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.
Viktor observes the two men kissing while his fingers do all of the work. Xander is so attractive, pressing his tongue into Barcus' mouth, and the sounds the gnome is making are a good sign that they are working magic, here.
"There you are... Good," he appraises gently. His fingers, fortunately, are long and thin and nimble, and he quickly finds the spot that makes him whimper, but doesn't stay there. His finger eases back so he can add another, and then he fucks them into Barcus, hitting that same spot with more force. He continues to thrust in and pull halfway out, at a steady pace, finding a rhythm that he hopes will make Barcus glimpse the arcane, too.
"You have been so good for us, Barcus..." Viktor coos. "Do you think you could come on my command?"
Xander was going to make it a challenge either way. He continued to kiss him until Viktor spoke and he had no choice but to allow the gnome the use of his mouth, pulling back with a small string if saliva connecting Barcus' lips to the tip of Xander's tongue. His eyelids were heavy now with a mix of sleepiness and lust that left them dark and hazy with desire.
He continued to stroke along the length of his cock, thumb brushing the head on the ascent, catching precum and smearing it down the length of the shaft. Well? Better answer the man.
Good. Yes, it's very good, all of it, and while he is perfectly willing to beg for them, he's also willing to hang onto the moment and let himself be teased, if that's their preference. That just means he gets to enjoy the feeling of their bodies against his a little longer. The more insistent thrusts of his fingers make him cry out again, falling further into bliss.
It takes him a second or two to respond to his name.
"Sha," he pants out, looking up at Viktor with eyes glazed over with pleasure, tongue forgetting to use common, in favor of gnomish. "Hiron gvenn...I, I'm listening. Oh, gods--"
That last bit is Xander's fault, swiping across the head of his cock with his thumb. Just enough to make him yearn and shudder, not enough to push him over the edge. "I. Oh! Tell me when."
"Not yet." He looks at Xander pointedly to non-verbally tell him to go easy on the gnome so he doesn't explode before it's time.
He eases his fingers back again, gazing at both of them, their pupils blown, their expressions and minds hazy with lust and, in Xander's case, sleepiness. Sorry, love, you can sleep in another minute. He's too pleased with this moment. They are both so lovely like this, and Viktor drinks in the fact that they are both unravelled, in part, because of him. It's not a role he ever pictured himself playing, but it turns out he likes it very much.
He takes his fingers out of Barcus altogether, and uses the dry back of his hand to gently push Xander's hand away from his cock. He looks down at Barcus again.
Xander might be sleepy after coming, but boy did that command do enough for him to rouse his cock a little. And it wasn't even aimed at him.
He pulled his hand back with the silent instruction, and took the moment to reach up and palm the side of Viktor's neck, leaning in — and perhaps briefly squishing Barcus, but since he was into that — and kissing his lover while he had the brief window to do so.
If Barcus were a little more coherent, he could make it clear to Viktor that he's just been assigned the affectionate nickname he's been idly angling for, in gnomish: Hiron gvinn. At the moment, he's too deeply lost in the scene, in pleasure, in the helpless urgency of being pressed between them as they kiss.
He does know how to play this game, though. He makes a mournful noise, a keen of sweet dismay, when Viktor withdraws his fingers, but in between moans his lips curve into a little smile. Gods, it aches, but the desperation scratches a much deeper itch he's been struggling to reach, and he's sky high on the endorphin rush.
"Please," he grits out, squirming just a little, not because he wants to be freed but because he wants to feel how tightly he's held. "Saer, chief, please, I need more..."
The words are directed at Viktor, but then he gives Xander a pleading glance as well, as if hoping he'll put in a good word for him with the man who is clearly in charge for the moment.
Viktor has no idea. He'd thought Barcus was swearing, exclaiming, or perhaps praying in gnomish. He will be delighted by the nickname later.
