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[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.]

[ Listen, if she (well, all three of them, really) has her way, there will be plenty of chances yet, whether tonight or in the future, for Diluc to have and keep Oriphi in his lap for as long as he wants.

Ori is nothing if not a giver, after all, never one to shy away from a chance to shift the focus away from herself and towards someone she cares about, and it seems this holds true in her intimacy, as well.

So for now, Ori is more than happy to vacate Diluc's space, to give him the chance and the pleasure of kissing Thoma. She folds her legs beneath her as she remains seated on the cushions, looking up so that she can watch with unbridled awe and delight as her lovers hold and kiss each other. Spirits, they are both so incredibly beautiful like this, and she adores seeing them express their love for one another just as much as she adores showing them how much she loves them. Still, that tender adoration gives way to a feeling that runs hot and hungry when she hears Diluc moan in to their kiss, and even more so when she catches Thoma's curious but wicked gaze.

She doesn't know when exactly it was - between Thoma's hands working Diluc's pants open and Diluc parting his lips against Thoma's in a heated, open-mouthed kiss - that she had parted her legs slightly, just enough for one of her hands to move in between. A moan falls from her own lips as she teases herself, her fingers gliding along the slick heat between her legs as her eyes remain feverishly fixed on her her loves standing before her all the while. ]

[ The moan he pulls out of Diluc prompts one of his own in response, as Thoma practically revels in being able to be as loud as they want without the threat of getting caught. As thrilling as that prospect had been, this is better, putting their passion on display for Ori to see – for her to enjoy.

He’d stopped looking at her briefly, lost in the heat mounting between himself and Diluc as he finally works his pants open and lets them slide over his lover’s hips to pool on the floor, but that noise is like a white hot vice, clamping tight on his attention and pulling his gaze over again.

And what a sight he’s greeted with. Seeing Ori with her hand between her legs, feverish gaze fixed on the two of them as she teases herself is enough to nearly immolate him on the spot, and his few remaining articles of clothing suddenly feel suffocating. His hands come up to alight on Diluc’s wrists, guiding his hands down to the waistband of his pants. ]

Please.

[ The word comes out so breathlessly that it barely makes a sound. His lips crash into Diluc’s again, though between rough and heated kisses, he breathes out, ]

Diluc… look at her.

[Diluc certainly hasn't forgotten about Ori's presence, and she makes her enjoyment known with a beautiful moan as she watches them. Unlike Thoma, he doesn't look her way to investigate. He's much more focused on devouring Thoma and being devoured by him in turn, lowering his hands to his chest and leaning in to nip at the skin of his neck.

When Thoma seizes his wrists and redirects his hands further downward, he doesn't hesitate in getting his pants open as their kiss resumes. He makes another deep, approving noise into Thoma's lips as the fabric of his pants and undergarments falls to the floor, leaving him as naked and exposed as Diluc himself is. For a brief moment, he considers kneeling in front of him and taking him into his mouth, an expression of love and desire--and something Ori would like to see, he thinks.

That is, until Thoma murmurs for him to look at her.

Diluc breaks away from Thoma just enough to look over to where Ori is sitting. The sight of her, flushed and exposed like she is, takes his breath away. As if entranced, he takes the sight in and eventually settles his gaze on the wetness between her legs that she's currently teasing herself with. He breathes a soft expletive, not knowing what else to say or how else to react.]

[ Her body seems to be moving and responding to the sight of Diluc and Thoma of its own accord. She leans back onto the cushions, her legs parting and affording them a full view of her as she continues to tease herself, as she watches her lovers kiss and undress each other and wonders what it would be like to be pressed between them once more, skin to skin, now that they’re all naked. The very thought brings flowers into being around her where she lays, sprouting and unfurling. Beneath that heated look, in the midst of these flowers is a woman who is acting purely on her desire—

That is, until Thoma murmurs for Diluc to look at her.

It’s almost as though she snaps back into herself in that moment; her amber eyes meet Diluc’s awestruck, almost dumbfounded gaze and widen in response. She had started touching herself when her lovers turned their attentions upon each other, to give them those moments with each other, but now they’re both so beautifully bare and flushed and looking right at her. ]

Ah...

[ For a moment, she seems frozen in place, and her face reddens all the more. The petals of the flowers around her seem to curl and close back up into themselves as she pulls her hand away from between her legs and then lifts her arms, crossing them over her face in a shy gesture not unlike her reaction to when they agreed to take this step into intimacy together. Spirits, they’re so gorgeous together and they are still looking right at her. It almost feels like too much. ]

Sorry, I just— You’re both so beautiful...

