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?"
Lucky for Barcus, Xander was inclined to play nice, especially after that slow kiss and the words whispered afterwards. Unlucky for Barcus would be the delay in his response. Xander curled his fingers against the back of Viktor's neck as they parted, hazy eyes only barely able to focus on the other man's, like he had floated away to some other plane of existence.
"I love you, too." He finally whispered in reply, daring to steal another soft kiss. He looked down to Barcus, then, watching the way he squirmed between them. His cock twitched again. "He has been good, and he's begged so sweetly... I think he deserves the reprieve."
The additional pressure on his jaw makes him still again, body going slack in instinctive surrender. He can feel them, their bodies closer, the heat of skin on skin. The twitch of Viktor's cock against his back. The scent of them surrounding him, the taste still on the back of his tongue, but while they kiss he can't tilt his head such that he can watch that exchange. He can only listen to the soft, wet sounds and the thrum of their breath and their moans. It makes for a strange sense of intimacy, as if he's part of someone else's wet dream. The love you's aren't for him, but he feels them on his skin anyway, the way you feel the heat of a fire just from standing few feet away from it.
His eyes are half-lidded as he sinks deeper into the blissful haze. If he weren't so far gone already, he could reinforce Xander's point. He has been good! He's been very attentive to them both and savored every moment of it. But his focus is narrowed down now, his attention only for the sounds of their voices, and the rhythm of their bodies, and the hope of being touched once again, gods, please, soon?
"You are right, as always," he says magnanimously, lauding Xander's intellect and judgment at every opportunity, really.
"He does deserve it." He dips his face to kiss Barcus on the head, loosening metal fingers just a little around his jaw to give him a break.
He moves his other hand to find Barcus' hole again, but even thinking about pressing inside him a second time makes his cock harden completely against the gnome's back.
"In fact, he deserves to be fucked properly." Viktor looks around for a moment, eyeing the lubricant and grabbing it to messily pour on his cock. He strokes himself a couple of times to make sure he'll be able to stay hard, then shifts downward a little to line himself up with Barcus' ass. He looks to Xander, both seeking his approval and nodding to signal for him to touch their friend again.
He presses inside and stifles a moan at how deliciously tight he is.
Oh, Barcus, you lucky bastard, to be taken by Viktor. Xander actually whined in response to the comment, but did not protest genuinely as his partner lubed up his cock and lined himself up. He reached down to curl his fingers around Barcus' shaft again, stroking from base to tip as rhythmically as he could manage.
His own dick, miraculously roused again (perhaps this is why he fell asleep immediately, so he did not exhaust himself with repeat performances), ground against the gnome's thigh as he leaned in again, snatching that moan from Viktor's lips with another feverish kiss — tongue shoved in his mouth as his own sounds of pleasure rumbled in his chest.
This is, in fact, exactly what Barcus would have asked for, had he not been acutely aware of what a refractory period is like. To know that teasing him has been gratifying enough to arouse them both fully again is an erotic dream come true. The little purr of pleasure at the kiss on his head shifts into a sharper keen of excitement as he realizes what's about to happen. It takes the loosening of Viktor's grip on his jaw before he can manage a word or two, but once he can sum total of those words are: yes, yes, please.
The size difference means he's very tight, indeed, and he gasps at the penetration, slow and easy but not exactly gentle. Xander may not be paying attention to Barcus' face, in favor of Viktor's, but if either of them catches a glimpse, the gnome looks like he might actually faint with pleasure for a second, and then he has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from coming.
Not yet. He hasn't been given permission yet.
He can't do much with his hands, since they're still pinned, but he tries to shift his legs to give Xander more friction from his thighs, or even clasp his cock between them. The noises coming from his throat are downright pornographic at this point--so much stimulation, so much pleasure, and he's fighting hard to keep his body under control for them.
Oh, poor kitten, needy once again. If Viktor could fuck them both at once, he would... Hmm, maybe he could invent something for that. For now, he tries to give Xander the attention he's craving, accepting his tongue readily, deeply, and using his now-free hand to reach over Barcus and grab his waist.
