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.
He'd wanted not to force himself on Xander, though realizes now how absurd that notion is, and also wanted to cling to his last tiny scrap of control over himself.
But at their insistence that he continue, that control instantly lets go and he exhales an urgent, muffled moan. His hips buck, back and then forward, rutting into his partner.
"Ah-" he gasps in shock at how amazing this feels. He has never bothered to touch himself past his first orgasm, never had enough curiosity to see how far he could go, would usually rather fall asleep than play with himself. So he'd not known of his own stamina, or whether this would even be possible. Of course, he will crash after this, and tomorrow he'll likely be out of commission with aches and fatigue from the exertion. But for now, his uncontrollable desire makes him a font of energy, even as he breathes raggedly.
"Xander..." His arms wrap around his partner, hands clinging to him haphazardly, anywhere they can find purchase- his chest, his throat, his shoulder. He kisses his neck, wet and messy and delirious, as he drives into him.
Tomorrow will be miserable, but at least they will be miserable together. Xander could not be bothered to consider the consequences of a round two right now — not when Viktor was fucking all coherent thoughts right out of his brain.
Xander fisted his hand into Viktor's hair, head tilted to breathe every moan into his ear when he pressed into him. He rocked himself back as best he could, fingers shaking against Barcus's shoulder, his cock twitching and leaking from the tip.
Viktor would be used to what came next — a long string of prayers to his god for mercy that he knew would not come until he came, literally. He didn't have long, of course, not while he was being fucked so good he was seeing stars.
They're utterly lost in one another's bodies; if Barcus were in a more poetic mood he might muse about how flattering it is to be granted the privilege to be a part of this. A witness, a participant. Perhaps, also, a much needed solid object for Xander to hold onto as Viktor absolutely ruins him.
This time, unlike when Viktor was fucking him, Barcus is self-possessed enough to act deliberately. He slides a little lower on Xander's body and slots his leaking cock between his own thighs--enough pressure and friction to provide some relief, but it will still be Viktor's motions, and Xander's own, that set the rhythm. And everything is sticky and slippery and heated, and the gnome can't resist licking lazily at Xander's nipple. Meanwhile, one hand reaches across him to stroke Viktor's hip with the backs of his fingers, a light scrape of blunt nails.
Just think of him as a facilitator. He murmurs soft praises in his own language, though the way they're groaning and praying out loud, they may not hear him at all.
Thank you for the help and moral support, Barcus. You're a real one.
Xander's moans in and of themselves are enough to drive Viktor to madness, let alone when they're breathed into his ear while his lover takes him.
"You're taking me so well, darling," he breathes, because it's true, and because he recalls how good Xander's praise had made him feel. "You're perfect, Xander."
Hopefully Xander's inn neighbours are not trying to sleep right now, because Viktor's moans get louder as he loses himself in ecstasy.
Now Xander is praying again, and something about it nags at Viktor. It almost feels akin to his partner getting distracted, or thinking of someone else during sex. A strange possessive urge comes over him, as has happened a few times before, but right now he is uninhibited enough to act on it. He grabs Xander firmly by the jaw, similarly to how he held Barcus' before, and murmurs low in his ear.
Overwhelmed was not a strong enough word for how Xander was feeling, hit from both sides by his lover and their gnomish bedmate. The friction against his dick worked wonders, but he still was so dizzy and disoriented he could barely fathom what was happening beyond the pure bliss he felt as Viktor fucked him.
He felt that hand on his jaw, though, and whimpered as he managed to regain his focus enough to hear his partner speak.
He is not here. Pray to me.
Heresy. A blatant, heretical thing to do — praying to a mortal like he would pray to the Father. He would be damned to the abyss for it, wouldn't he? But his voice was so sweet despite the demand, and Xander could not find it in himself to deny him. If he was standing, he would have fallen to his knees.
"Viktor—" he whispered, in the same tone with which he spoke to his god, "I serve you... I follow... you. I surrender to your will." he sounded near to tears, fingers gripping tight against his scalp. "Let my body... be your altar. I beg you grant me release tonight, at your mercy."
Barcus finds himself shivering again at this display. It's so intense, he feels as though he should not be witnessing this--too dark, too intimate--but it also makes him want to shake off his own skin and bone and melt into the two of them just to get a taste of what they're feeling.
Lust. Heat. Trust. Surrender.
He buries his face against Xander's body and closes his eyes as if that would give them privacy for this, or excuse the fact that he aches to be a part of it.
I surrender to your will. Let my body be your altar.
The words are beautiful, especially spoken in Xander's low, hushed, accented tone, thick with lust and reverence. It is exactly what Viktor wants to hear, and his mind and body sing in a harmony of satisfaction.
While Viktor doesn't care an ounce about heresy, he does care how Xander feels about this, so he will be sure to check in later... But for now, it seems to only make things more intense between them, a heavy, electrically-charged passion.
He kisses Xander's neck, wet and generous, before whispering in his ear again.
"Good," he breathes. "I will grant you release. Come for me, darling, with my name on your lips."
He had slowed to listen to his partner's prayer, but now he speeds up his movements again, thrusting deeply in attempt to hit Xander's sweet spot. His hand wraps gently around his throat, to feel the rumble of his moans.
