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[Diluc is acutely aware of the tension that cuts through their dinner together, and he knows that it's only a matter of time before they'll have to discuss everything. Chances are, Thoma will open the conversation like he did the last time they discussed the nature of their relationship, guiding the less-experienced members of their trio through the conversation as they all open up.

That isn't what happens. Instead, Ori misinterprets things through the lens of her insecurities. As Thoma gets to his feet to reassure her, Diluc feels a pang of guilt hit him. The strangeness of the atmosphere between them is, after all, almost entirely his own fault. He's the one who's uncertain and unused to these things, who feels flustered and hates how he doesn't know how to handle it.

He did warn them that he's going to be a difficult boyfriend to have at times, in fairness. But even that fact doesn't really make him feel much better.

For the first time tonight, he allows himself to actually look at Thoma's face. The look he finds there is as fond as always. What did he do to deserve this man's everlasting affection and patience?]

Thoma's right. Nothing's the matter, Ori, and especially not with you.

[He takes one of her hands and presses a soft kiss to the back of it to help illustrate how much he means that statement.]

If you'll both forgive my awkwardness, I'd like to continue this conversation under happier assumptions. I told you both I love you last night, and I meant that.

Edited 2022-03-01 05:18 (UTC)

[ Thoma has her in his arms and then her face in his hands faster than her thoughts can truly begin to spiral. Not for the first time and far from the last time, his presence and his intervention is a blessing for Ori's warped perception of herself, and the spring green of his eyes keep her from mulling over everything she'd said and done the night before and finding faults where there are sincerely none to be found. (It's all for the best, too, given the sheer amount of plant life to be found in Ori's home that would be at risk if she got too far into her head.)

His words, though, take a few moments for her to truly process. It's not until he gets to speaking of their relationship progressing that she pieces together what "got up to some things" meant and, echoing the evening when they all began this relationship, she mutters an eloquent: ]

Oh.

[ And then she feels Diluc's lips on her hand, and it fully dawns on her. Now, it's her turn to feel awkward and guilty for the mood having shifted so drastically in such a short time. Spirits, she should be happy for her loves, that they've taken that next step into expressing the love they all share physically - but here she is, worrying about herself. One of her hands finds one of Thoma's, pulling it away from her cheek, and the other squeezes Diluc's. ]

I— I love you, too. I'm sorry that I got the wrong idea— but I'm really happy for you both!

[ It seems it might take a bit more for her to realize that she's actually part of this conversation as a whole, too. ]

[ Thoma’s eyebrows jump up just a little bit, betraying his surprise that there were, indeed, confessions of love all the way around in the dreamscape last night, but that surprise quickly gives way to delight, and some bit of relief now that Diluc is looking at him again. ]

I meant it too. Every word I said to both of you.

[ Even if some of those words were a bit more… heated than others. Thoma puts his heart into everything he does, and that especially goes for this relationship. ]

Hey. [ He moves his other hand away from Ori’s cheek, booping her on the nose with a finger. ] You’re a part of this too, or did you think I forgot the way you were kissing me last night?

If we’re moving forward and exploring new things, I want to do it with both of you.

[Thank the Archons for Thoma, truly. Ori is soothed by their assurances and understands what the two of them are getting at, but seems to be ready to exclude herself from the conversation entirely until he tells her in no uncertain terms that this is a discussion for all three of them. This is more how he expected things to go: Thoma being their relationship guide as the other two stumble through it.

(Honestly, how he even mustered the ability to confess his love for Ori without Thoma there is a bit of a marvel. It's a happy one, however, and Diluc will therefore leave it unexamined.)

The entire dinner's worth of tension slips away as he watches Thoma and Ori interact and allows himself a selfish moment of feeling smitten. It really is amazing how all of the pieces fell perfectly into place, allowing them the opportunity to be together like this. Any other outcome would have been awkward or outright painful, yet here they all are. Despite all of her personal hang-ups, he's grateful. Happy, even.