He doesn't quite have the wherewithal to find Xander's cock, though, because he's too busy fucking Barcus and moaning into his partner's mouth. Barcus' pleading and keening and Xander's deep groans are an incredible soundtrack to accompany the delicious heat that presses around his shaft. Viktor drives into Barcus as though he has no mobility issues at all, hammering against the sweet spot inside him as he chases the intense friction.
He nearly forgets that he needs to give Barcus permission to come, but once his mind returns to him somewhat, he breaks the kiss with Xander, breathless.
He would be grateful for the added friction if Barcus's thighs squeezing around his cock, but Xander wasn't even on the same fucking plane of existence as either of them at the moment. All he knew was that it felt good, and that Viktor tasted divine as he rolled his tongue in his mouth, nearly growling with displeasure when he pulled away to speak.
Fine, he could put his mouth elsewhere. And he did so — teeth clamping down on Viktor's neck, catching a patch of skin between them and suckling until blood bubbled under the surface. His grip around Barcus's wrists tightened, and the one on his cock stroked with a little more fervor, urging him to come. One would assume it was just so he could get Viktor to himself after — and it would be half right. He did want their current partner to enjoy himself, of course, he was just... a little feral with need right now.
The state Barcus is in is not much better than Xander's. Coherent enough to cry out words, and try to wait for assent, but not much more than that. It's even worse (better?) when they move close to one another, all but crushing him between them, and for a moment he's just...not himself any longer, he's just nerves and flesh and desperate desire connecting the two of them.
The delirium snaps a second later, when Viktor says his name, and he remembers his own body exists. It seems like the intensity ramps up at the same time, and thank the gods he's been given permission because there's no way he could withstand the onslaught otherwise. His whole body shakes, tension singing in every muscle as he comes. He's silent for the duration, neither groaning nor breathing, helpless in the throes of it, but when the spasms start to ebb he goes slack again, gasping and all but sobbing between the need for air and the intensity of the aftershocks.
He manages to whisper something in gnomish a few moments after, but it's probably actual swearing this time.
He feels Barcus tighten around him as Xander sucks a mark into his neck and gasps a moan, forcing his hips to slow for Barcus' sake, but still yearning for more. It seems like Xander feels the same way, with his hungry little growls and bites. But before they go further, he needs to check on Barcus. He took the liberty of being in charge, which means he also has a responsibility to them both, to ensure they're all right.
"One moment, darling, be patient." He scolds his partner gently with a hand clasping the back of his neck and a soft kiss to his cheek. He then lets go of Barcus' jaw and carefully pulls out, giving him some space to move between them. He leans down, giving him a look over, caressing his head, kissing his temple.
Like a kitten cat grabbed by the scruff, Xander calmed as Viktor spoke and his hand clasped against the nape of his neck. Desire with no outlet left him shaking, his newly awoken cock still twitching against Barcus's thighs. He eased his body back just enough to let the gnome breathe, and released his grip on both wrists and his cock, the latter coming away dripping.
Xander took the moment to pop his now coated fingers into his mouth, moaning wantonly around the digits while he cleaned them. He could not know what possessed him in these moments — but something about Viktor drove him into a mindless state of whorishness he never experienced before.
It did not completely override his doctor instincts, however, and he pressed his free hand against Barcus's back gently to rub up and down his spine. "Breathe." Sometimes it was hard to remember that.
Just based on the gnome's physical responses it's probably wise to check on him. He's shivering, body coming down from the adrenaline, mind a little slower to follow. He rolls his head into the caress, eyes closed as he pants for air, and he might have some bruises in the morning, but the look on his face (aside from a few tears) suggests he's had a very good time, indeed.
He needs a minute--sorry, gentlemen--and his first couple spoken words are in gnomish. There's that hiron gvinn, again, and something else besides, but finally he drags his eyes open and smiles. Still blown and hazy with sex, but he's entirely there.
He makes a little purr of pleasure at the stroking, looks over at Xander, and makes another noise, more of a punched-out moan, at the realization of what his fingers are doing in his mouth. "Magga camarra. The two of you are absolutely dangerous."
He catches Viktor's hand and kisses the back, nuzzling briefly, then lets him go and nods a little. "As long as I don't have to walk for another half hour or so, I'm wonderful."
