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[ It isn't Ori's place to say what is or isn't too much trouble for Tighnari, but knowing how he is, and knowing what she would do as a healer in her own right... It would be better for Aki to stay here tonight in some capacity, for the three of them to continue looking out for one another in the aftermath of this all... And this way, when she feels more of her strength return to her after a night's rest, she can give healing another go with both of them within arm's reach.

She simply casts another glance in Aki's direction while she receives treatment from Tighnari, and simply offers: ]

You have to rest, too, Aki.

[ of course he's quick to shake his head. ]

It's no trouble at all. If I'm honest.. it makes me feel better.

[ which is something that he thinks both aki and ori will understand. they're all natural caretakers, in a sense, it brings them comfort to comfort one another, to help in any way they can. he's back to ori, the sutures now prepared, and his voice is gentle. ]

The cream should help, but you might feel a pinprick now and then. Are you ready?

[ Ori does understand, and a not-small part of her is relieved for it. But for now, she also understands that it's her turn to be taken care of. The gentleness of Tighnari's voice does wonders to soothe her in this moment, and she offers her best attempt at a reassuring smile in turn. ]

I'm ready.

[ And when he gets to work, her gaze falls to his hands to watch him. ]

[ a nod.

and so he sets to work. tighnari's hands are gentle as he sees to ori's sutures, his work quick and very neat, and soon enough he's cleaning the thin line of stitches left behind. after that, the rest of her wounds are simple enough to apply ointment to, and wrap in clean bandages. he'll give them both some ibuprofen, and swallow some himself, before seeing to aki.

his work here is even quicker, given the fact that aki has already finished cleaning himself up by the time tighnari has washed his hands, switched gloves, and readied the sutures. still, it's the same song and dance. numbing cream, swift, tidy stitches, and some clean bandaging wrapped snugly, but not tightly. tighnari works with the efficiency of a trained medic, though his touch against aki's warm skin is gentle nevertheless.

then there's himself to see to, at last, but of course it is simply more of the same. tighnari cleans his wounds and sutures his own abdomen without so much as a flinch.

of course, there's the matter of their clothes.. he has clean sets for himself, and ori could easily fit in his clothing, but aki is another matter - tighnari is pondering what his answer to that will be, when he notices that aki seems to be preparing to leave. something hot flashes in tighnari's breast, a soft, desperate longing, an unwillingness to let go, and after exchanging looks with ori, he reaches to snag aki's hand. at first he simply holds it firmly, but soon his fingers weave through aki's, squeezing. ]

Where do you think you're going?

[ Despite the quiet admonishment he receives from Ori, Aki is nothing without something to do with his hands, though he at least stops short of trying to stitch his own wounds before Tighnari is done tending to her. A protest sits on his tongue even as Aki approaches with the sutures, but he knows he'd be met with resistance if he tried to insist that he's fine. Some of these cuts are quite nasty, and they should be properly treated...but he hates to ask more of a man who just died earlier today, when he was powerless to stop it.

Another reminder of why he shouldn't overstay his welcome, although he does intend to stay nearby, just...just in case. He would keep vigil all night watching over them if he could, but Tighnari and Ori...they need time together to convalesce and heal, and he'll only get in the way of that, though the thought makes his chest far tighter then he would have expected.

That's why it comes as a great surprise when Tighnari reaches out to take his hand before he can so much as voice his intention to go crash on the common room couch, and it shows in his features, the way his brows lift and expression softens, vulnerable as a wounded animal offered a kind hand. ]

I - [ He glances between Ori and Tighnari, as a heartbeat or two goes by. ] I thought...I would sleep on the couch in your common room tonight. I'd like to stay nearby, if that's alright.

[ But would they rather he go back to Basilisk, then he'll respect their choice, too. ]

That isn't what I meant.

[ and tighnari's eyes say as much.

something in his chest twists. how can he explain that he can't bear the thought of letting either of them out of his sights tonight, that he feels that they are stronger together. aki staying in the common room is good and all, but it isn't nearly as close as tighnari wants him, after all they have been through these last few days, all the pain and loss that has forged them together.

for a moment tighnari simply looks to him, before he glances toward ori, leaning to press a kiss to her brow, and standing, all the better to take aki's other hand in his own as well, pulling him away from the door. ]

Stay here. With us.

