[ Thoma is already beginning to feel like he has too many clothes on, his skin hot and feverish at just the mere sight of Ori worked up and writhing between himself and Diluc. She makes such sweet noises, a symphony of pleasure to Thoma’s ears, that he can’t help but smile at.
He leans back as Ori guides Diluc to touch her, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her properly, his mouth searing and lingering against her own. He pulls away only when she tugs at his shirt, bidding him to undress for her. ]
As my lady wishes.
[ By some stroke of luck, the lot of them have opted for simple or partial versions of their usual outfits. All Thoma has to do is pull the black undershirt he usually wears over his head to bear himself to his partners. While he isn’t nearly as battle-worn as Diluc, it’s clear he’s been in a scrap or two, with small scars carved into lean muscle.
He stays like that a moment, kneeling before both of his lovers, half undressed and letting them look at him like they so clearly want to. Then his hands slip over Ori’s hips, coming to rest at the place where the pooled fabric of her dress gives way to beautiful bare skin. ]
Ori… we want to see all of you.
[ Because no doubt Diluc wants the same thing. He captures her lips again while long, deft fingers work her dress down over her hips, sliding it and her panties down over her legs and off. ]
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He leans back as Ori guides Diluc to touch her, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her properly, his mouth searing and lingering against her own. He pulls away only when she tugs at his shirt, bidding him to undress for her. ]
As my lady wishes.
[ By some stroke of luck, the lot of them have opted for simple or partial versions of their usual outfits. All Thoma has to do is pull the black undershirt he usually wears over his head to bear himself to his partners. While he isn’t nearly as battle-worn as Diluc, it’s clear he’s been in a scrap or two, with small scars carved into lean muscle.
He stays like that a moment, kneeling before both of his lovers, half undressed and letting them look at him like they so clearly want to. Then his hands slip over Ori’s hips, coming to rest at the place where the pooled fabric of her dress gives way to beautiful bare skin. ]
Ori… we want to see all of you.
[ Because no doubt Diluc wants the same thing. He captures her lips again while long, deft fingers work her dress down over her hips, sliding it and her panties down over her legs and off. ]