His hands are unsteady, but he reaches to stroke Xander's chest and stomach, able to tell he's craving attentions. Viktor's, specifically. There's a question in his eyes as he looks at Viktor. He's a little out of it still, but able to accept assignments that don't involve leaving the bed.
Noting the shivering, Viktor moves to get the edge of the blanket out from under himself and fold it over Barcus, holding him loosely, idly stroking his upper arms as he does his best to hold onto his restraint.
Which is made difficult by his partner. Barcus and Viktor both watch as Xander sucks on his fingers and moans, Viktor's cock throbbing again, his body yearning, aching for Xander.
"Stay as long as you like," Viktor offers, despite the fact that this isn't his room. He's certain Xander won't mind. "You can fill the water glass in the attached bathroom if you need it." He'd do it for him, but, well. He'd be at risk of tripping over his feet, and he's still sort of busy. But he forces his attention to stay on Barcus until he knows his friend is okay, and until Barcus himself turns to Xander.
Viktor needs to fuck that man. He finds the handkerchief in his vest and uses it to wipe his hands and his cock, in some attempt at hygiene.
"Alright. Come." He shuffles himself into whatever configuration most easily puts him next to Xander and spoons him, pressing their bodies together. Xander's front is free for Barcus to play with as he pleases, Viktor giving the gnome a break from tasks if he so desires or needs it.
"Someone isn't so sleepy anymore," he teases, cock hard against his ass. He threads his fingers into Xander's hair, massaging the back of his scalp and then grabbing a fistful at the roots to pull his head back gently. This exposes his throat, which Viktor lines with kisses as he caresses down his sides.
"Tell us what you want, darling," he breathes into his lover's ear. The urge to call him kitten is there, but he shouldn't embarrass him in front of Barcus.
He knows what Xander wants already, but he does so enjoy hearing him beg.
"You are welcome to stay the night, if need be." Xander assured. There was room and he did not really mind.
Here was another moment where he would love to have mirrors everywhere. What exactly did he look like, in those moments where he slipped into subspace? Eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted and trembling, body arched into his lover's touch. It must have been a good enough sight to have Viktor acting as he was now.
Barcus had front row seats to the show that was Xander turning from hungry, ravenous beast, to the mewling kitten Viktor so wanted to call him aloud. He tipped his head back, eyes hazy and yet so distinctly full of love as he reached a hand back to rest against Viktor's cheek. Barcus was indeed free to do whatever the hell he wanted.
The shivers are more emotion than cold, but regardless, gentleness is the cure, and Viktor tucking the blanket over him is exactly right. The gnome relaxes, closing his eyes again for a moment and drinking in the moment of post-coital warmth...
Well. Post-coital for him, anyway. They appear to have another thing or two in mind, and lucky him, he's got a front row seat!
"I want to stay," he murmurs, confirming the invitation. And he may slip off before the night ends, wanting to bathe and go home to cuddle up to his own lover, but for the moment his knees are weak and his attention is focused on them. He rolls over onto his side, close to Xander's chest, and continues to stroke him. His hands are steadying now, though his caresses are more idle than anything else. He doesn't feel commanded or restrained any longer, but he's absolutely here to collaborate, should either of them request it.
Lazily, his hands wander to Xander's hips, teasing the sensitive creases between thigh and groin, but he's careful not to distract him from what Viktor's doing to him. Just a gentle counterpoint.
Xander looks handsome, stunning, beautiful, delectable at all times, but there is something about how he gets in bed that's alluring in a way Viktor can't describe. He is so composed, so unflappable in even the most dire situations, whether it be public speaking or performing emergency surgery. Yet, a touch and a few words from Viktor can turn him into a mess. The power of that is addictive, to be sure, but it also is just... A facet of his complexity that Viktor finds fascinating and adorable.
Barcus will certainly get a cuddle after this, if he wants one- at least from Viktor, as Xander might be dead to the world.