[ it's not a request. ]

[ Their meaning is clear, and if the circumstances were any different, Aki would still have a hard time believing it. It's not the first time he's gone through something like this, however, where the pressure of shared trauma and a support system forges bonds in a roaring fire. It wouldn't be an exaggeration at all to say that the two of them are the most important people to him in the entire prison.

It made their deaths hurt all the more, and it makes him all the more eager to nurse the wounds on his heart, on all their hearts. He isn't great at offering comforting words, but if he can offer reassurance with his actions, instead -

Then he'll stay. Of course he will. It wasn't even really a question, once he realized what Tighnari meant. It's not as though he seems willing to brook an argument, anyway. ]

...Okay.

[ He offers with a nod, letting his eyes fall shut against the threatening swell of tears, but this time, they aren't caused by pain and suffering. ]

Then we should all get some rest.

[ He reaches up to snag the hairtie from his short ponytail, hair falling slack around his face. ]

[ There's a longing in Ori's eyes that she can't quite explain as Tighnari presses a kiss to her brow, and then voices what she knows they both feel. Aki needs to stay here. After everything the three of them have been through the last few days... Both of their nightmares, and then that horrible game... It doesn't feel right for them to part ways now. There's no question in her heart that she wants to remain close to Tighnari... But she can't bring herself to let Aki go, either.

The relief is immediate and visible on Ori's face when the latter finally relents, and her lips draw into a thin line when he closes his eyes... He's about to cry again, isn't he...? If she hadn't been sure about wanting him close to her and Tighnari before, she feels certain now. Unquestionably so.

In the moments that follow, the three of them find themselves in a constellation of each other's bodies, pulling Tighnari's blankets and pillows off of his bed to find some semblance of comfort on the floor... Although, as they'll soon realize, there is no greater comfort for them tonight than that which they find in each other's arms, in their shared presence.

Exhausted down to her very bones, Ori blessedly doesn't dream. And when she finally wakes many, many hours later, she feels that more of her strength has returned to her. Her own eyes sting with tears as she recalls everyone who had seen to her. Sprezzatura, with a Lovers card, her teammates... and the two men beside her. Gently, she draws them both closer against her sides and dips her head to press a kiss to the base of Tighnari's ear, and then turns to softly nuzzle at the top of Aki's head, too.

A healing warmth and light washes over the three of them as she casts one of her most powerful healing spells on them, causing little flickers of glowing, arcane light to begin floating in the air around them, like fluttering flower petals. ]

[ getting to sleep isn't easy.

even after tighnari has piled all of his blankets and pillows into a comfortable little nest on the floor, and turned down the lamplight, it still takes him some time to find rest. together they collapse into the blankets, and it isn't as comfortable as the bed, but their nearness to one another makes up for it, he thinks; he couldn't imagine being parted from them tonight, after all they've gone through. in fact, tighnari doesn't even turn the lamp entirely off - just very low, dim, but enough light that he can make out the shapes of their bodies, just in case. he needs to be able to see them, even if his darkvision is quite impeccable. he's not taking any chances.

tighnari presses up to ori's side, one arm behind her shoulder, his fingers woven in aki's dark hair. the other arm drapes over her hips, his hand still wound in aki's, holding firmly, though his grasp slackens as sleep begins to claim him. with his chin resting atop ori's head, he at last finds sleep.

it's her movement that rouses him at first. tighnari twitches, grunts, his ears flicking as he shifts against the blankets, a soreness he had grown used to suddenly.. bleeding away. his wounds knit together, dark bruises fading to a pale, healing yellow, even the deep ache in his bones subsides. he recognizes the feel of ori's healing, having been on the receiving end of it plenty of times. tighnari hums, his eyes flickering open, a smile curving his mouth as he presses a kiss to her hair, glancing toward aki, who he can see over her head. ]

.. good morning.

[ Like Tighnari, it takes Aki no small measure of time to fall asleep. Even after the two of them beckon him to join them in their nest of blankets, and regardless of how his heart tugs him towards them, the pull night irresistible now that avenue has been opened to him. He still can't shake the feeling that perhaps he shouldn't be here, that he's intruding on something that wasn't meant for him, after how he failed to protect them. He doesn't deserve this, and every time his eyes start to fall closed, he swears it's about to happen again - the dragon's attack, taking them both out in one fell swoop, even when their bodies are so real and warm and alive next to him.

