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."
"Mm," Viktor hums as Xander noses him, soft and discontent, reluctant to come out of his deep, dreamless slumber.
But his partner insists there's some reason he needs to be awake, so he grumbles, nuzzling back into him to try to rouse himself. On his first deeper inhale, he coughs, his lungs not forgetting his earlier slights against him and having their revenge in the form of a small fit.
Now he's awake. And so is everyone else, probably. He realizes he's still inside of Xander, and carefully pulls out with a slight hiss.
"Sorry..." He murmurs, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. "I should have cleaned up."
Barcus only sleeps for a few minutes. Most of his time lying there with them is taken up with just listening to the slow breathing and soft, steady heartbeat under his ear. And thinking. About them, about Bel, about lovers past and present, about passion and worship and the quiet moments in between them.
He doesn't stir until Viktor does, unwilling to be the one to wake them. When he does lift his head, he's flushed from the heat of being pressed so close for so long, and his eyes are a just a little red. Sleepy, teary, bit of both? Either way he smiles at them and gingerly begins to disengage, starting with his lower body.
Xander could not do much until his companions shifted, but once they had, he sat up, a hand rubbing circles on Viktor's back.
"Mm." Was his initial reply to Barcus's inquiry. "Physically? Sore and not likely to do much come the morrow. But... I did have a very good time." Obviously. He smiled down at Barcus, then leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "I can get a bath started for either of you to clean up first."
Viktor forces himself to sit up, leaning heavily against Xander, head lolling against his partner's shoulder for a moment. He's still incredibly sleepy, but he does desperately want to get clean. He coughs again, harder and less dry, and there are small specks of blood on his hand when he pulls it away from his mouth. Ah, the consequences of his actions.
"A bath would be nice, for us all," he murmurs. He looks over to Barcus, reaching to touch his shoulder.
"Are you all right, Barcus?" The gnome's eyes are red, and Viktor's still not sure whether he was sleeping by the end or if he was upset for some reason.
The kiss earns a little grin from the gnome and a faint huffing sound. Oh, you! Charming, the both of you.
"I would offer to draw the bath myself, except it's your room," he says to Xander. And he definitely doesn't fancy the idea of either sleeping all night sticky, or walking home smelling like sex.
He leans into Viktor's touch, eyes half-lidded for a moment. He's not upset, only contemplative, but the tenderness is much appreciated. "I'm okay. That was all...incredible. I got a little teary with exertion or emotion or something. I'm good."
"I find I'm a little torn between wanting to be here with the two of you and wanting to creep into bed next to Bel and hold him just as close." His smile widens, creasing the corners of his eyes. "I rather think that's a natural and desired consequence of a good lay."
"Viktor," Xander murmured softly, turned so he could cup his lover's cheek, thumb stroking just under his eye. "I'll fetch you some water as well. Do not overexert yourself."
He eased away from his partner only once he was sure he was leaned back against the pillows. Then, with a groan and a few pops of his joints, he grabbed his cane and hoisted himself up. Barcus and Viktor would have some time to themselves while he put his robe on, started a bath, and headed into the main room of the inn to request a change of sheets and some water.
"The same goes for you," he reminds Xander before he gets up. Don't go running all around for them, sir. He gladly lays back on the pillows, trying to take deeper breaths, and watches with concern as his partner stands with difficulty. Then he turns his full attention to Barcus, absently stroking his upper arm. He looks deeply into his eyes, taking in his face, scrutinizing to make sure he's actually as fine as he says he is. At least he's smiling.
"You do not have to stay, if you'd rather be with your partner, but we would be pleased to have you." He kisses Barcus on the forehead.
Barcus watches Xander move away briefly, if only because he didn't get as much of a view of his backside as he did the rest of him, earlier. He's a gnome, he's only flesh and blood. Still, the fact that they're both worn out hasn't escaped him, and it's going to be part of his considerations as far as whether he stays all night. Might be worth it just to bring them both breakfast in the morning.
The look Viktor gives him is simultaneously endearing and ever so sightly intimidating. He closes his eyes for the kiss to the forehead, and makes a small noise of amusement. "Left out, in the middle of a threesome? That would be ironic. Everything you did was letting me in, hiron gvinn."
He shakes his head. "I feel like a dear friend who was privileged to join you while being keenly aware the two of you are in love. It's just a different dynamic, that's all."
"I just couldn't help but think of Bel because he...he stays next to me while I sleep, more nights than not. Elves don't have to sleep at all, drow included. They meditate for a few hours, but unless he's staying the night with another lover, he's usually there when I wake. It's a small thing, but it feels...significant." But Bel will be all right for a night without him.
He reaches up and strokes small fingers across Viktor's cheek. "He's a good man, your Xander. I'm glad you have one another. You are both so very worthy of love and care and admiration."
He's relieved that his enthrallment with Xander didn't make Barcus feel like an afterthought. He nods.
"That isn't a small thing. Imagine all that he could be doing with those extra hours. All we would do with that time. We'd likely spend it all in the workshop. That he spends it with you when you cannot even converse with him..." Viktor maybe has met Bel once or twice, but can't recall much about him other than what he looks like. But from the sounds of it, he is a great partner for Barcus, and Viktor is glad he has his own person to go home to. He can understand how watching two people making love could make one a bit heartsick for their own lover.
Viktor sinks down into the pillows a little more as Barcus strokes his cheek, closing his eyes for a moment. Unlike earlier with his font of energy, he now looks utterly exhausted, the picture of a dangerously ill man.
"Thank you. I am incredibly lucky to have found him. It feels fated, perhaps." He has fallen completely for this man, heart, soul, mind, and body. Now all he wants is to be by his side forever. He is glad his friends approve.