Xander's tongue in his mouth, simultaneous with Barcus' pleading, is enough to make his own cock twitch again, which the gnome can probably feel against his lower back. As he squirms, Viktor's hand reflexively tightens on his jaw, and his wrist presses slightly into the gnome's throat. Not enough to cut off his air or his begging, of course, just to remind him of his position.
He takes his time with kissing Xander. It's deep and languid, because if he is in charge again, then he should take what it is he wants, and Barcus should have to work to get his reward.
"I love you, my darling," Viktor murmurs, voice as smooth and viscous as molasses, dark and sweet. He breaks the kiss but keeps his wet lips parted and brushing against Xander's. His lidded eyes gaze, adoring and nearly delirious, into Xander's, which look almost black in the dim light. "What do you think? Have we tortured him enough?"
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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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"There you are... Good," he appraises gently. His fingers, fortunately, are long and thin and nimble, and he quickly finds the spot that makes him whimper, but doesn't stay there. His finger eases back so he can add another, and then he fucks them into Barcus, hitting that same spot with more force. He continues to thrust in and pull halfway out, at a steady pace, finding a rhythm that he hopes will make Barcus glimpse the arcane, too.
"You have been so good for us, Barcus..." Viktor coos. "Do you think you could come on my command?"
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He continued to stroke along the length of his cock, thumb brushing the head on the ascent, catching precum and smearing it down the length of the shaft. Well? Better answer the man.
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It takes him a second or two to respond to his name.
"Sha," he pants out, looking up at Viktor with eyes glazed over with pleasure, tongue forgetting to use common, in favor of gnomish. "Hiron gvenn...I, I'm listening. Oh, gods--"
That last bit is Xander's fault, swiping across the head of his cock with his thumb. Just enough to make him yearn and shudder, not enough to push him over the edge. "I. Oh! Tell me when."
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He eases his fingers back again, gazing at both of them, their pupils blown, their expressions and minds hazy with lust and, in Xander's case, sleepiness. Sorry, love, you can sleep in another minute. He's too pleased with this moment. They are both so lovely like this, and Viktor drinks in the fact that they are both unravelled, in part, because of him. It's not a role he ever pictured himself playing, but it turns out he likes it very much.
He takes his fingers out of Barcus altogether, and uses the dry back of his hand to gently push Xander's hand away from his cock. He looks down at Barcus again.
"Beg."
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He pulled his hand back with the silent instruction, and took the moment to reach up and palm the side of Viktor's neck, leaning in — and perhaps briefly squishing Barcus, but since he was into that — and kissing his lover while he had the brief window to do so.
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He does know how to play this game, though. He makes a mournful noise, a keen of sweet dismay, when Viktor withdraws his fingers, but in between moans his lips curve into a little smile. Gods, it aches, but the desperation scratches a much deeper itch he's been struggling to reach, and he's sky high on the endorphin rush.
"Please," he grits out, squirming just a little, not because he wants to be freed but because he wants to feel how tightly he's held. "Saer, chief, please, I need more..."
The words are directed at Viktor, but then he gives Xander a pleading glance as well, as if hoping he'll put in a good word for him with the man who is clearly in charge for the moment.
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Xander's tongue in his mouth, simultaneous with Barcus' pleading, is enough to make his own cock twitch again, which the gnome can probably feel against his lower back. As he squirms, Viktor's hand reflexively tightens on his jaw, and his wrist presses slightly into the gnome's throat. Not enough to cut off his air or his begging, of course, just to remind him of his position.
He takes his time with kissing Xander. It's deep and languid, because if he is in charge again, then he should take what it is he wants, and Barcus should have to work to get his reward.
"I love you, my darling," Viktor murmurs, voice as smooth and viscous as molasses, dark and sweet. He breaks the kiss but keeps his wet lips parted and brushing against Xander's. His lidded eyes gaze, adoring and nearly delirious, into Xander's, which look almost black in the dim light. "What do you think? Have we tortured him enough?"
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