A devil hunter never finds sleep easy, though the fleeting thought he finds once he does drift off is that there's no better place he could be to protect them than here.

His sleep is mercifully dreamless, at least, even if morning comes far too soon. He is typically one to rise early, but after the events of the previous few days, who could blame any of them for wanting to sleep in? For not wanting to leave this little nest of warmth that they've created? Why wake at all, when the idyllic haze of a new morning is so alluring?

The scent of them is all around him, Tighnari's hand warm in his, the other tangled gently in Ori's brown locks. The healing spell, though he doesn't quite recognize it for what it is at first, makes him no more inclined to open his eyes, given how it softens the edges of his injuries and eases his aches and pains. What he wouldn't give, to make this moment last just a little bit longer, to just make this perfect space infinite -

But Tighnari's voice pulls him from his reverie, and at last he lifts his eyelids, the other two haloed in the morning light in a way that arrests his heart. ]

...Morning.

[ Perhaps waking wasn't such a bad idea after all.

His gaze flickers from Tighnari to Ori, his brows drawing together. ]

Your magic...?

[ The path to slumber surely hadn't been easy for any of them, with each of their minds being plagued by their own thoughts... But Ori wants nothing more, now, than to ease the remaining aches of their wounds, to lift their spirits from their shared state of exhaustion.

With the two awake, she casts each of them a soft, warm smile. Though the morning has come, and her magic will certainly help waking up and going about their days easier... She finds herself wanting to stay like this with them for as long as possible.

The first spell fades, but Ori soon casts another. Carefully, she untangles her arms from their bodies, but only so that she can close them over where Aki and Tighnari's hands are entwined with one another across her hips. Ori gently pulls their joined hands up to her lips; she presses a tender kiss to Tighnari's knuckles, and then another to Aki's, a tiefling hand on each to alleviate their exhaustion with another restorative spell. ]

Good morning, you two...

[ Her voice is tired, and raspy, but bears no small measure of affection. ]

The magic will take care of the wounds and the fatigue, but... I want to stay like this for a bit, if that's alright. I think we deserve to take some time to recover after the last few days...

[ her healing capabilities certainly are handy, that's for sure. tighnari has always been interested in attempting to expand his dendro abilities toward restoration, but meeting ori has certainly sped up that process and desire. to be able to use his own power to help those he cares for, and those in need.. well, it sounds like a dream.

nevertheless, the warmth of her spellwork washes over him; tighnari recognizes this prickling sensation, and the sense of alertness that comes with it. where he had felt heavy and exhausted before, he now feels refreshed, awake, as if he's had the best sleep of his life. ]

Don't forget yourself.

[ he reminds, gently, yet in a voice that of course will brook no argument. he won't have her seeing to them without also seeing to herself. ]

But I agree. I think we deserve a little rest.

[ and more importantly.. time together. tighnari likes to keep moving, likes to keep busy, to see to his work, but sometimes there are more important things, more important people. after their harrowing experiences together, they need to heal - not physically, now that ori has seen to their wounds, but emotionally. psychologically. and they will heal best together, he thinks.

but he finds that they are at a crossroads. there is a choice to be made, here, a path to be taken, and tighnari has good intuition, he can read the room, he can read them, and the tension between the three of them that is not.. unpleasant. a magnetism that draws them together. he'd felt it the night ori came to his door, and he feels it now, in this moment. tighnari's eyelids lower, his ears folding back as he presses a soft kiss to ori's hair, before he's looking up, into aki's face, his free hand drawing along aki's jaw, thumb gliding along his lower lip. ]

Stay with us.

[ Stay with us.

It's not unlike what Tighnari told him the night before, when he had made it clear they wanted him to stay, and were it not for the confidence with which he had been invited, he likely still would have left. That confidence is the same now, and it's there in the way Ori presses gentle kisses to their hands, and the way Tighnari thumbs over his lower lip. The invitation is evident, should he decide to accept it.

