and rests his cheek against his abdomen. Once again, there are tears of exertion on his cheeks, but this time when Viktor brushes his thumb across his face, the gnome almost wants to cry in earnest. It's tender, conscientious and caring in the face of...well, anyone would be distracted by what they've just done.
His arms come up to curl around Viktor's waist again, and he strokes Xander's side with the backs of his fingers lazily for a moment. It's funny to feel simultaneously overclocked and shaky with need, and utterly smug about his own performance thus far.
"Everyone...good...?" he asks after a long lull while they all catch their breath.
For a moment it may seem that Viktor is dead to the world, sprawled across Xander and relaxed completely. But then he remembers that Xander gets very sleepy after he comes, and their gnome counterpart hasn't been taken care of yet.
He takes a deeper breath, sighing with satisfaction, and draws Barcus into his side for a cuddle.
"Xander." He quietly urges his partner to stay alert, patting his cheek. "Don't fall asleep yet, silly man." He kisses his other cheek and rouses himself enough to pull off of Xander and move out of his lap somewhat. He shifts his attention to Barcus and kisses his head softly, his relaxed gratitude evident in the tender action.
"We must reward our friend for a job well done," he murmurs approvingly. "Unless you would like me to take care of it while you rest."
Xander willed himself to remain awake and alert for everyone's sake, even if his body desperately wanted him to just pass out right then and there, cuddled against his love.
But, Viktor moved, and the sudden lack of heat around his softening cock was what really jolted him back into the real world. He lifted his head and took a breath.
"I am awake enough to return such generosity." He murmured and shifted so he could lean over and kiss the gnome, eagerly lapping up any remnants of Viktor's orgasm that lingered. "Would you like to take the reins, Viktor? I can keep his mouth occupied, at least."
Worst case scenario, he could take care of himself, and he'd be mildly disappointed, but still have enjoyed himself. Still, it's a bit of a relief when Viktor draws him closer to cuddle, and even more so when he nudges Xander out of the drowsy state he's in. The gnome strokes along Viktor's arm for a moment, tender and pleased, and hums at the kiss to his head.
He sits up a little when Viktor moves, allowing him space to get up, and then he's being kissed, before he can make any comment about his own generosity or how much he enjoyed their bodies. It's very sensual, the way he laps at the scattered drops of seed, and Barcus--who has happily done the same for other partners--submits to the attention without a second thought.
"Mnn, yeh, yes," he stammers out between kisses. "Whatever you want."
He doesn't mean that quite so wantonly as it sounds (although give him five minutes and he will), just that he's happy to put his trust in their capable hands.
He is pleased Xander is able to rouse himself, because he would feel somewhat guilty for continuing with Barcus if his partner was asleep, and would also feel bad leaving the gnome to finish himself off.
As Viktor watches the sensual kiss, marvelling at it, he busies his hands again with touching Barcus all over. He caresses his sides, his abdomen, and then grasps his cock gently.
"I want to know... What you want, Barcus."
He strokes his shaft slowly, looking to him curiously.
Xander was merciful enough to grant the gnome time enough to reply, head tilted to kiss along Barcus's neck in the meantime. He braced on one hand; cradled his face with the other, fingertips rubbing slow circles behind a pointed ear.
"Don't be shy," he murmured hotly into his throat, "we want to see you come undone, too."
What do you want must be the hardest question in the world to answer, particularly when you're hopelessly aroused and still being kissed and stroked by two attractive men whose dicks you've just sucked. What does he want?
"I...oh," they're being gentle and giving him quite a bit of space to respond, but between Viktor's hand on his cock and Xander kissing his neck, he's understandably distracted. Meanwhile, deserve is the next best thing to a trigger word for him. Praise for a job well done? His eyes flutter closed, and he gives a deep, shivery, pleasured sigh, collecting himself before attempting a real response.
"Hold me down," he asks softly. "Pinned to the bed, or between you, either is...either is good. Fuck me with your fingers. Please?"
Viktor waits patiently for an answer, still stroking Barcus' cock while also caressing his arm soothingly. At the request, he makes eye contact with Xander and gives a nod. Pinning him between them seems easier, given that he's already there.
He finds the small bottle of lubricant and prepares the fingers of his flesh hand with a generous amount of it. Then he moves closer, and closer still, until Barcus is pressed between them, facing Xander, ready enough for more kissing.
"Restrain his wrists," he instructs his partner. Viktor slides his metal hand under Barcus, bending at the elbow so he can wrap that hand around the gnome's throat. He's not pressing or squeezing or choking, just bracing, fingertips firm against his jaw so that his head is set in place against Viktor's chest.
