The gnome fetches the vanilla oil--personally he prefers earthier, less sweet scents, but no one asked for his opinion--and adds a few drops into the water, at the end of the tub opposite Viktor. He puts his fingers into the water to stir the scent a little before withdrawing.
The invitation is certainly welcome, but he looks at Xander as if to confirm he's equally okay with it. "Why don't you get in first, and then if there's room for me I can join as well?"
Put the two bigger people in, then see where the little one can squeeze into the space remaining.
"If I am getting in, it will be behind you. I will not be tricked again, Viktor." He said it playfully, but there was a hint of seriousness. Last time he tried to dote on him—
Let's just say it ended on a good note, but still! He gently nudged his lover forward, removed his robe, and carefully slid in behind him. Which did leave room in front of Viktor, of course, if the gnome decided to take it. Xander made no obvious objection.
Barcus, you literally asked them what they favour!
"Tricked?" Viktor looks up at Xander with a wounded innocence. He knows he's joking, but actually has no idea what he's talking about.
In any case, Viktor is pleased to move forward and let Xander behind him. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and cared for, physically and emotionally, and he smiles with lidded eyes as he relaxes against his love. He spreads his legs again and beckons Barcus to sit in front of him. Surely there's room!
"Tricked?" Barcus echoes, sensing a story. It may not be a story they want to share, though, so he just shakes his head, amused.
"Well, you'll have to sensually wash one another's hair; I won't be able to reach from within the water." He waits until they're both cuddled up together, watching with soft eyes, and finally, gratefully accepts Viktor's invitation.
There is room. It's rather like having three bowls stacked together in a dishwasher, but it works somehow. Barcus fishes one of the washcloths up from the edge of the tub and makes a quick job of washing his face before really settling down against them.
"If you do still want me to stay the night," he says after a moment, "I insist on bringing breakfast up for you from downstairs, so you can lie in."
Once settled behind him he wrapped his arms around Viktor, lips pressed to his shoulder in a kiss. "I attempted to dote upon him last time we needed to wash up, and ended up with him taking care of me instead." And also fucking him stupid after, but that was irrelevant. Xander leaned back, a hand on Viktor's chin to tip his head back so he did not splash water in his eyes when he wet his hair with his other hand. "I will not be thwarted this time."
Then, to Barcus: "that would be lovely. We are quite close to the bar." And downstairs! "I am sure Finnick will have much to say with that grin of his."
There will be no argument from Viktor whatsoever; he is more than happy to be doted on by Xander this time. Especially since it means he won't have to do any work to get clean. He closes his eyes, hums, and smiles contentedly as he leans back into his partner's touch. Happy as a clam.
"Very kind, Barcus," Viktor purrs, ghosting his fingertips up and down Barcus' arms under the water.
"Ah Finnick... I am sure he knows exactly what we're up to." The man seems to have a sixth sense for these things. That, or he's just extremely nosy.
"Oh, to be forced to be cared for! A terrible fate." He's amused, although he does understand the complaint. Which isn't really a complaint. "Just shows what a good partnership you have, you already know one another's soft spots."
The stroking feels good. Soft, reassuring. Barcus leans to the side a little so as not to put any of his weight on them, but makes sure he's pressed skin-to-skin with Viktor for the sake of comfort and affection. "Mm. Well, that sounds like a plan, then. We can talk over what you want me to fetch in the morning."
He chuckles and nods. "Finnick is quite savvy, yes. I don't mind; let him have his fun, he's been generous with us all."
"Yes. Truly awful to be adored by such a beautiful, kind soul." Xander agreed playfully, kissing just under Viktor's ear and then easing back so he could lather some soap in his hands and massage it into Viktor's scalp.
"I will admit, I was a little hesitant to invite another into bed, but this has been... very fun. I am glad you both enjoyed yourselves."
"Oh, stop," Viktor mutters with a small, wry smile, and flicks a tiny bit of water at Xander's face. This seems to be their dynamic; whoever is more miserable in a given moment gets the other aggressively tending to them, sometimes nearly to the point of bickering over it, but not quite. Right now, he can't imagine arguing against Xander's care; he does feel like shit, and this is helping immeasurably. He feels immensely loved, and it is pure bliss.