Yet this isn't just an invitation to spend the morning with them, healing and recovering, spending time in one another's company. The events of the last few days have drawn Ori and Tighnari into his orbit in a way he never could have expected, and their struggles had tempered their relationships - that they hadn't shattered and broken entirely is nothing short of a miracle. Hell, that they're here, alive, is a miracle in and of itself. His heart is swollen with affection and neglected need, an unforgiving demand to remind it that they are all alive, that he is alive.

It should perhaps be unbelievable, or maybe he should chalk it up to emotions running high after such a series of intense encounters, and yet...he can't bring himself to do that. Not after tasting their sweet mouths under the mistletoe, not after they pulled him from his nightmares, not after he held their broken bodies and wept.

Well, he's never been one to hesitate, and even this moment that has passed seems to have lasted for an eternity, the pad of Tighnari's thumb still against his lip, and Aki inhales a quiet shuddering breath. The hand still woven in Ori's hair, lifts to her face, thumb cresting over her cheekbone, while the other slips from their joined hands to do the same to Tighnari, fingers gliding along his jaw.

He doesn't need to answer with his words, not when he dips his head to brush a grazing ghost of a kiss to the knuckle of Tighnari's thumb.

He will stay. ]

[ Ori is no stranger to the way that these fateful, harrowing encounters can draw one's need for affection and feeling to the surface from even the darkest depths of the heart... There is always a desire that lingers after such encounters, a longing to feel alive when someone has been so very close to the brink of death or - in the cases of herself and Tighnari - did die. And a wish, too, to convey in no uncertain terms that they've lived and survived and they are here, whole and safe. Ori has felt this before, and she feels the pull again now with the three of them entangled as they are. She wants to hear their voices, look into their eyes, and to feel them pulsing and alive against her body, beneath her touch.

Tighnari's gentle reminder pulls her lips into a smile as she closes her eyes, casting the selfsame spell on her own body as Tighnari presses a kiss to her hair and then reaches for Aki, asking him to stay, relieving her of the worry that she'd been the only one who wanted this. She feels her own exhaustion melt away - and how could it not, when she feels Aki's hand, warm and wanting against her cheek? His answer is clear, and she wouldn't dare squander this rare gift of giving herself to two incredible men. Not when, at any given moment, they could be torn asunder by an unknowable power, an insurmountable barrier between the worlds they've come from.

Slowly, carefully, Ori sits up so that her horns don't get in the way as she turns to face them both. Though the movement breaks the various constellations of people touching other people's faces, at least now Tighnari and Aki can lay closer together.

With another warm smile, she leans back in to first cup Tighnari's cheek and press a loving kiss to his lips. The feeling of his lips against hers has become familiar by now, a precious gift each and every time they've kissed. Then, she angles her head and reaches for Aki's cheek, too. Her gaze falls to his lips as she remembers how surprisingly tender he had been when they'd kissed under the mistletoe, and how he's since managed to surprise her again and again by how caring and kind he is beneath a seemingly stoic demeanor. She knows, on that alone, that she and Tighnari are in goods hands; and that they will take care of him, in turn.

Which leaves little question as to what she does next. Her fingers trail down to trace the line of Aki's jaw until they're beneath his chin as she captures his lips in a kiss, too. ]

[ it's all falling into place so easily, so perfectly, so naturally that tighnari does not even question it.

years ago, perhaps, tighnari might have balked at the idea that he might be in a place like this, his heart caught between two people. he had never put too much thought into finding a mate to begin with, but in the rare moment when he would visualize his future, he imagined only one partner, one mate beside him. his kind mates rather strictly for life. but tighnari has always been a bit unorthodox, a bit different - that he would go against the grain in this way is no real surprise. it's simple. his heart aches for them both, and so he shall have them both. aki's kiss presses warm to his knuckle, and tighnari instantly knows what he wants.

silent understanding passes between the three of them. his breath rushes.

when ori pulls away, tighnari chases her with one hand, his padded fingertips gliding along her ribs, his eyes following her own as she glances down toward them both. he receives her kiss eagerly, warm and welcoming, and when she pulls back from it to kiss aki instead, his eyes follow again watching their lips meet, his gaze unfocused, pupils dilating wide. it's almost overwhelming, how beautiful they are, how surreal this all feels for how fortunate he is to have somehow earned them both.

shifting nearer, tighnari's hand slides along ori's side and around to her back, his fingertips dragging against the base of her tail while he nudges aki's jaw with his nose, urging it upward, his warm, open mouth pressing to aki's pulse. exhaling against smooth skin, tighnari hums, warm and content. ]

[ For his part, Aki has never seriously considered taking a partner before - there has never been time, and even if there was...he knows what's in store for him, even if his mission succeeds. He has traded too much life away to be so selfish as to ask someone to let him into their heart, only for them to lose him soon after. That hasn't stopped the longing, the ache, for his is a heart so full of love to give.