It's a strange feeling, and one he could get used to if he's not careful.]

If we are going to have this conversation now, we should move somewhere more comfortable.

[The statement isn't wholly genuine, but he figures they'll forgive his ulterior motives given the topic that they are looking to discuss.]

[ She blinks once, twice in surprise when Thoma boops her on the nose, but soon she feels warmth blooming on her cheeks, all the way up to the tips of her pointed ears at what he reminds her of, at the way her gaze quickly snaps to the sight of his neck. She's halfway to protesting, denying, saying that he started it, but she turns her her head to avert that gaze and instead finds the smitten look on Diluc's face.

Spirits. They might truly ruin her, one of these days.

With the reminder of the heated kisses and words she shared with Thoma, though, comes the reminder of how she let her worries get the best of her— and of her unspoken promise to give this wonderful, precious love they have all found in each other her everything, just as he does. She wants to move forward with them, too, if they'll truly have her. Her hands tighten around both of theirs as she ducks her head and draws in a deep breath. This time, she will not let her fears stand in the way of showing these two wonderful men - her sunshine and her moonlight - the warmth that and guiding light that they so beautifully show her each time that they soothe her uneasy soul.

Well. It's alright, she didn't get to prepare dessert, anyway. ]

We can sit by the fire...

[ Slowly, she rises from her seat and, with her hands still entwined with theirs, she leads them both towards where cushions are strewn about on the floor by the fire. There, she lets go of their hands and takes a seat on one of the pillows, pulling her legs to rest on one side of her as her hands then take to fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It occurs to her, then, that she doesn't know how to have this conversation, and that's when she looks up at Thoma, who's always been the one to take care of her and Diluc when it comes to talking things out, well-spoken as he is. But if her partners have already taken that next step, then it falls to her to join them there. Perhaps she can speak up, this time— ]

I... I don't want to worry about what might happen if we wake up from this, anymore. I want to give you all of me while we're here, too... um... if you'll have me... [ A beat, then: ] S—Sorry, I don't really know what I'm saying—

[ please help ]

[ He can’t quite help the crooked little grin on his face when Ori’s eyes go instantly to his neck. Regardless of who started it, Ori finished it, giving him not one, but two marks to remember her by. The physical evidence may be gone, but that memory will stay with him for a while to come.

As he rises to allow himself to be led to the fireplace, he catches Diluc’s eye for a moment and… ah, there’s such boundless love there too. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t thank his lucky stars that this worked, and that the three of them are free to love and be in love with no thoughts about having to pick one over the other.

He plops down on the pillows on one side of Ori, while Diluc presumably takes the other. ]

Hey.

[ Softly, as he leans in to press a kiss to Ori’s cheek before she really starts rambling. ]

I feel like I’m probably the one walking into this with the most experience to fall back on but… there being three of us is still pretty new to me! I want to ask you both: what do you want? What can I do for you? Because that’s what I want… to make this good for both of you.

[The glances between Ori and Thoma don't go unnoticed, nor does the way they both look at him when they catch eyes. Last night's dreamshift has a lingering effect on all of them, it seems, and all for the better. Although he supposes that even without it, they would have had this conversation in the near future anyway. They're all way too enamored with each other not to get to this point regardless of external forces.

Diluc settles into the pillows next to Ori and opposite Thoma. Yes, this is much better. More comfortable, and more intimate.

Ori starts the conversation, or rather she tries to before immediately letting her nerves get the best of her and starting to ramble. As Thoma gently quiets her with a kiss to her cheek, Diluc takes her hands away from the hem of her skirt and gives them a reaassuring squeeze before releasing them. He considers, and quickly decides against, pulling her into his lap and smothering her with affection so that her remaining doubts can be relieved.

If he were to do that, he'd feel obligated to pull Thoma in close as well. Which he would happily do, but he's fairly certain that doing so would prematurely cut off this conversation that they really should have first.

A conversation that, for the record, already has color rising to his face.]