[ He may be the one with the most experience here, but Ori and Diluc are leaning into their instincts rather nicely. It thrills him to see Ori especially letting the heat inside her guide her to lean back spreading her lovely legs in a way that is absolutely enticing.

Perhaps he should have just let it keep happening, because Diluc and Ori are quickly halted the moment he brings attention to it. Well, since it’s his fault they’ve all stopped, he might as well get them going again.

First, he reaches over to bring a finger up under Diluc’s chin, gently closing his gaping maw. Next, he laughs, the sound soft but sweet. ]

Don’t apologize, starlight, and don’t stop on our account. I love seeing this side of you… [ He moves to her, then, taking Diluc by the wrist to join her back on the cushions, one of them on either side of her yet again. Thoma reaches up to brush Ori’s hair behind her ear. ]

You’re radiant. Truly the brightest star in the sky. [ Then, softer, as he leans closer to her, ] Can I taste you?

[It's not until Thoma closes his mouth that Diluc fully registers that it's even hanging open, and he reacts by finally averting his gaze from Ori and clearing his throat. His face is burning, and likely the same color as his hair if had to guess. He's leaning into his instincts as best as he can, but the moment he stops and thinks about any of it things start to unravel. The same seems to be true of Ori, who is now hiding her face and apologizing.

He doesn't resist when Thoma guides him back to Ori's side, and once he's settled on the cushions he presses a soft, reassuring kiss to her temple.]

Thoma's right; you have nothing to be sorry for.

[Unsurprisingly, it's Thoma that nudges things back toward the sexual with his request of her. Diluc tries not to react too obviously, since the question isn't directed at him in the slightest, but the sharp intake of breath is indication enough that he quite likes the idea for her.]

[ As always, every word of reassurance and every little gesture of affection pulls Ori out of her own head and back into the moment - and what a moment it is to be present, here, once again between the two people she loves most in this dream and in every other realm. Her hands fall away from her face as she looks up at Diluc, and then at Thoma, her eyes filled with the love and yearning she feels for them both as they capture her heart so thoroughly with their sweet words. One of her hands finds Diluc's, entwining their fingers together. ]

I...

[ I love you both so much, she means to say, but the words are lost when Thoma leans in closer and asks to taste her. Her face reddens deeply, nearly rivaling the shade of red that Diluc's is if not for the lilac tone of her skin. And then, yet again, she bites down on her lip, finding herself both embarrassed and enraptured by the very thought of him wanting to taste her. She lifts her hand towards Thoma's lips, her fingers coated her own slick, as she mutters quietly, ]

Like this...?

[ There’s something deeply endearing about watching both of his lovers redden and fumble their way through this at every new turn, and Thoma counts himself lucky beyond belief for getting to share these moments with them. He meant what he’d said earlier – it won’t be perfect, but it will be precious, and there’s nothing more he could possibly ask for.

Ori so sweetly offers him her fingers, and he responds by gently taking her by the wrist and licking them clean, the look on his face near reverent as he does. After getting a taste of Diluc, he couldn’t help but wonder what Ori would taste like on his tongue, and he knows he won’t be satisfied with just the bit of slick on her fingers.

Still, he savors this small taste. He slips the tips of her digits into his mouth, suckling away the last of the moisture gathered there. ]

Mm… thank you starlight, but that’s not quite what I meant. Can you rest your head in Diluc’s lap for me?

[ And once everyone has shuffled into position, he kneels between Ori’s legs, bracing her hips in his hands as he bends to truly taste her, his tongue sliding along her folds with that same reverence. He’s all too happy to kneel before this beautiful, perfect woman and worship her with his mouth. ]

[At first all Diluc can do is watch this moment between Ori and Thoma, his attention coming both from affection and arousal. He loves how much they love each other as much as he loves each of them, and that feeling just intensifies in the wake of this intimacy. It's almost too much, but he wouldn't change a thing about this encounter so far.

(Up to and including his own mistakes and missteps, which is saying something.)

He forces himself to look away from Thoma licking her fingers clean, entrancing as the sight is, in order to nuzzle Ori's cheek and press a line of kisses down to her neck. Thoma's voice cuts through, and it takes a few moments for him to realize that he's a part of that request.

Ori's head? In his lap? That seems... indecent, given the state he's in and given what it is Thoma's clearly planning to do to her. She shouldn't have to worry about his cock pressing up against her head while being tended to by Thoma. She should be comfortable.

Diluc snatches a pillow and sets it into his lap before Ori lies back and rests her head there. That's better, at least for now.]

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