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[ 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.]

[ Oh, but that reverent look on Thoma’s face does things to her, and the moments seem to stretch into eternity as Ori watches him licks her fingers, giving her a taste of what he can do with his tongue just as she gives him a taste of her. She forgets to breathe, and it’s only when Diluc leaves a trail of kisses down her neck does she remember to do so with a sigh.

It’s all she can do to nod and do as he asks of her, leaning back to rest her head in Diluc’s lap. She’s well aware of the kind of position that puts her in with respect to her lovers, and she fully intends to do unto Diluc as Thoma will do to her— but the back of her head finds a soft pillow, instead, and her eyes widen in surprise and a bit of confusion as she looks up at Diluc.

Alas, all is forgotten the moment that Thoma kneels between her legs. There’s no holding back on Ori’s part as her eyes slip shut and she moans, loudly, her mind going blank with pleasure. Her fingers mindlessly thread into his hair with a desperate cry of his name. ]

Thoma—

[ She is completely at their mercy, and she spreads her legs further, welcoming every movement and ministration with a gasp, a moan, anything to let her loves know just how good she feels like this. ]

[ They’ll have to work on Diluc’s sense of propriety later. He just denied himself a lovely chance for Ori to tilt her head just so and– well. They’ll get to that.

As it is, Thoma is relishing in every sensation; the sweet taste of their darling starlight as he explores her every curve and fold with his tongue, and the symphony of pleasure that drifts his way as she responds so beautifully to his every move. She’s perfect, radiant, and he tells her with the way he tastes her, following the map laid out by her reactions to bring her to the height of her pleasure.

His lips close around the bud of her clit to suck and tease with his tongue. At the same time he slides one of his hands from her hip to slip one finger past her entrance, then a second, seeking out that sweet spot inside her.

Diluc the quick study had better be taking notes. ]

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