"Is this alright?" He checks, just in case the gnome has some bad past experience with being choked, or something of the like. As he listens for an answer, his flesh fingers carefully find the cleft of his ass, slipping between to probe for his hole.
Xander could tell Viktor was already calculating a solution, and thus he let him do the heavy lifting, following his lead easily enough.
He grasped both of Barcus's wrists and pinned them, palms down, at his sides, his larger hands enveloping the gnomes and gripping tight enough it would take some effort to free himself. That, he presumed, is what he wanted.
Another pause, another kiss to his neck — and one for good measure over Viktor's knuckles. He was always beautiful, but Xander was clearly enraptured by the sight of him asserting dominance just as he was when he was a whimpering mess. Whenever the answer came, Barcus had approximately half a second before Xander was kissing him again.
He feels compelled to keep his eyes closed a little longer, afraid that having them both looking at him with intent might cost him his nerve, but when Viktor moves closer, shifting him around, he exhales, relieved and grateful and aroused all at once. He moves helpfully, lifting himself a little, at least until the other men get a grip on him, at which point there's a shift behind his eyes, eager and feverish.
His head rolls back slightly when Viktor cradles his throat, and he gasps, faint and high, then moans quietly, worrying his own lower lip. That, yes, that's exactly it--
"Perfect," he whispers. "Better than alright. Mmmf!" He doesn't really get a chance to elaborate, but he didn't need to, anyway. A little cry of happy surprise gets lost between Xander's lips as he kisses him, and his body goes slack, letting them take over. Begging them to take over, at least for a few minutes.
Viktor's fingers push just a little more firmly on his jaw at that affirmation.
"Good," he says quietly, his head dipping down to bring his mouth close to Barcus' ear. "Relax now, just like that."
His middle finger pushes inside of Barcus, then, working around the rim of his sphincter to loosen it and press deeper.
"Allow us to take care of you... Allow yourself to let go." Each syllable can be felt as a hot wisp of breath against his pointed ear, and then Viktor licks up the outer side of it and nips gently at the tip as his fingers continue pressing inside.
Xander shivered when he heard Viktor whisper, more than pleased to see the shoe on the other foot now. Of course, the other man could say damn near anything in that voice and it would arouse him, but that was not the point.
He leaned into the kiss to assure Barcus was securely pressed between their bodies, and slipped his tongue into the gnome's mouth with an eager, hungry hum. His grip on his hands loosened, however, so he could hold both behind Barcus's back with one hand gripping slim wrists — freeing the other to trail down and grip his cock and stroke.
It's everything he wanted, and even more than he dared to expect. A shiver runs through him, once, twice, and he manages to make a faint affirmative sound despite the devouring kiss he's receiving. Probably for the best he doesn't have his mouth free, anyway. He couldn't come up with words to save his life.
Viktor's fingers move deeper, and he's reminded there's a significant size difference here. It doesn't take much depth or pressure to find that vulnerable spot inside him.
He's held in place, gently but irresistibly, head held for kissing, wrists pinned behind him, and suddenly he's more vocal than he's been throughout the course of the evening thus far, making urgent whimpering sounds. Between the two of them, they can almost certainly feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he pants, excitement building, and he cries out when Xander strokes his cock.
It won't take him long to come at this rate; already he's floating mentally, lost in the experience.
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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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Oh, but just this much is bliss; to hear their cries, feel the shudders of pleasure, ride out the bucking of Viktor's hips and swallow around him as he comes, taking as much as he can. The taste is bitter, and he's not able to catch every drop, but he does his best. At length, he lets the man's softening cock escape his mouth, coughing faintly, like earlier with Xander, and rests his cheek against his abdomen. Once again, there are tears of exertion on his cheeks, but this time when Viktor brushes his thumb across his face, the gnome almost wants to cry in earnest. It's tender, conscientious and caring in the face of...well, anyone would be distracted by what they've just done.
His arms come up to curl around Viktor's waist again, and he strokes Xander's side with the backs of his fingers lazily for a moment. It's funny to feel simultaneously overclocked and shaky with need, and utterly smug about his own performance thus far.
"Everyone...good...?" he asks after a long lull while they all catch their breath.
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He takes a deeper breath, sighing with satisfaction, and draws Barcus into his side for a cuddle.
"Xander." He quietly urges his partner to stay alert, patting his cheek. "Don't fall asleep yet, silly man." He kisses his other cheek and rouses himself enough to pull off of Xander and move out of his lap somewhat. He shifts his attention to Barcus and kisses his head softly, his relaxed gratitude evident in the tender action.
"We must reward our friend for a job well done," he murmurs approvingly. "Unless you would like me to take care of it while you rest."