After some silence, he asks, "What do those words mean? Hiron gvinn?"
"He knits," he says, and the smile on his face says he's more than a little smitten. "And reads sometimes."
He nods. "A good point. I do try to be a bit more attentive to getting home at a reasonable hour for his sake, but it will always be easiest to get lost in my work."
He scoots a little closer and smooths his hair, now starting to feel concerned by how ill he looks. Definitely a bath, a change of sheets, and bed, as soon as possible. Barcus knows he's going to have his share of aches and shaky knees, but he's in good health, and he'll bounce back much more quickly than the others.
"Oh, I...well, you did want a nickname, didn't you? The words don't translate well into Common, but hiron is a lord or master. Gvinn changes the meaning a bit, to mean the foreman of a mine, the person in charge of safety and organizing the miners. The nearest translation would be 'chief' or 'boss', but that doesn't quite encompass the nuance. Gnomish is a complicated language."
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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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But his partner insists there's some reason he needs to be awake, so he grumbles, nuzzling back into him to try to rouse himself. On his first deeper inhale, he coughs, his lungs not forgetting his earlier slights against him and having their revenge in the form of a small fit.
Now he's awake. And so is everyone else, probably. He realizes he's still inside of Xander, and carefully pulls out with a slight hiss.
"Sorry..." He murmurs, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. "I should have cleaned up."
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He doesn't stir until Viktor does, unwilling to be the one to wake them. When he does lift his head, he's flushed from the heat of being pressed so close for so long, and his eyes are a just a little red. Sleepy, teary, bit of both? Either way he smiles at them and gingerly begins to disengage, starting with his lower body.
"How do you both feel?"
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"Mm." Was his initial reply to Barcus's inquiry. "Physically? Sore and not likely to do much come the morrow. But... I did have a very good time." Obviously. He smiled down at Barcus, then leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "I can get a bath started for either of you to clean up first."
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"A bath would be nice, for us all," he murmurs. He looks over to Barcus, reaching to touch his shoulder.
"Are you all right, Barcus?" The gnome's eyes are red, and Viktor's still not sure whether he was sleeping by the end or if he was upset for some reason.
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"I would offer to draw the bath myself, except it's your room," he says to Xander. And he definitely doesn't fancy the idea of either sleeping all night sticky, or walking home smelling like sex.
He leans into Viktor's touch, eyes half-lidded for a moment. He's not upset, only contemplative, but the tenderness is much appreciated. "I'm okay. That was all...incredible. I got a little teary with exertion or emotion or something. I'm good."
"I find I'm a little torn between wanting to be here with the two of you and wanting to creep into bed next to Bel and hold him just as close." His smile widens, creasing the corners of his eyes. "I rather think that's a natural and desired consequence of a good lay."
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He eased away from his partner only once he was sure he was leaned back against the pillows. Then, with a groan and a few pops of his joints, he grabbed his cane and hoisted himself up. Barcus and Viktor would have some time to themselves while he put his robe on, started a bath, and headed into the main room of the inn to request a change of sheets and some water.
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"You do not have to stay, if you'd rather be with your partner, but we would be pleased to have you." He kisses Barcus on the forehead.
"I hope we did not make you feel left out."
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The look Viktor gives him is simultaneously endearing and ever so sightly intimidating. He closes his eyes for the kiss to the forehead, and makes a small noise of amusement. "Left out, in the middle of a threesome? That would be ironic. Everything you did was letting me in, hiron gvinn."
He shakes his head. "I feel like a dear friend who was privileged to join you while being keenly aware the two of you are in love. It's just a different dynamic, that's all."
"I just couldn't help but think of Bel because he...he stays next to me while I sleep, more nights than not. Elves don't have to sleep at all, drow included. They meditate for a few hours, but unless he's staying the night with another lover, he's usually there when I wake. It's a small thing, but it feels...significant." But Bel will be all right for a night without him.
He reaches up and strokes small fingers across Viktor's cheek. "He's a good man, your Xander. I'm glad you have one another. You are both so very worthy of love and care and admiration."
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"That isn't a small thing. Imagine all that he could be doing with those extra hours. All we would do with that time. We'd likely spend it all in the workshop. That he spends it with you when you cannot even converse with him..." Viktor maybe has met Bel once or twice, but can't recall much about him other than what he looks like. But from the sounds of it, he is a great partner for Barcus, and Viktor is glad he has his own person to go home to. He can understand how watching two people making love could make one a bit heartsick for their own lover.
Viktor sinks down into the pillows a little more as Barcus strokes his cheek, closing his eyes for a moment. Unlike earlier with his font of energy, he now looks utterly exhausted, the picture of a dangerously ill man.
"Thank you. I am incredibly lucky to have found him. It feels fated, perhaps." He has fallen completely for this man, heart, soul, mind, and body. Now all he wants is to be by his side forever. He is glad his friends approve.
After some silence, he asks, "What do those words mean? Hiron gvinn?"
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He nods. "A good point. I do try to be a bit more attentive to getting home at a reasonable hour for his sake, but it will always be easiest to get lost in my work."
He scoots a little closer and smooths his hair, now starting to feel concerned by how ill he looks. Definitely a bath, a change of sheets, and bed, as soon as possible. Barcus knows he's going to have his share of aches and shaky knees, but he's in good health, and he'll bounce back much more quickly than the others.
"Oh, I...well, you did want a nickname, didn't you? The words don't translate well into Common, but hiron is a lord or master. Gvinn changes the meaning a bit, to mean the foreman of a mine, the person in charge of safety and organizing the miners. The nearest translation would be 'chief' or 'boss', but that doesn't quite encompass the nuance. Gnomish is a complicated language."
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