Viktor asks Barcus to pass him the lubricant and applies it to his fingers. He inserts them into Xander, and not slowly. He knows he should be the one with the restraint, but he's incredibly turned on by his partner and wants him so badly that it's making him impatient. Once one finger has pressed its way in, another is added promptly. His hips grind against Xander's ass as he works him open. He nearly asks Xander if it's fine to take him this quickly, but something tells him his partner isn't going to object.
Viktor is the one feeling feral now, and he exhales hot, heavy breaths against Xander's neck as he pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock with more lubricant, hands shaking.
He bites down on the flesh where Xander's neck meets his shoulder as he presses his cock inside, his deep moan muffled against dark, wet skin. He forces his hips to still once he's hilted inside him, but he wants desperately to move, to fuck into him like a mating animal. His hand grips Xander's hip, fingers digging into its crease, and his nostrils flare as he whimpers, hoping for permission.
He could hear Viktor's voice, feel his hands; his fingers pressing into him, and he could feel Barcus's smaller hands pressing against his hips. It was all so overwhelming it was a wonder he didn't lose it right then and there.
But he was good for them both. Xander curled his fingers tightly into Viktor's hair; let his other hand drape over Barcus's shoulder, because despite his obvious hunger for his partner, he really was trying not to leave the poor man out even if Xander was currently delirious with pleasure.
He whimpered when the movement ceased and Viktor hilted inside him, a half pained groan exhaled as teeth sank into his neck and added a touch of pain to the pleasure. He shifted his hips back, whined, and seemed confused while he gathered his thoughts. Why wasn't he moving? Father please move.
"Viktor—" he finally managed to say aloud. "D...Don't stop."
They're so beautiful together, and Barcus finds himself admiring them once again as he hands over the lube, then goes back to stroking Xander's thighs. He may also be filing away in the back of his mind the knowledge that Viktor has remarkable stamina. Well, both of them, he supposes, but as Viktor is very much taking the active role, it's impossible not to notice in his case.
When Xander rests his hand on Barcus' shoulder, the gnome tilts his head to kiss his wrist warmly. It's nice to be acknowledged, even if he is no longer part of the main event, as it were. If they ever invite him to their bed again, he won't hesitate to accept.
"He needs you," he tells Viktor, taking note of the exquisite, desperate look on Xander's face.
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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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"I love you, too." He finally whispered in reply, daring to steal another soft kiss. He looked down to Barcus, then, watching the way he squirmed between them. His cock twitched again. "He has been good, and he's begged so sweetly... I think he deserves the reprieve."
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His eyes are half-lidded as he sinks deeper into the blissful haze. If he weren't so far gone already, he could reinforce Xander's point. He has been good! He's been very attentive to them both and savored every moment of it. But his focus is narrowed down now, his attention only for the sounds of their voices, and the rhythm of their bodies, and the hope of being touched once again, gods, please, soon?
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"You are right, as always," he says magnanimously, lauding Xander's intellect and judgment at every opportunity, really.
"He does deserve it." He dips his face to kiss Barcus on the head, loosening metal fingers just a little around his jaw to give him a break.
He moves his other hand to find Barcus' hole again, but even thinking about pressing inside him a second time makes his cock harden completely against the gnome's back.
"In fact, he deserves to be fucked properly." Viktor looks around for a moment, eyeing the lubricant and grabbing it to messily pour on his cock. He strokes himself a couple of times to make sure he'll be able to stay hard, then shifts downward a little to line himself up with Barcus' ass. He looks to Xander, both seeking his approval and nodding to signal for him to touch their friend again.
He presses inside and stifles a moan at how deliciously tight he is.
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His own dick, miraculously roused again (perhaps this is why he fell asleep immediately, so he did not exhaust himself with repeat performances), ground against the gnome's thigh as he leaned in again, snatching that moan from Viktor's lips with another feverish kiss — tongue shoved in his mouth as his own sounds of pleasure rumbled in his chest.
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The size difference means he's very tight, indeed, and he gasps at the penetration, slow and easy but not exactly gentle. Xander may not be paying attention to Barcus' face, in favor of Viktor's, but if either of them catches a glimpse, the gnome looks like he might actually faint with pleasure for a second, and then he has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from coming.
Not yet. He hasn't been given permission yet.