Yet Reverie has changed things, has taken away contracts he was bound by, though the danger it has substituted in their place makes the present no less critical. Perhaps he should be more cautious, perhaps he should make more of an effort to put his heart into reserve, because even if they come together like this, it doesn't necessarily mean things will stay this way. Tighnari and Ori have invited him to join them this time, when they need that sweet reminder of life and love, but is it just because of the intensity of the moments they've shared? Or...something more?

He cannot say - he doesn't want to say. Once Ori's lips capture his own and Tighnari kisses at his neck, it's so very easy to let those worries go, to simply...do what he does best. Follow his heart, and lean into this unexpected and wonderful thing they have found together wholeheartedly.

A quiet, plaintive sound moves in his throat, his lips parting against Ori's, the backs of his fingertips gliding again across her cheek, before dragging slowly down, over her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, indulging in the simple pleasure of touching her, of appreciating the warm liveliness of her skin. He had the whole night sleeping at her side as a reminder that she is alive, but it somehow still isn't enough - he craves more.

His other hand, which found its way into Tighnari's hair when he had pressed his mouth to Aki's pulse, lowers now too, smoothing between his shoulder blades and along his bare spine, counting his vertebrae, until Aki can sink his fingers into the thick plush of Tighnari's tail, working his touch in slow and steady. Already, his heart feels fit to burst. ]

[ Ori has been here long enough to have seen teammates and friends draw ever closer to one another, their bonds deepening in a way that Ori had all but completely written off, for herself. She's always been happy for them. Always fighting for Sphinx to be able to protect their loved ones, perhaps at the cost of her own desires. Belittling her own friendships (?) with Henry and Alec so that Arthur could protect Sprezzatura. Time and time again, she would smile whenever she saw Ingo and Da Vinci hold each other close, prepare tea for Arthur whenever he would return in the morning from a night spent in Basilisk's dormitory, and listen when Sprezzatura would speak of the viera in turn. She had been so sure, at a certain point, that such bonds were simply out of the question, out of reach for her.

And then mistletoe came, forcing her to reckon with a feeling that sits in a void within her heart, one that has seen friends and lovers come and go, a feeling that has sat for a long time, since even before arriving to this prison:

She's lonely.

She doesn't want to be alone anymore.

Not when she's finally found people who have captured her heart so wholly and utterly, who have each reminded her of what it's like to love, fiercely and deeply, to have smiles and tender moments that she would do anything to protect. Calm afternoons spend talking about plants. Quiet laughs exchanged on a snowy morning. She wants, so much, to be able to have more of these moments with them. And she will do everything she can to make sure they will.

And right now, that comes in the form of conveying just how much she cares for them both. Aki's lips part sweetly under hers, and she deepens the kiss in kind, angling her head as his hand draws lower, gliding over her lilac skin. Then the pads of Tighnari's fingertips find the base of her tail, pressing, causing her to hum sweetly against Aki's lips. It's then that her eyes flutter open, hooded as she rakes in the sight of Tighnari's lips on Aki's neck, and lower to Aki's fingers in Tighnari's tail. She can't help but hum, again, signaling her approval into the heat building in her and Aki's kiss as she reaches with one hand to caress Tighnari's soft ears, and with the other coming to rest against Aki's hand on her shoulder as she guides him slowly, questing, to the swell of her breast. ]

[ he is surrounded by them, by their scents and their sounds, which have become familiar to his sensitive ears and nose. ori's scent, soft like flowers and rich like earth, mixes with aki's steel smoke smell, and both tumble with his own scent, the aroma of lotus and musky warm fur. it's heady and intoxicating, and tighnari finds himself instantly addicted to the sweet, perfect, and perfectly distinct mingle of their bodies together.

