mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[ she's distracted by Nero's rough handling of her—every touch and squeeze and pinch elicits a sensitive, pleased groan, and her hand in his hair curls tighter—but not enough to miss Jason stopping to pay a little more attention, because she definitely wouldn't miss that.

and yeah why are you still wearing pants, jason, major oversight there. ]

Maybe—we should, ah—

...lose the rest of the clothes?

[A little hint of teeth, a little growl in his voice, Nero's eyes lock onto Jason's with possessive want.]

C'mere... I want some've what's mine.

[He half-climbs over Shrike, until he can reach over and kiss Jason properly - taking his chin in his hand to tilt his head up, greedy for his attention.]

[he would respond but Nero's here now.

when their lips lock, Jason leans into the kiss, aggressive. his teeth press against his lower lip. but his hands are still free.

And while maybe they should get rid of all clothing, he can still semi-focus and slide his fingers inside of her, curling and rubbing immediately and frenetically.]

[ on one hand there's a little twinge of jealousy—but on the other hand there is really something to watching two people you're attracted to and like in varying degrees getting hot and heavy, like she's being let in on something special and private. And also hot.

—and then of course thought goes out the window at all, with Jason's fingers inside her, merciless, and her head snaps back into the blankets. ]

Fuck, Jason—

[The dueling emotions of jealously wanting Jason's full attention, and wanting to compete with him only flares up again when she calls out his name. Nero's hand trails to the back of Jason's head, holding him in place as he kisses back fiercely - biting lips and tangled tongues.

He grips Shrike's thigh tightly with his other hand, digging his fingers in and raking them down the soft underside of her leg. As though marking his territory before a rival.]

[he would've said something cheeky at shrike when she called his name, but there wasn't any pulling back from the kiss.

so jason grabs Nero's shirt, pulling him closer. when nero bites back, he presses his tongue along side his, mercilessly not even allowing a moment to breathe, if it's going to be a competition. one of them is going to pull away breathless.

his fingers are a little erratic, as his attention is pulled in two different directions-- and for a moment it looks like nero's winning?]

[ is this all just going to escalate because of competitive/jealous feelings, but, I guess, there's worse ways for that to go

She makes a faintly disgruntled noise, but even so, Nero's touch, the slightly territorial grip of his hand sparks something inside her, and she turns her leg a little bit into his hand—she longs for more of that touch.

Though, if it's time to pay attention to Nero, now—the way he's climbed over her makes it a little easier to curl toward him—to put her mouth on him, slicking over the head of his cock. ]

[Hey actually that's cheating?? How could this have happened to him. How the turn tables

Guess Nero is losing this kissing war with Jason, because the moment her lips take his cock, he buckles with a throaty gasp against him, melting in a heady fever of need. The clothes still on his back suddenly feel constricting, suffocating as they stick to the sweat on his skin.]

Shrike--

[he's not getting away that easily. Jason immediately recaptures his lips, but now his hand is keeping him close. He pulls his other hand away from Shrike, though, and uses it to force his jacket off.

and once that's done?

he just rips the shirt off with both hands. that's a problem for future jason and future nero to think about.]

Pay attention.

[he murmurs against Nero's lips, and then dips his head to bite his neck-- rough and hard. you wanted his attention, Nero, now you have it]

[ Now that she's less pinned down, she can shift herself for a better angle—this time she's the one to settle between Nero's legs, taking him fully into her mouth, hands pressing down on his thighs.

Not that she doesn't kind of ache, now, a hot, needy feeling she can't get rid of, but it actually just spurs her on, somehow—she can be patient. ]

[Sorry but tearing off his clothes is unbelievably hot, holy shit. He's briefly stunned into pure arousal, but when Jason sinks his teeth into his skin and Shrike envelops him in her mouth, that's it-- he practically collapses with a gasping moan against Jason, clawing at his back to find purchase. Meanwhile his lower half melts against the bed, knees weak, opening up his legs for Shrike.]

A-ah... please...

[— oh. His fingers digging at his back feels— nice. Very nice. And there’s a brief gasp against Nero’s skin before he covers it by running his tongue along the wound. Focused on everything he can think of to tease Nero.