He can't do much with his hands, since they're still pinned, but he tries to shift his legs to give Xander more friction from his thighs, or even clasp his cock between them. The noises coming from his throat are downright pornographic at this point--so much stimulation, so much pleasure, and he's fighting hard to keep his body under control for them.
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He doesn't quite have the wherewithal to find Xander's cock, though, because he's too busy fucking Barcus and moaning into his partner's mouth. Barcus' pleading and keening and Xander's deep groans are an incredible soundtrack to accompany the delicious heat that presses around his shaft. Viktor drives into Barcus as though he has no mobility issues at all, hammering against the sweet spot inside him as he chases the intense friction.
He nearly forgets that he needs to give Barcus permission to come, but once his mind returns to him somewhat, he breaks the kiss with Xander, breathless.
"Let go, Barcus. Come for us."
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Fine, he could put his mouth elsewhere. And he did so — teeth clamping down on Viktor's neck, catching a patch of skin between them and suckling until blood bubbled under the surface. His grip around Barcus's wrists tightened, and the one on his cock stroked with a little more fervor, urging him to come. One would assume it was just so he could get Viktor to himself after — and it would be half right. He did want their current partner to enjoy himself, of course, he was just... a little feral with need right now.
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The delirium snaps a second later, when Viktor says his name, and he remembers his own body exists. It seems like the intensity ramps up at the same time, and thank the gods he's been given permission because there's no way he could withstand the onslaught otherwise. His whole body shakes, tension singing in every muscle as he comes. He's silent for the duration, neither groaning nor breathing, helpless in the throes of it, but when the spasms start to ebb he goes slack again, gasping and all but sobbing between the need for air and the intensity of the aftershocks.
He manages to whisper something in gnomish a few moments after, but it's probably actual swearing this time.
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"One moment, darling, be patient." He scolds his partner gently with a hand clasping the back of his neck and a soft kiss to his cheek. He then lets go of Barcus' jaw and carefully pulls out, giving him some space to move between them. He leans down, giving him a look over, caressing his head, kissing his temple.
"Are you alright, my friend?"
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kittencat grabbed by the scruff, Xander calmed as Viktor spoke and his hand clasped against the nape of his neck. Desire with no outlet left him shaking, his newly awoken cock still twitching against Barcus's thighs. He eased his body back just enough to let the gnome breathe, and released his grip on both wrists and his cock, the latter coming away dripping.Xander took the moment to pop his now coated fingers into his mouth, moaning wantonly around the digits while he cleaned them. He could not know what possessed him in these moments — but something about Viktor drove him into a mindless state of whorishness he never experienced before.
It did not completely override his doctor instincts, however, and he pressed his free hand against Barcus's back gently to rub up and down his spine. "Breathe." Sometimes it was hard to remember that.
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He needs a minute--sorry, gentlemen--and his first couple spoken words are in gnomish. There's that hiron gvinn, again, and something else besides, but finally he drags his eyes open and smiles. Still blown and hazy with sex, but he's entirely there.
He makes a little purr of pleasure at the stroking, looks over at Xander, and makes another noise, more of a punched-out moan, at the realization of what his fingers are doing in his mouth. "Magga camarra. The two of you are absolutely dangerous."
He catches Viktor's hand and kisses the back, nuzzling briefly, then lets him go and nods a little. "As long as I don't have to walk for another half hour or so, I'm wonderful."
His hands are unsteady, but he reaches to stroke Xander's chest and stomach, able to tell he's craving attentions. Viktor's, specifically. There's a question in his eyes as he looks at Viktor. He's a little out of it still, but able to accept assignments that don't involve leaving the bed.
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Which is made difficult by his partner. Barcus and Viktor both watch as Xander sucks on his fingers and moans, Viktor's cock throbbing again, his body yearning, aching for Xander.
"Stay as long as you like," Viktor offers, despite the fact that this isn't his room. He's certain Xander won't mind. "You can fill the water glass in the attached bathroom if you need it." He'd do it for him, but, well. He'd be at risk of tripping over his feet, and he's still sort of busy. But he forces his attention to stay on Barcus until he knows his friend is okay, and until Barcus himself turns to Xander.