and the sounds are almost better, tighnari's ears swiveling to catch every soft, wet noise as aki and ori kiss, as tighnari's mouth moves against the delicate skin of his throat. he hears the quiet, silken whisper of skin against skin as they move and shift, ori guiding aki's hand, tighnari pressing tighter to aki's side. the hushed rush of their breathing caps it all, slow at first, but coming more and more quickly as the heat between them slowly begins to build.

but the best thing, oh, the best thing is their touch dragging over his body. aki's warm, splayed hand moves down the sensitive plane of his back, earning a light shiver, and when those fingers sink into warm fur he gasps against aki's throat, mouth open, sharp teeth raking gently over his pulse. then comes ori's light, careful touch, smoothing over his delicate long ears, and tighnari arches, his mouth dragging along aki's jawline right to the shell of his ear, where he exhales a whine, one ear twitching against ori's fingers. heat is surging southward, gathering in his groin, grabbing tightly at his insides and squeezing. one leg hooks over ori's thigh, his hips rocking forward, grinding against her, while his free hand smooths down aki's chest and abdomen. ]

You feel good.

[ he whispers against aki's ear, his fingers still teasing at ori's lower back, tracing the ridge of her tail before his padded fingertips slide up the length of her spine, counting every knob. a thousand ideas are running through his mind, ways to please them, to make them writhe and beg, he hardly knows where to begin. to start, he draws away from aki to prop himself on one elbow, pressing his mouth instead to ori's skin, over a rosy patch and down to her breast. all the while he continues to touch aki's skin, tracing scars as his fingers seek lower, teasing at his waistband. ]

[ Though he had felt it a bit too presumptuous to take things further on his own, Ori and Tighnari both take initiative to urge him onward, just when he needs it. Aki isn't one to be timid, and in bed, he knows what he wants - but he is still testing the waters here. Evident as his attraction to both of them has been, he hadn't expected anything to come of it, even if in this moment, it feels inexhaustibly right and natural. Now that he has them both, warm and willing, kissing and touching him, he wants to do his utmost to please them - his line of thinking is not unlike their own; overwhelmed that he has them both, like Ori, and exhilarated by the possibilities of how to please them, like Tighnari.

They're as good and giving as ever. Ori guides his hand and he follows willingly, eagerly, filling his palm with the warmth and the weight of her, pressing full against the cup of her bra, breath gusting against her tongue, fingers tightening in Tighnari's tail - and then Tighnari is touching him, too, his fingers leave lapping waves of heat in their wake, begging for more as he drags south, anticipation plunging like a lance in his gut, white-hot.

Emboldened, he presses forward, seeking and following their wonderful examples. Tugging Ori's bottom lip between his teeth, he palms past the fabric of her bra, urging it aside to fill his hand with her properly, his dexterous fingers flexing as his gaze flickers to the arch of Tighnari's mouth against her other breast. It's beautiful, arresting.

Tipping his jaw forward, he licks a stripe to the inside of one of Tighnari's ear, as the hand at his tail withdraws, moving over his back, then his ribs, then his navel, and then comes to rest against Tighnari's own hand at his waistband. ]

Please. [ He murmurs, a kiss to Tighnari's temple, and then to Ori's jaw, open-mouthed and warm. ] I'm yours.

[ And whatever they want of him, whatever he has to give, is theirs to take. ]

Edited 2023-02-07 04:40 (UTC)

[ Ori, in turn, groans against Aki's mouth when she feels Tighnari grind against her thigh, feeling that selfsame heat blooming between her own legs all the more when she hears the way he whispers into Aki's ear, and the way Aki's hand cups her breast. Spirits, they're both so beautiful like this, and she likewise is at once both overwhelmed with the possibilities and eager to go through it all.

When Aki draws his hand away from Tighnari's tail, Ori is quick to take his place, trailing her hand down from his ear, through his hair, down his shoulders and sides before coming around to press and tease at the base of his tail and pressing him further into her thigh, seeking to feel his warmth and wetness against her skin. Her other hand comes around to her own back, unfastening her bra to let them both do with her as they please without the fabric in the way too much, already parting her lips to moan at the feeling of Aki's palm against her, his hands grasping at her, and of Tighnari's mouth, hot and wet on her other breast.