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But, Viktor moved, and the sudden lack of heat around his softening cock was what really jolted him back into the real world. He lifted his head and took a breath.
"I am awake enough to return such generosity." He murmured and shifted so he could lean over and kiss the gnome, eagerly lapping up any remnants of Viktor's orgasm that lingered. "Would you like to take the reins, Viktor? I can keep his mouth occupied, at least."
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He sits up a little when Viktor moves, allowing him space to get up, and then he's being kissed, before he can make any comment about his own generosity or how much he enjoyed their bodies. It's very sensual, the way he laps at the scattered drops of seed, and Barcus--who has happily done the same for other partners--submits to the attention without a second thought.
"Mnn, yeh, yes," he stammers out between kisses. "Whatever you want."
He doesn't mean that quite so wantonly as it sounds (although give him five minutes and he will), just that he's happy to put his trust in their capable hands.
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As Viktor watches the sensual kiss, marvelling at it, he busies his hands again with touching Barcus all over. He caresses his sides, his abdomen, and then grasps his cock gently.
"I want to know... What you want, Barcus."
He strokes his shaft slowly, looking to him curiously.
"You deserve exactly what it is you desire."
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"Don't be shy," he murmured hotly into his throat, "we want to see you come undone, too."
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"I...oh," they're being gentle and giving him quite a bit of space to respond, but between Viktor's hand on his cock and Xander kissing his neck, he's understandably distracted. Meanwhile, deserve is the next best thing to a trigger word for him. Praise for a job well done? His eyes flutter closed, and he gives a deep, shivery, pleasured sigh, collecting himself before attempting a real response.
"Hold me down," he asks softly. "Pinned to the bed, or between you, either is...either is good. Fuck me with your fingers. Please?"
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He finds the small bottle of lubricant and prepares the fingers of his flesh hand with a generous amount of it. Then he moves closer, and closer still, until Barcus is pressed between them, facing Xander, ready enough for more kissing.
"Restrain his wrists," he instructs his partner. Viktor slides his metal hand under Barcus, bending at the elbow so he can wrap that hand around the gnome's throat. He's not pressing or squeezing or choking, just bracing, fingertips firm against his jaw so that his head is set in place against Viktor's chest.
"Is this alright?" He checks, just in case the gnome has some bad past experience with being choked, or something of the like. As he listens for an answer, his flesh fingers carefully find the cleft of his ass, slipping between to probe for his hole.
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He grasped both of Barcus's wrists and pinned them, palms down, at his sides, his larger hands enveloping the gnomes and gripping tight enough it would take some effort to free himself. That, he presumed, is what he wanted.
Another pause, another kiss to his neck — and one for good measure over Viktor's knuckles. He was always beautiful, but Xander was clearly enraptured by the sight of him asserting dominance just as he was when he was a whimpering mess. Whenever the answer came, Barcus had approximately half a second before Xander was kissing him again.
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His head rolls back slightly when Viktor cradles his throat, and he gasps, faint and high, then moans quietly, worrying his own lower lip. That, yes, that's exactly it--
"Perfect," he whispers. "Better than alright. Mmmf!" He doesn't really get a chance to elaborate, but he didn't need to, anyway. A little cry of happy surprise gets lost between Xander's lips as he kisses him, and his body goes slack, letting them take over. Begging them to take over, at least for a few minutes.
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"Good," he says quietly, his head dipping down to bring his mouth close to Barcus' ear. "Relax now, just like that."
His middle finger pushes inside of Barcus, then, working around the rim of his sphincter to loosen it and press deeper.
"Allow us to take care of you... Allow yourself to let go." Each syllable can be felt as a hot wisp of breath against his pointed ear, and then Viktor licks up the outer side of it and nips gently at the tip as his fingers continue pressing inside.
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He leaned into the kiss to assure Barcus was securely pressed between their bodies, and slipped his tongue into the gnome's mouth with an eager, hungry hum. His grip on his hands loosened, however, so he could hold both behind Barcus's back with one hand gripping slim wrists — freeing the other to trail down and grip his cock and stroke.
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Viktor's fingers move deeper, and he's reminded there's a significant size difference here. It doesn't take much depth or pressure to find that vulnerable spot inside him.
He's held in place, gently but irresistibly, head held for kissing, wrists pinned behind him, and suddenly he's more vocal than he's been throughout the course of the evening thus far, making urgent whimpering sounds. Between the two of them, they can almost certainly feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he pants, excitement building, and he cries out when Xander strokes his cock.
It won't take him long to come at this rate; already he's floating mentally, lost in the experience.
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