Xander wasn't even on the same plane of reality anymore, so he didn't even realize he was shifting his arm to wrap around Barcus, fingers digging into his shoulder, keeping him close. Hopefully he would not mind getting a little dirtier, unless he was agile enough to move whenever Xander came.
He cried out when Viktor started to move in earnest again, each strike against his prostate making stars burst behind his eyelids. His request was easy enough to grant, because the way he chanted his name made it sound like Viktor was the only word he knew anymore. He said it over and over and over again — praying for his mercy, for his guidance, for his blessing as heat swelled in his belly and, soon enough, burst free as hips jerked and his seed spilled forth.
There were tears in his eyes, saliva drooling down his chin, having pooled in his mouth while it hung open, useless for anything beyond whimpering out his lover's name.
The last thing Barcus is worried about at this point is someone else coming on him. If anything, he relishes the tightness of that grasp, and he nuzzles gently into his chest, the softness of his touch an unintentional counterpoint to the explosive passion between the two of them.
He makes a low, stuttering groan when he feels heat of Xander spilling across his thighs, and for a moment wonders vaguely, inanely, if they have a change of linens for this bed, because they're going to need it after this.
Viktor can feel every trembling breath, every moan and gasp and cry, against his arm and his chest. He buries his face in Xander's neck as he listens to the symphony of his own name falling from the lips of the man he loves. It doesn't feel like heresy to him. It feels divine.
Xander's orgasm is such a beautiful thing that just listening to it is enough to pull Viktor tumbling over the edge with him. He chokes a guttural moan and his hips stutter violently, filling Xander with his come, further claiming the deepest parts of him. For a moment, he's lost in an abyss as his hips finally still. He wheezes as he catches his breath, knowing his lungs will likely bother him with fits of coughing after this, but for now he only cares for Xander. He lifts his head to look at his love, his hand immediately smoothing his hair back, wiping the tears from his eyes and the drool from his lips. He kisses his cheek tenderly.
Xander was so far removed from the physical realm that looking into his eyes did nothing to help his focus. He looked hazy, lost, and punch-drunk, and the last uttered "Viktor... was mindless.
Somewhere deep down he wanted to help them both, too, after such an intense session. Help them unwind and clean up — but given this was his second orgasm of the night and he barely survived the first, Xander's head lulled and he promptly fell asleep still cradled in Viktor's embrace.
His eyes are closed and his face is tucked away against Xander still as he feels, and hears, Viktor's climax. At that point Barcus sort of loses the thread of what's happening, himself; maybe he's tired out, too. That would be justified at this point.
In any case, he's only dimly aware of the kissing, the soothing between them, of Xander falling asleep, and he can't bring himself to let go or look back up. It's a good thing they already invited him to stay the night. He's either going to have to be coaxed to let go and recover or allowed to fall asleep where he is.
His poor sweet partner is completely spent, understandably so, and Viktor kisses his forehead and whispers a goodnight, darling to him. He looks down to Barcus, who is buried in Xander's chest, and for all Viktor knows, he's asleep as well.
While he could get up, try to rouse Barcus and get everyone cleaned up, he's exhausted as well. That was more physical activity than he's done in a while, and his lungs and joints are quite unhappy about it. So, after only a brief moment of deliberation, he just collapses behind Xander, cock still buried inside him, and falls asleep with his lips pressed to the nape of his neck.
And there he remained, Barcus cuddled in his arms, and Viktor nestled against his back, until he finally had the energy enough to awaken a few hours later.
Xander shifted, and almost immediately did his body protest it; aching and still with Viktor's softened cock pressed inside him. He groaned and tilted his head to gently nose at his partner's temple, his arm absently flexing around Barcus.
"Darling..." he murmured into his hair. "Mmn. You need to wake up, love."
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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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But at their insistence that he continue, that control instantly lets go and he exhales an urgent, muffled moan. His hips buck, back and then forward, rutting into his partner.
"Ah-" he gasps in shock at how amazing this feels. He has never bothered to touch himself past his first orgasm, never had enough curiosity to see how far he could go, would usually rather fall asleep than play with himself. So he'd not known of his own stamina, or whether this would even be possible. Of course, he will crash after this, and tomorrow he'll likely be out of commission with aches and fatigue from the exertion. But for now, his uncontrollable desire makes him a font of energy, even as he breathes raggedly.
"Xander..." His arms wrap around his partner, hands clinging to him haphazardly, anywhere they can find purchase- his chest, his throat, his shoulder. He kisses his neck, wet and messy and delirious, as he drives into him.
"Oh, Xander..."
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Xander fisted his hand into Viktor's hair, head tilted to breathe every moan into his ear when he pressed into him. He rocked himself back as best he could, fingers shaking against Barcus's shoulder, his cock twitching and leaking from the tip.
Viktor would be used to what came next — a long string of prayers to his god for mercy that he knew would not come until he came, literally. He didn't have long, of course, not while he was being fucked so good he was seeing stars.