Viktor needs to fuck that man. He finds the handkerchief in his vest and uses it to wipe his hands and his cock, in some attempt at hygiene.
"Alright. Come." He shuffles himself into whatever configuration most easily puts him next to Xander and spoons him, pressing their bodies together. Xander's front is free for Barcus to play with as he pleases, Viktor giving the gnome a break from tasks if he so desires or needs it.
"Someone isn't so sleepy anymore," he teases, cock hard against his ass. He threads his fingers into Xander's hair, massaging the back of his scalp and then grabbing a fistful at the roots to pull his head back gently. This exposes his throat, which Viktor lines with kisses as he caresses down his sides.
"Tell us what you want, darling," he breathes into his lover's ear. The urge to call him kitten is there, but he shouldn't embarrass him in front of Barcus.
He knows what Xander wants already, but he does so enjoy hearing him beg.
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Here was another moment where he would love to have mirrors everywhere. What exactly did he look like, in those moments where he slipped into subspace? Eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted and trembling, body arched into his lover's touch. It must have been a good enough sight to have Viktor acting as he was now.
Barcus had front row seats to the show that was Xander turning from hungry, ravenous beast, to the mewling kitten Viktor so wanted to call him aloud. He tipped his head back, eyes hazy and yet so distinctly full of love as he reached a hand back to rest against Viktor's cheek. Barcus was indeed free to do whatever the hell he wanted.
"I want you inside me." He purred. "Please."
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Well. Post-coital for him, anyway. They appear to have another thing or two in mind, and lucky him, he's got a front row seat!
"I want to stay," he murmurs, confirming the invitation. And he may slip off before the night ends, wanting to bathe and go home to cuddle up to his own lover, but for the moment his knees are weak and his attention is focused on them. He rolls over onto his side, close to Xander's chest, and continues to stroke him. His hands are steadying now, though his caresses are more idle than anything else. He doesn't feel commanded or restrained any longer, but he's absolutely here to collaborate, should either of them request it.
Lazily, his hands wander to Xander's hips, teasing the sensitive creases between thigh and groin, but he's careful not to distract him from what Viktor's doing to him. Just a gentle counterpoint.
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Barcus will certainly get a cuddle after this, if he wants one- at least from Viktor, as Xander might be dead to the world.
Viktor asks Barcus to pass him the lubricant and applies it to his fingers. He inserts them into Xander, and not slowly. He knows he should be the one with the restraint, but he's incredibly turned on by his partner and wants him so badly that it's making him impatient. Once one finger has pressed its way in, another is added promptly. His hips grind against Xander's ass as he works him open. He nearly asks Xander if it's fine to take him this quickly, but something tells him his partner isn't going to object.
Viktor is the one feeling feral now, and he exhales hot, heavy breaths against Xander's neck as he pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock with more lubricant, hands shaking.
He bites down on the flesh where Xander's neck meets his shoulder as he presses his cock inside, his deep moan muffled against dark, wet skin. He forces his hips to still once he's hilted inside him, but he wants desperately to move, to fuck into him like a mating animal. His hand grips Xander's hip, fingers digging into its crease, and his nostrils flare as he whimpers, hoping for permission.
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But he was good for them both. Xander curled his fingers tightly into Viktor's hair; let his other hand drape over Barcus's shoulder, because despite his obvious hunger for his partner, he really was trying not to leave the poor man out even if Xander was currently delirious with pleasure.
He whimpered when the movement ceased and Viktor hilted inside him, a half pained groan exhaled as teeth sank into his neck and added a touch of pain to the pleasure. He shifted his hips back, whined, and seemed confused while he gathered his thoughts. Why wasn't he moving? Father please move.
"Viktor—" he finally managed to say aloud. "D...Don't stop."
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When Xander rests his hand on Barcus' shoulder, the gnome tilts his head to kiss his wrist warmly. It's nice to be acknowledged, even if he is no longer part of the main event, as it were. If they ever invite him to their bed again, he won't hesitate to accept.
"He needs you," he tells Viktor, taking note of the exquisite, desperate look on Xander's face.
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