His lips trail along his skin, to his earlobe where he bites the edge before murmuring so only Nero can hear,]

Love you.

[ she doesn't hear that at all, yes, and in fact she's far too busy, digging her fingers into Nero's thighs and dragging them across the skin, alternating running her tongue along the length of him and circling the head delicately with taking him into her mouth, swallowing him up.

...though somewhere in their her feint peels off of her, and just—goes to fiddle with the fastenings of Jason's pants to the extent that it can. Helping. ]

[God those words against his ears gets another breathy whimper out of Nero as he buries his face against Jason's chest. How was he supposed to contain all this love he had-- for both of them? It felt like he was burning up, his head overwhelmed with potent sensation.

Every wet movement of Shrike's mouth makes him gasp for breath, and he fumbles to find his hold. With the Feint loosening Jason's pants for him, he sloppily reaches down, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it in return.]

Y'two... hah, how'd I ever...?

[helping. jason's head lilts forward when nero grabs him, the touch almost electric after how uncomfortable his pants had gotten in the meantime. something something, he'd gotten a little distracted with all the things vying for his attention.

but if nero was going to collapse against him... he wasn't really going to give him a chance to rest, and a hand reaches to curl in his hair, pulling his face up just so jason can kiss him again, this time immediately thrusting his tongue inside of it, tangling them]

[ Only when she has to break for air does she switch to using her hand to stroke Nero for a bit, instead trailing feather-light kisses over his midsection, mumbling against his skin— ]

Seems right, to—show you love in return, after all—

[He can't reply, with so much of Jason taking up his mouth - only whining in soft pleas with every butterfly kiss against his skin. So light, but even a tickle on his too-sensitive underbelly sent sharp euphoria up his spine.

Meanwhile, the heat of Jason's tongue in his mouth floods his senses. He welcomes it in, hungry for as much of Jason as he could have inside him. The strokes of his cock grow more pleading, more urgent. ]

[he groans into Nero's mouth, his breath coming hot and fast. this was-- weirdly, terrifyingly sexy and it was taking everything to not focus on the... well. everything.

even though his pants are halfway off, they feel too constricting.

with one more brush of his tongue across Nero's, and then across his lips, Jason pulls back slightly, and asks,]

What do you want?

[it's more a question to the group, but honestly... he doesn't know what to do next, just what the temptation is. what he'd do if it were just him and shrike, or him and nero.]

[ honestly what DOES she want. That’s the hardest question, although the artificial bravery makes it easier.

She pauses, just trailing her fingers lightly over Nero’s skin, voice soft. ]

I do... wonder, sometimes, what it’s like when you two are together—

But, ye gods, I’m also just—just dying to have one of you inside me.

[How is he supposed to make clear headed decisions like this. Between his two beautiful, muscular, naked lovers and craving both of their hands on him, their lips and their sex. The more he thought about it, the more that longing was getting physically painful.

He looks between them both with half-lidded eyes, before his gaze falls down onto the bedsheets, hot and embarrassed. Greedy. He could be greedy, right?]

I-I want you both. I always have...

[jason kisses him again, and peels away to grab some lube, at the very least. but as he does, he jokes,]

At the same time? We're coordinated, but are we that coordinated?

[ she clambers away to the side, pulling Nero with her a little bit. ]

I don’t know, but this seems like a room full of people who like a challenge...

[Well Nero, for his part, has totally thrown the concept of logistics out the window. He just knows he wants what's in front of him, and when Shrike pulls him with her, he follows, climbing over on his knees to kiss those lips in gratitude.]

'Just love you both... so much.

[he looks away for one second-- but it lets him kick his pants off, finally joining them in the "no clothes" zone. but now, he has lube in hand, and he turns back to lean in close to Nero, lube spread on his fingers.

he slips a finger inside of him, and rests his chin on his shoulder, kissing the line of his neck.]

Okay.

Love you. Forever and ever.

[ it's a quiet murmur against Nero's mouth as she combs her hands back through his hair, shifting to hook her legs over his shoulders. ]

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