And then come Aki's words... So soft and vulnerable and surrendering in a way she's never seen from him before, yet she always knew was there. Always knew that he cares, so much, in spite of how his profession bids him to be. How he must have wept when she and Tighnari both...

Ah, but this isn't the time to dwell on that. They're here to revel in each other's bodies, their warmth and to feel how alive they are. She smiles down at Aki. ]

Me, too. I want you both...

[ And in so saying, she leans over to kiss Tighnari once more to let him taste Aki's mouth on her lips, and following both of their cues, she hooks her fingers into Aki's waistband and begins to slowly pull his boxers down in tandem with Tighnari's wishes. ]

[ it's growing warm, so warm, and tighnari feels as if he's drowning in them both, but oh, what a pleasing way to suffocate. ori strips her bra away, offering her soft, supple breasts, and immediately tighnari's mouth is moving over her nipple, tongue swirling, teasing it to pertness with lips and gentle teeth - at least, until she's urging his chin upward, and kissing his mouth.

he hardly knows which is better - to have his lips on her skin or on her mouth. she tastes as sweet and familiar as ever, her lips soft and yielding, and tighnari hums against her, licking into her mouth, tilting his head to better slot them together. aki's hand withdrawing from his tail leaves him feeling bereft, but ori soon refills the space he left behind, and tighnari thanks her with a soft, pleased sound, his tail thumping against the blankets, bristling with pleasure. between ori's hands in his fur, and aki's tongue curling against the sensitive inside of his ear, tighnari feels nearly overtaken, the crashing waves of their love leaving him tumbling in the surf.

sinking his teeth into ori's lower lip, he tugs it gently, once, then again a little more firmly, his fingertips at her back sinking harder against her skin. ]

You have us.

[ he murmurs against her mouth, while the hand at aki's abdomen at last quests lower, ori's own tugging fingers making the way easier. tighnari's hand slips into the heat of aki's underclothes, seeking boldly, fearlessly, his fingertips dragging along the length of aki's cock, then his palm, smooth and warm, before at last his fingers are curling, grasping the length of him, pulling in a deep stroke from root to tip. the heat and weight of him against tighnari's hand is enough to send sweet jolts of pleasure to his groin, and he rocks his hips against ori's thigh a little harder, already warm and damp beneath his clothes. ]

[ Aki is only too ready for that touch when it comes, Tighnari and Ori both preparing him for it, his breath gusting quickly against Tighnari's now-wet ear as they tug back the waistband of his boxer briefs, his grasp on Ori's breast squeezing as Tighnari's slender fingers slip inside and trace the shape of him. Aki's eyes flutter closed, beholden to Tighnari's touch, his entire world focusing, for that moment, to their hands at his waist. When was the last time he was touched like this? When was the last time he felt so wanted?

He doesn't have the wherewithal to conjure an answer, not when Tighnari strokes him, and rough groan escapes Aki's lungs, his chin dipping down as his hips instinctively roll with the draw of Tignari's fingers. ]

Mmm...

[ He hums, the aches and pains that had plagued him within and without all but a distant memory now, with how warm and sweet and perfect this is. This wonderful, uncomplicated pleasure has untethered his doubts and fears, prioritizing his needs, and what feels good, what feels right. With a rattling exhale, he dips to kiss the both of them, joining their open-mouthed kiss with his own, drunken and eager, before he dips further, dragging kisses along Ori's collarbone and down to her breast where he holds her, poised and ready to suck her pretty, rosy, nipple.

The hand at Tighnari's wrist is left to do as it pleases with his cock, gliding along his arm until it drops off to seek between Tighnari's thighs against Ori's thigh, thumb teasing over the soft curls just beneath the waistband of his underwear, before slipping lower over the fabric, a ghost of a touch against the bud of his warm clit. Even through his underwear, he can feel how wet he is. It ignites something primal within him, hungry and needy, and a sound near a growl rumbles against the soft, wet skin of Ori's breast. ]

Edited (ICONNNN) 2023-02-09 06:01 (UTC)

[ Oh, the both of them look so good like this, sound so good, feel so good. Tighnari keeps working at the base of her tail, mirroring the way her own fingers are embedded into the fur of his, and both of them savor her so sweetly. She would have been all too happy to simply watch and let each of them touch and feel each other, but just as with all things, they catch her, pull her into that crashing tide alongside them, never wanting to leave her behind...