As you know, my experience is... nonexistent, prior to last night. [The statement is directed at Thoma, but really it's for Ori's benefit. She deserves to be made aware of his lack of sexual history, embarrassing as it feels to admit for some reason.] All I can demand of you is the same patience and care that you always show. And that you don't allow this to become one-sided--you deserve to be taken care of as well.

[ And so once again, Ori's frayed nerves are quelled by gestures from both Thoma and Diluc, both small yet significant in equal measure. This won't be the last they see of her nerves tonight, simply given the nature of this conversation, but she wholly trusts that they will steady her if she begins to waver just as they so often do. For now, she takes another deep breath before she finds each of their hands once more to hold in both of hers.

Suffice it to say, though, that Diluc isn't the only one whose face has taken on different color entirely, especially so upon his confession. It comes as a surprise to Ori, somehow, and yet it reminds her once again of how incredible and wonderful this thing between them is - that Diluc allows Thoma and herself beyond the guarded walls of his heart, that Thoma gives himself so selflessly for both of their sakes. Oh, if she could find the strength inside of her to ensure both of their happiness, in all things but especially in the intimacy of which they speak now... She hopes that she can do that much. ]

I agree with Diluc. You always take care of us with everything else, Thoma, and I hope that you'll let us take care of you, too. I would want that, and...

[ She closes her eyes, finding the words and the courage to speak them. It's easier, with the two of them by her side. And so despite the loud and rapid beating of her heart, there's a smile on her face as she adds, ]

I want to know what this feels like with those that I really, truly love.

[ At this rate, they’re not even going to need the fire with the way Ori and Diluc’s faces are heating by merely talking about intimacy. Once again, Thoma is wholly charmed, and reminded of one of the myriad reasons why he loves them both so much. They trust him, trust each other, enough to make themselves completely vulnerable, and he rises to the occasion to take care of them.

And then the both of them, perfect and wonderful people that they are, offer to take care of him in turn. ]

I can offer guidance where I can. [ And certainly, no one has complained about his lessons, right Diluc? ] But I think we’re just really going to have to fumble through it together.

As long as the lines of communications stay open… we’ll figure it out. And it will be beautiful because I’ll be here with both of you.

Edited 2022-03-06 19:49 (UTC)

[Ori and Thoma's respective sentimental statements both strike Diluc deeply, and he finds himself a bit at a loss for words. It's not for a lack of reciprocity or passion--he'd bring down the heavens themselves if either of them ask him for it. He is entirely theirs, and he's willing to fight and die for them just as much as he is for Mondstadt and this dreamworld they've found themselves in. They're both worth his life and so much more.

But he knows that sort of self-sacrificing talk will only upset them and ruin the moment, so he keeps the thought to himself. Instead, he simply looks between them warmly and says:]

I love you both.

[There's still a flush to his features, but his expression shows little of the awkward avoidance from before. He lets his hair down, crimson waves falling over his shoulders and back. Once that's accomplished he reaches over Ori to Thoma, gently removing the tie from his hair as well and running his fingers through the now-freed locks before pulling his hand away.]

There. That's better.

And for you...

[That last bit is to Ori, and it's the only warning he gives her before he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into his lap so that she's facing Thoma. So much for resisting that bit of temptation. If they're meant to fumble through this--with Thoma's very appreciated guidance that he certainly has no complaints about--then he should allow himself to actually act on his urges rather than talk himself out of them.]

Edited (clarity) 2022-03-07 19:15 (UTC)

[ Something warm and wonderful blooms in Ori's very soul, it feels, as the heartfelt words of Thoma and Diluc reach her. And, much like the latter, she cannot help but briefly think on the gravity of her love for them, how they pull her time and time again into the comfort of their love and keep her there. She is precious to them, and they in turn are precious to her. She, too, would bring down the heavens for them.

The heavens, after all, would be but an empty sky without her sun and her moon.