"I do not have license to say anything critical of Finnick, given all he has done for me, yes. He is sure to tease me, but I will bear it." And, he might tease Xander too, which would be funny.
"I enjoyed it very much. I never imagined myself doing such a thing, but... I quite liked the role." He lazily lathers some soap on his own hands and runs them over the curve of Barcus' shoulders and biceps, mostly an excuse to touch him a little more.
As far as Barcus can tell, that's the fairest and best way to handle the burdens in a relationship. He hasn't been in a serious one for a long while, until Caldera, but he's learning fast. So, it seems, are they.
"Mmm..." he sighs and his eyes fall shut as Viktor runs his hands over him, quiet for a moment, but then he tilts his head to look past Viktor at Xander.
"It was good of you to agree. Viktor knows me far better than you do, and vice versa. I hope we can remedy that, in time, and become better friends. Mind you, should the two of you want to do this again, I would be delighted, but I won't expect it. You're clearly a matched set."
"For a few moments there, I felt almost like an extension of the two of you, or a toy you were both sharing, and it was...very erotic."
"It is a role that suits you..." he murmured, a hand shielding Viktor's eyes while he rinsed the soap out of his hair. He shifted his attention down to his shoulders next, pausing just as his fingers pressed into muscle.
"...Oh." UH! WOW. he sure didn't know what to say to that.
At Barcus' comment, Viktor opens his eyes to look up at Xander. He expects it to be a knowing look, but his partner instead looks shocked, and Viktor smiles with amusement.
"I like that," Viktor purrs without breaking eye contact with Xander. "And I would be willing to do it again, but we should give Xander some time to process the whole thing." He reaches up to pinch Xander's cheek with that same amused smile. This is all clearly a lot for him, and Viktor has the advantage of feeling more in control due to his dominant role. Knowing now that some of this makes his partner jealous, he wants to ensure he feels like he can say no to any and all of it.
Barcus is watching enough to get a gist of the silent communication between them, and therefore he registers Xander's uncertainty, as well. He just nods peacefully.
"Of course. I think we're all well and truly done for the night, and that's what matters at the moment." There's a glimmer of humor in his voice.
"But thank you. Both of you. I enjoyed that...very much."
"Yes, of course. I — I applogize." He blushed and ducked his head down to focus on lathering up Viktor's shoulders and chest with soap. "You will have to forgive me, I have had such relations before —" nope. Hang on. "Well not two men at the same time, but ah... mmm. I just need to get more used to the idea of this happening more frequently, which does not mean I disliked it."
Wasn't Viktor usually the one fumbling? Fuck his life.
It is odd, not to be the blushing virgin in this situation. But he can't blame Xander for it; they only just began their romantic relationship, and now they've added a new variable. It is all a lot to wrap one's head around. Viktor is just enjoying being with two men he likes very much.
He pushes himself up and back again, lifting his head out of the water and making his chest more accessible for Xander to touch. He leans back and turns his head to kiss his partner's cheek, hand on his other cheek to press it firm.
"Shhh. It's alright, love. There is no pressure or expectation."
His other hand still touches Barcus, and he looks back at his friend.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, Barcus. We all earned a night of pleasure and relaxation."
Cultural differences, Barcus decides silently. Religious men will get themselves tangled in knots before accepting what they want, as if suffering through the turbulent emotions is a deliberate sacrifice to their god.
Lucky for him, neither Gaerdal nor Gond expect such things. His only concern need be care and kindness to his equally-mortal companions.
"Indeed," he agrees. "No pressure or expectation, but all the affection in the world for the both of you."
He puts his hand over Viktor's and tilts his head to kiss his wrist lightly.
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The invitation is certainly welcome, but he looks at Xander as if to confirm he's equally okay with it. "Why don't you get in first, and then if there's room for me I can join as well?"
Put the two bigger people in, then see where the little one can squeeze into the space remaining.
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Let's just say it ended on a good note, but still! He gently nudged his lover forward, removed his robe, and carefully slid in behind him. Which did leave room in front of Viktor, of course, if the gnome decided to take it. Xander made no obvious objection.