Her hand in Tighnari's tail tugs, just the slightest, before she drags it over his ass and squeezes it. From there, it dips further down beyond his waistband until the tips of her fingers find the slick heat waiting for her and Aki, stroking along the impossibly hot folds of his cunt before spreading his bottom lips open, as if she's guiding the way for their new lover. The feeling is intoxicating, enough that her head angles down, nose pressing into the top of Aki's head as he mouths at her breast, as if to urge and encourage him on.

She can feel that heat pooling and building in her, too, but rather than interrupt either of them, instead her tail sways from side to side before it curls in between her legs, rubbing at her core in perfect unison with each of their collective movements. Her other hand, meanwhile, finally joins Tighnari's to wrap around Aki's cock, the expelling a warm, quivering breath into his hair at the feel of him. ]

Lovely... The both of you. Gods...

[ the tug to his tail earns a soft, quiet keen against ori's mouth, and tighnari's breath gusts hard, shuddering, his fingertips sinking into her skin, claws pricking, dragging red welts against the base of ori's tail. it's just a little tug, but it sparks a heat in him that floods his entire body, goosebumps rippling down his arms and back. their kiss breaks, and tighnari gulps in air, dragging his mouth along her jaw, catching his breath.

there are hands everywhere, myriad sensations all around him, pressing tight to his body like a swaddling blanket, and tighnari hardly thinks he can keep up - yet it comes as naturally as breathing. his left hand continues its work at ori's back, while his right squeezes tight around aki's cock, quickly learning the shape of him, the weight and heat. he's big, thick, hot, silk-skinned, and it isn't long before tighnari is finding an easy rhythm, his thumb swiping aki's tip to gather the precome there, using it to ease his strokes until ori's hand soon moves over his own, and they're working in tandem.

his grasp stills, however, at least for a brief moment, when their hands seek down into the heat of his underclothes, where they'll find him already sinfully slick and eager for them. the light, teasing drag of aki's fingertip against his clit is like an electric jolt, and tighnari's thighs jump, tensing, a low, purring groan rolling in his throat. his hips shift against the blankets, twitching toward the touch, and ori's fingers spread him open easily. collapsing back against the sheets, tighnari opens his thighs wider to better accommodate their greedy hands, his body arching, rolling, his frustration evident in the strangled noise caught in his chest. he wants them to touch him properly.

but tighnari won't be selfish. there are more than enough hands here, and ori has yet to be seen to. loathe as he is to take his hand from her tail, he draws away nonetheless, so he can instead slip his fingers between her thighs, guiding his touch over the fabric of her panties, where the spade tip of her tail rubs. but tighnari has touched her before, he is bold and confident, and it isn't long before his fingers plunge beneath her waistband, seeking the wet heat beneath. ]

[ Things are moving fast, though perhaps for Aki, not fast enough. He craves more, needs more, as unlike the other two, it's been...some time since he's been touched like this. Since he's been with anyone like this, and even longer since it's been with such intensity. He could swear it's never felt so good before, but then again, he's also never taken two partners at once before. Yet they've fallen into it easily, readily, and Aki's mind is too full of warm, cottony static to think of anything or anyone else but the two people with him.

A groan shudders out of him as Ori's hand joins Tighnari's, his own precome making the way easier for them both. Already he is hot and full beneath their touch, and it's difficult not to let the feeling of their touch absorb him completely. It would only be so easy to lie back and let their warm, needy fingers carry him into bliss, but that's not the kind of lover he is. Gathering his scattered senses from their seeking hands and mouths, he follows Ori's guidance and dips his hands down the front of Tighnari's underclothes in earnest, his index finger gliding over his clit, before dipping further between his lips where Ori has cleared the way for him.

Pulling Ori's nipple between his teeth for a gentle nip, his finger sinks inside the heat of Tighnari's body, reaching deep inside and curling just so against his sensitive walls. ]

Fuck, you feel so good...

[ Both of them, against his fingers and tongue both. His mouth arches its way up to Ori's collarbone, leaving her breast wet and cooling and pricked with teethmarks, while his hand falls away to join Tighnari's between her thighs. He aches to touch her, too, for each of them to have an attentive pair of hands in their most sensitive spots. ]

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