She feels as though she might melt in the heat that consumes her at the sight of Diluc letting his hair down and then doing the same for Thoma. She really doesn't stand a chance against them, she thinks - a fact made all the more clear as Diluc easily pulls her onto his lap. She gasps softly at the suddenness of it, but the surprise soon gives way to something else entirely at the feeling of his warm body against hers, and at being made to now face Thoma.

It's— a lot to take in at once, and she can't help but bring her hands up to her flushed face, closing her eyes as she tries in vain to cover the myriad of emotions visible in her expression. There is love there, unquestionably, but there's an earnest desire and the consequent shyness that comes from it, too. ]

I love you both, too—ah, my heart... I-I feel like it's going to burst when I look at you two.

[ Try as she might to hide behind her hands, she cannot completely hide the way she bites down on her lip as she has so often come to do in the face of her lovers being so... attractive. Spirits, how on earth did she manage to be in this position? ]

[ Thoma hadn’t dared hope that anything would come of this little conversation, apart from a bit more understanding between all of them and a direction in which they might go in the future. But the night before seems to have put all of them in a mood.

It really hits him the moment that Diluc undoes his hair, crimson waves falling around his shoulders, that they’re doing this now.

His partners often manage to surprise him, but this? Oh, this is a good surprise. He leans into those fingers in his hair, warm and gone all too soon, his eyes following Diluc and Ori as she’s pulled into Diluc’s lap. Archons, they’re both perfect. Both so incredibly beautiful. How did he get this lucky?

Ori looks like she might combust on the spot, face buried adorably in her hands. Thoma can only smile, something crooked and affectionate with a very slight edge of heat to it, as he reaches out to gently catch her wrist and move one of her hands away. She’s biting her lip, too, which is entirely unfair. ]

Ori… sweet Ori. What have I said about looking at me like that?

[ He really can’t help it… and the neckline of her dress is so open. He ducks down, his lips finding her skin to kiss along the line of her collar bone, her shoulder. When he reaches her neck, he breathes out a heated little sigh, murmuring against her skin, but certainly loud enough for Diluc to hear. ]

I want you both so badly.

[Ori flusters adorably, and Thoma matches it with passionate affection, and Diluc finds himself for neither the first nor last time wondering how he's even ended up here with them. Not that he's complaining--far from it. There's nowhere else in the world--Teyvat or this one--that he'd rather be.

As Thoma descends on Ori's beautifully exposed neck and collarbone, Diluc gently removes her other hand from her face and kisses her cheek.]

If it helps, Ori, you can always close your eyes while we lavish this attention onto you.

[His voice is little more than a purr in her ear, and he takes her chin gently and turns her face to his over her shoulder. As he leans in to kiss her, Thoma murmurs something that gives him the slightest, most wonderful pause as he glances around Ori to the blond man buried in her neck.]

I'm yours for the taking.

[And then, he looks back to Ori.]

That goes for you, too.

[And with that, he closes the distance between their lips and kisses her.]

[ The sight of her biting her lip may be unfair to Thoma, but in Ori's mind, what's truly unfair are the specters of kisses he leaves on her, and the heat of his breath on her as he sighs. She's powerless against the one that escapes from her own lips at that, and then soon enough, Diluc pulls her other hand away from her cheek to plant a kiss of his own there.

What's truly unfair is the way that Diluc's voice sounds in her ear, quiet and low and disarming in a way that she's never heard him sound before. She's powerless against his gentle grasp and turns readily to face him, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted in a silent plea for the kiss she's come to anticipate.

What's unbelievably unfair is the way that she can feel, not hear the words that Thoma says against her bare skin.

With how tired she had been after waking from the dreamscape, she had forgotten to adorn her tresses with flowers as she normally does— but it's all the same, for the heat of what her lovers do and say in these moments cause small buds to sprout in the waves of her long hair. She is a flower, caught and captive and waiting to bloom in the midst of their flames, liable to catch fire and burn beautifully for her sun and her moon.