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This time, unlike when Viktor was fucking him, Barcus is self-possessed enough to act deliberately. He slides a little lower on Xander's body and slots his leaking cock between his own thighs--enough pressure and friction to provide some relief, but it will still be Viktor's motions, and Xander's own, that set the rhythm. And everything is sticky and slippery and heated, and the gnome can't resist licking lazily at Xander's nipple. Meanwhile, one hand reaches across him to stroke Viktor's hip with the backs of his fingers, a light scrape of blunt nails.
Just think of him as a facilitator. He murmurs soft praises in his own language, though the way they're groaning and praying out loud, they may not hear him at all.
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Xander's moans in and of themselves are enough to drive Viktor to madness, let alone when they're breathed into his ear while his lover takes him.
"You're taking me so well, darling," he breathes, because it's true, and because he recalls how good Xander's praise had made him feel. "You're perfect, Xander."
Hopefully Xander's inn neighbours are not trying to sleep right now, because Viktor's moans get louder as he loses himself in ecstasy.
Now Xander is praying again, and something about it nags at Viktor. It almost feels akin to his partner getting distracted, or thinking of someone else during sex. A strange possessive urge comes over him, as has happened a few times before, but right now he is uninhibited enough to act on it. He grabs Xander firmly by the jaw, similarly to how he held Barcus' before, and murmurs low in his ear.
"He is not here. Pray to me."
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He felt that hand on his jaw, though, and whimpered as he managed to regain his focus enough to hear his partner speak.
He is not here. Pray to me.
Heresy. A blatant, heretical thing to do — praying to a mortal like he would pray to the Father. He would be damned to the abyss for it, wouldn't he? But his voice was so sweet despite the demand, and Xander could not find it in himself to deny him. If he was standing, he would have fallen to his knees.
"Viktor—" he whispered, in the same tone with which he spoke to his god, "I serve you... I follow... you. I surrender to your will." he sounded near to tears, fingers gripping tight against his scalp. "Let my body... be your altar. I beg you grant me release tonight, at your mercy."
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Lust. Heat. Trust. Surrender.
He buries his face against Xander's body and closes his eyes as if that would give them privacy for this, or excuse the fact that he aches to be a part of it.
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The words are beautiful, especially spoken in Xander's low, hushed, accented tone, thick with lust and reverence. It is exactly what Viktor wants to hear, and his mind and body sing in a harmony of satisfaction.
While Viktor doesn't care an ounce about heresy, he does care how Xander feels about this, so he will be sure to check in later... But for now, it seems to only make things more intense between them, a heavy, electrically-charged passion.
He kisses Xander's neck, wet and generous, before whispering in his ear again.
"Good," he breathes. "I will grant you release. Come for me, darling, with my name on your lips."
He had slowed to listen to his partner's prayer, but now he speeds up his movements again, thrusting deeply in attempt to hit Xander's sweet spot. His hand wraps gently around his throat, to feel the rumble of his moans.
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He cried out when Viktor started to move in earnest again, each strike against his prostate making stars burst behind his eyelids. His request was easy enough to grant, because the way he chanted his name made it sound like Viktor was the only word he knew anymore. He said it over and over and over again — praying for his mercy, for his guidance, for his blessing as heat swelled in his belly and, soon enough, burst free as hips jerked and his seed spilled forth.
There were tears in his eyes, saliva drooling down his chin, having pooled in his mouth while it hung open, useless for anything beyond whimpering out his lover's name.
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He makes a low, stuttering groan when he feels heat of Xander spilling across his thighs, and for a moment wonders vaguely, inanely, if they have a change of linens for this bed, because they're going to need it after this.
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Xander's orgasm is such a beautiful thing that just listening to it is enough to pull Viktor tumbling over the edge with him. He chokes a guttural moan and his hips stutter violently, filling Xander with his come, further claiming the deepest parts of him. For a moment, he's lost in an abyss as his hips finally still. He wheezes as he catches his breath, knowing his lungs will likely bother him with fits of coughing after this, but for now he only cares for Xander. He lifts his head to look at his love, his hand immediately smoothing his hair back, wiping the tears from his eyes and the drool from his lips. He kisses his cheek tenderly.
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Somewhere deep down he wanted to help them both, too, after such an intense session. Help them unwind and clean up — but given this was his second orgasm of the night and he barely survived the first, Xander's head lulled and he promptly fell asleep still cradled in Viktor's embrace.
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In any case, he's only dimly aware of the kissing, the soothing between them, of Xander falling asleep, and he can't bring himself to let go or look back up. It's a good thing they already invited him to stay the night. He's either going to have to be coaxed to let go and recover or allowed to fall asleep where he is.
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While he could get up, try to rouse Barcus and get everyone cleaned up, he's exhausted as well. That was more physical activity than he's done in a while, and his lungs and joints are quite unhappy about it. So, after only a brief moment of deliberation, he just collapses behind Xander, cock still buried inside him, and falls asleep with his lips pressed to the nape of his neck.
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Xander shifted, and almost immediately did his body protest it; aching and still with Viktor's softened cock pressed inside him. He groaned and tilted his head to gently nose at his partner's temple, his arm absently flexing around Barcus.
"Darling..." he murmured into his hair. "Mmn. You need to wake up, love."
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