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"Tricked?" Viktor looks up at Xander with a wounded innocence. He knows he's joking, but actually has no idea what he's talking about.
In any case, Viktor is pleased to move forward and let Xander behind him. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and cared for, physically and emotionally, and he smiles with lidded eyes as he relaxes against his love. He spreads his legs again and beckons Barcus to sit in front of him. Surely there's room!
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"Well, you'll have to sensually wash one another's hair; I won't be able to reach from within the water." He waits until they're both cuddled up together, watching with soft eyes, and finally, gratefully accepts Viktor's invitation.
There is room. It's rather like having three bowls stacked together in a dishwasher, but it works somehow. Barcus fishes one of the washcloths up from the edge of the tub and makes a quick job of washing his face before really settling down against them.
"If you do still want me to stay the night," he says after a moment, "I insist on bringing breakfast up for you from downstairs, so you can lie in."
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Then, to Barcus: "that would be lovely. We are quite close to the bar." And downstairs! "I am sure Finnick will have much to say with that grin of his."
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"Very kind, Barcus," Viktor purrs, ghosting his fingertips up and down Barcus' arms under the water.
"Ah Finnick... I am sure he knows exactly what we're up to." The man seems to have a sixth sense for these things. That, or he's just extremely nosy.
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The stroking feels good. Soft, reassuring. Barcus leans to the side a little so as not to put any of his weight on them, but makes sure he's pressed skin-to-skin with Viktor for the sake of comfort and affection. "Mm. Well, that sounds like a plan, then. We can talk over what you want me to fetch in the morning."
He chuckles and nods. "Finnick is quite savvy, yes. I don't mind; let him have his fun, he's been generous with us all."
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"I will admit, I was a little hesitant to invite another into bed, but this has been... very fun. I am glad you both enjoyed yourselves."
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"I do not have license to say anything critical of Finnick, given all he has done for me, yes. He is sure to tease me, but I will bear it." And, he might tease Xander too, which would be funny.
"I enjoyed it very much. I never imagined myself doing such a thing, but... I quite liked the role." He lazily lathers some soap on his own hands and runs them over the curve of Barcus' shoulders and biceps, mostly an excuse to touch him a little more.
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"Mmm..." he sighs and his eyes fall shut as Viktor runs his hands over him, quiet for a moment, but then he tilts his head to look past Viktor at Xander.
"It was good of you to agree. Viktor knows me far better than you do, and vice versa. I hope we can remedy that, in time, and become better friends. Mind you, should the two of you want to do this again, I would be delighted, but I won't expect it. You're clearly a matched set."
"For a few moments there, I felt almost like an extension of the two of you, or a toy you were both sharing, and it was...very erotic."
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"...Oh." UH! WOW. he sure didn't know what to say to that.
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"I like that," Viktor purrs without breaking eye contact with Xander. "And I would be willing to do it again, but we should give Xander some time to process the whole thing." He reaches up to pinch Xander's cheek with that same amused smile. This is all clearly a lot for him, and Viktor has the advantage of feeling more in control due to his dominant role. Knowing now that some of this makes his partner jealous, he wants to ensure he feels like he can say no to any and all of it.
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"Of course. I think we're all well and truly done for the night, and that's what matters at the moment." There's a glimmer of humor in his voice.
"But thank you. Both of you. I enjoyed that...very much."
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Wasn't Viktor usually the one fumbling? Fuck his life.
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He pushes himself up and back again, lifting his head out of the water and making his chest more accessible for Xander to touch. He leans back and turns his head to kiss his partner's cheek, hand on his other cheek to press it firm.
"Shhh. It's alright, love. There is no pressure or expectation."
His other hand still touches Barcus, and he looks back at his friend.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, Barcus. We all earned a night of pleasure and relaxation."
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Lucky for him, neither Gaerdal nor Gond expect such things. His only concern need be care and kindness to his equally-mortal companions.
"Indeed," he agrees. "No pressure or expectation, but all the affection in the world for the both of you."
He puts his hand over Viktor's and tilts his head to kiss his wrist lightly.