She doesn't have a chance to respond to either of them in words - which is all for the better, as she has nothing more eloquent to say than "I'm yours, too" - before Diluc begins to kiss her in earnest. But she has a chance to respond in what her body does, whether she even realizes what she's doing or not. Against his lips, she moans softly, and her eyes slip shut as though she takes his instruction to heart. And in his lap, her hips and her tail move as she squirms in just the slightest way against him and against Thoma, too. She reaches with one hand to bury her fingers into the back of Thoma's neck, where the longest parts of his hair falls so handsomely, and with her other hand she reaches up to lace her fingers with Diluc's.

Spirits, it's all just so unfair. ]

[ They entwine themselves with each other so easily, words and lips and fingers all coming into play in different ways, drawing them ever closer and stoking the heat between them. The little moan that Ori looses against Diluc’s lips is unfair in its own right, a noise that Thoma feels as much as he hears, and it sets his nerves alight.

With all this lovely, exposed skin at his disposal, he can’t help but mark her again. He kisses his way to someplace normally covered by her usual outfits and sucks and nips at her skin, delighting in knowing that this mark won’t fade like the others had. She squirms between them and Thoma smiles against her skin. ]

You’re so beautiful, Ori. So perfect.

[ After pressing a gentle kiss against the dark mark he’d left on her skin, he pulls back to allow his fingertips to ghost over her exposed collar bones, down the line of her sternum to the little tie on her dress. He asks, of course, if he can undress her, and when permission is given, deft fingers undo the laces and work the buttons open.

His mouth finds every inch of new skin he exposes, kissing, caressing, licking his way down between her breasts. ]

[In all of the time Diluc has known Ori, he has never been quite so hyperaware of the fact that she has a tail as he is right now. It brushes against him between his legs as she squirms, and he takes in a sharp breath in response to the brief rush of pleasure the contact brings. She moans into their kiss, and it's such a beautiful sound that he shifts his focus from her lips to kiss down her jawline and neck so that she can continue to make noises unhindered.

Thoma is the one driving things, at least for now. Diluc is more than happy to follow his lead in lovingly taking Ori apart bit by bit, holding her close as their lover leaves a mark on her skin and begins to undress her. He doesn't even try to hide the way in which he glances downward, appreciating both the sight of her cleavage and the man revealing and exploring it.]

Don't hold anything back, starlight.

[The words are murmured into her ear, following by the lightest of nips to her earlobe. He wants to hear every bit of pleasure that envelops her, and he's certain that Thoma feels similarly.]

[ They really, truly are going to ruin her, and she's sure of it now.

With her lips released from Diluc's kiss, a sigh escapes from deep within her drawn out by the heat of the kisses he leaves along her jawline and neck, and the sensation of Thoma's fingertips ghosting along her bare skin, leaving their own trail of heat in their wake. Then he asks for her permission to do what she now realizes she's wanted for him to do ever since he gave her a taste of what his hands would feel like on her body in the woods not too long ago, and her voice is little more than a whisper as she answers, yes.

Her hand falls away from Thoma's hair, and she lets go of Diluc's hand to allow fabric to fall away from her shoulders and then further down still. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves of her dress before long, and the fabric pools around her waist as the entirety of her upper body, laden with the marks of her vitiligo and scars from battles and adventures past, is now bare and exposed to both of her partners.

Despite the chill of the early spring night, there is nothing but heat to be found where she sits between two wonderful, beautiful men who are fierce, fiery, and passionate in their own ways. Spirits, does she love them so. Intimacy like this would have easily engulfed her even if she were experiencing this with just one of her lovers— but here they both are, intent on showering her with affection and want all at once, and she is wholly theirs. ]

I— I won't hold back. I love you both so much. I'm all yours, so, please...

[ It's all she can manage to say before the sensation of Thoma's lips and tongue on her chest draws another sigh out of her, in about the same moment that Diluc decides to nip at the tip of her ear and— gods, that feels good. She didn't know it would, and she can't help the surprised sound she makes. She promises herself that she'll do everything she can to make sure her loves feel good, too, but if hearing her, and letting them see how fevered and heated her gaze has become, and the way that her lips are parted in anticipation, and her giving herself to them is what they want in this moment, then that's what she'll give. ]

Edited (u ever just feel like adding more description) 2022-03-19 23:54 (UTC)

[ The way that the fabric of Ori’s dress falls away from flushed skin puts Thoma in mind of a blooming flower, petals unfurling to reveal something far more precious and beautiful beneath. He called her beautiful before, perfect just mere moments ago, but now somehow she seems to be more gorgeous and perfect, half-bared and flushed and needy.

The look on her face and the heat of her skin as he leans in to once again explore her with his mouth is enough to draw a groan out of him, hot and breathy against the swell of her breast. His hands, blessedly bare already, find her shoulders, her upper arms, slipping around to her bare back and the heat between her and Diluc.

At last, his mouth alights on one nipple, a gentle kiss the only precursor to him drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth to suck, teasing at her with his tongue as it does.

He wants to hear her, he never wants to stop hearing her. ]

[Ori looks and sounds wonderful as she bares herself to them, and Thoma is poised to take advantage of what she's exposed. Diluc is content to let this moment remain largely between them for now. It's not as if he's totally left out, having the luxury of having Ori in his lap like he does, and honestly? He already knows quite well how Thoma's experience in this sort of endeavor feels. Ori deserves to experience that first hand as well.]

You're gorgeous.

[Diluc is the one with the free lips, so he'll pay her the compliment he knows that he and Thoma both agree on.

He leans back away from Ori for a few moments, giving himself enough clearance to pull his shirt up and over his head without jostling her too much. It's only fair that she not be the only one undressing, and even if she can't see him topless she's able to feel it when he sits up and presses his chest into her back. The sensation of skin on skin is warm and intimate, made moreso with Thoma's hands between them, and he gives a soft hum of approving affection into her hair.

Slowly, he runs his fingers up and down her arms, warming his touch with his Vision just enough to make the sensation pleasant for her. Or so he hopes.]

[ Just as her lovers want to hear her, she wants to hear them, too, and she's graciously given these gifts as Thoma groans against her and as Diluc mutters such sweet, affirming words into her ear, both drawing a sigh and an approving hum in return. Then she gives them more, as the wet heat of Thoma's mouth and tongue on her breast bids her to moan once, then again at the teasing of his tongue. She has always known that her sun has a way with words, is good with his mouth, but this is something else entirely. She loves it, loves him and she finds herself wanting more of it.

And then she feels the strength of Diluc's body against her back. She has seen his upper body bare before, having healed his injuries on more than a few occasions, but the sensation of their skin pressed together is wonderful. She's not given much time to savor it, though, when the heat of Diluc's touch surprises her in the best, most incredible way. His hopes are as well-placed as Thoma's continued ministrations, and she responds to all of it by writhing in between them once more. After a moment, her hands find both of Diluc's and she guides his warmed hands up along her stomach, slowly and then finally to her breasts, encouraging him to touch her there, too. She groans at the feeling, and their names fall from her lips, her hushed, pleading voice carrying with it all of the love and want she feels for her lovers. ]

Thoma, Diluc...

[ Her hands move onto Thoma, then, grasping gently at his shoulders before she tries to tug on the fabric of his shirt. ]

Let us see you too, love.

[ 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. ]

[Ori squirms again in his lap in response to what he and Thoma are doing to her, and Diluc can't help but let out a soft moan. The movement feels wonderful, pressed up against him like she is. There's no way that Ori is unable to feel how much he enjoys it, and that realization excites him just as much as anything else.

She guides his warmed hands to her breasts, and he is all to happy to oblige her once Thoma pulls back to kiss her. He squeezes gently before running his thumbs lightly over her nipples, testing their sensitivity and enjoying the full feeling of them in his hands. This woman is absolutely remarkable, and like Thoma he wants to see and hear and feel all of her.

He wants that from Thoma, too, who is a sight to behold without a shirt and undressing Ori like he is. So, as he sets aside Ori's dress and undergarments, he shoots him a smile from over Ori's head.]

While you're in the process of removing clothing, I think it would be nice to see all of you as well. Don't you agree, Ori?

[He punctuates the question with another brush of his thumbs over her breasts, unable to help himself from teasing.

He'd offer to undress, himself, but that would mean having to remove Ori from his lap. He's not quite willing to do that just yet.]

[ Ori takes the moment to appreciate how Thoma looks partially bared before them in the same way that Diluc does. Their sunshine is radiant, and his own scars sit proudly on his skin, marks of his duty and loyalty and commitment - and that makes him all the more beautiful, to her. And Diluc, too. Even though she can't see him as well in the moment, it's hard not to forget the war-torn look of his skin. Her sun and her moon, both warriors and protectors in their own rights, and spirits does she love them both for it.

The sound that she looses from her throat and against Thoma's mouth as she continues to kiss him sounds an awful lot like a pleading yes, and it may well be a response to everything in this moment - to the idea of being bared fully to her loves, to Diluc's suggestion that Thoma undress fully, too, and the way that Diluc teases her so expertly with the heated touch of his fingers.

(Diluc is a quick study, indeed.)

Firmly enveloped between both of their incredible and warm bodies as she is, Ori is more than happy to assist in the removal of her clothing, lifting her hips and legs as Thoma pulls the fabric away. After all, she can feel the extent of Diluc's want against her back, where her tail squirms once more in response, and each tease and touch of deft fingers on her only makes the yearning and heat between her legs that much harder to ignore. When she is finally bare, she parts her lips against Thoma's, barely managing to voice a breathy, ]

I want to see and feel both of you. Please...

[ Sorry, Diluc, but she asked nicely and said please, so... ]

[ There’s no denying that Ori is a beautiful sight before him, fully undressed and flushed and writhing. Diluc’s hands stand stark against lavender skin and Thoma’s pulse jumps as he watches those hands caress and tease Ori’s breasts, setting another chorus of lovely noises free from her lips.

He could probably get off by just watching the two of them like this if he wanted to, but right now he most certainly doesn’t want to. He wants to feel them both. He wants them all to bring each other to the brink, to bask in the afterglow and the sweet love they share.

There are still some layers of cloth in the way of that reality, though, and at Ori’s breathless prompting, he grins and stands, offering Diluc a hand up once he’s eased Ori from his lap. ]

You heard her, Diluc.

[ As if they could ever deny their sweet starlight anything.

Once Diluc is on his feet, Thoma tugs him close, crashing their lips together in a storm of heat and desire. As much fun as it’s been teasing Ori between them, he’s longed for this, too. His hands go to the waistband of Diluc’s pants, working them open while his gaze skirts to the side, wanting to catch a glimpse of Ori while he seeks to kiss Diluc breathless. ]

[Damn. Well, can't blame a man for trying to keep a beautiful woman in his lap for as long as possible.

Not that Diluc can find much cause to complain about the shift in circumstances. The sight of Ori, fully nude and flushed with excitement, sitting on the floor looking up the two of them is lovely, even if he only has mere moments to appreciate it before Thoma swarms in and overtakes his senses.

He doesn't even try to stifle the moan that rises out of him as Thoma kisses him and begins to remove his pants. Unlike last night, there's no need to remain quiet--quite the opposite, in fact. Ori's eyes are still on them, almost certainly, so there's a performative aspect to this kiss that he finds thrilling. Because it's for her.

Much as he wants to rip his lover's pants off then and there, he keeps his hands out of the way so Thoma can work unimpeded. Instead, he cups Thoma's face into his hands as he parts his lips into their kiss, hot and hungry and full of need.]

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