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[this is where he wants to tease him but honestly, it feels-- weird, and so he focuses on Nero, and then-- glances over his shoulder at Shrike.

but, his skin is flushed, and he focuses back on Nero fondly soon after.]

You-- gonna set the pace?

[and then another light bite to his neck, as his hand slides around him to tweak a nipple playfully. even if they're past foreplay.]

[ she's still slightly dazed and seeing stars from Nero biting down on her neck like that, but she glances up, first at Jason, quirking a little smile at him, then looking to Nero. ]

Go for it, love.

[Jason's wandering pinch shoots a spike of sharp sensitivity through him - he snaps his head back in a pitched gasp, almost indignant. But that was all the motivation he needed to spur him to grind into Shrike.

Sandwiched the way he was, it didn't feel like much room to maneuver at first. But as he began to rock against her, he felt-- sucked into the tightness of their embrace.]

[movement is good. as nero finds his pace, it makes it easier for Jason to-- first ignore the sensation of nero moving against him.

then fail at that for a moment, with a slight unsteady moan against his skin.

but he can't not move forever. and he times his movements to add an-- extra umph to nero's movements]

[ the angle, the timing of their movements together, the fact that she can see both of them over her really does kind of make it feel like they're both fucking her, and it's. it's very hot.

she cries out, a long, shuddering sigh, and tugs down hard on Nero's hair, pressing a fierce, toothy kiss against his mouth. there's not much finesse in it, just raw desire. ]

[It's unlike anything he's ever had, the layered rhythm of two other bodies in time with his - he can feel Jason's firm pumps into his ass, matching in him time as he thrusts deep into Shrike's welcoming body. All of them feverish, aching, heaving in concert.

The hard tug on his scalp and rough kiss only entangles him further into her mass - he moans against her lips, before crying out to Jason in a hoarse gasp,]

H-harder... fuck me harder--

How... can I resist such-- a nice request...?

[he mutters heavily against him, and shifting the weight of his next thrust to be-- harder. his fingers dig into Nero's hips, and his head drops to his spine, wet, heavy, warm breaths crossing his skin.

sorry shrike, for the added pressure]

Aaah—!

[ why would you ever be sorry. god.

she breaks the kiss in a moan, clinging to Nero's shoulders like she's holding on for dear life. ]

Fuck, that's—you're both—

[Nero cries with pain and pleasure alike, slammed between the two bodies mercilessly. His mind was lost to the throes of passion, friction, flesh. He has to brace his arms hard against the mattress to keep from just falling apart.]

Oh god-- more, f-fuck, I'm--! I--

[sweat trickles off of his back and shoulders as the heat an intensity kick up. He groans-- then that cuts into a choked off moan.

it's a good thing Nero's bracing because he doesn't have the self control to not crush them if he wanted to. but he doesn't relent. his nails scratch against Nero's skin as he seeks purchase from his body, pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach.]

[ beneath them, she has the least room to maneuver, entirely at the mercy of the relentless pace. she hooks her hands around the back of Nero's neck, digging into the skin with her nails, one hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.

she can feel herself tightening around him every time they push against her, the tension inside her coiled like a spring; release feels like it's so, so close. ]

[His body's not his own anymore, and each fistful of flesh they claw out of him pushes the pleasure to new heights, further out of his mind. He has to fight to keep from falling, white-knuckled clenching the sheets, but as he nears the climax, the force of Jason's thrusts start to wear him thin until--

It's all he can take. With one more primal cry, he empties into Shrike - going rigid, before his arms finally buckle and his collapses against her, heaving for breath, gone.]

[Jason catches himself before he tumbles on top of Shrike and Nero, shifting down to his knees. he thrusts a few more times, before he comes. and then he slides out of Nero, and to the side, so it's not all of them on top of Shrike.

he catches his breath, slowly, flopping to the side of them for the moment]

[ it's easy enough to just let herself go when she feels Nero come inside her, arching back into the sheets, entirely lost to hazy bliss, wrapping her arms around Nero's shoulders tightly.

after a few long moments, though, she relaxes—boneless, exhausted, sated. ]

...mnnn.

[Nero's little more than putty right now - he might only have had the sense to pull out of Shrike because Jason pulls out of him first, and his crotch just sorta pulled with the movement. His lower half slides with him, limply to the side, nestled between the two bodies - sticky trails at each side of him.

Still breathless, his eyes flutter weakly - struggling to keep from passing the fuck out.]

[jason glances at shrike, and then at Nero, considering for a moment what he should do, realizing that the moments after were usually... private.

he sneaks a kiss onto Nero's jawline, fighting the urge to not be there for the afterglow.]

[ she turns her head, brushing a clumsy kiss in turn against Nero's forehead, and drapes an arm over him—stretching out just far enough that she can brush Jason's arm with her fingertips. ]

[Drawn by Jason's kiss, he turns his head toward him, seeking - instinctively curling an arm around him to keep him from leaving, as he rests his hand on the other arm draped over him. Then Shrike's kiss has his gaze wandering back, just... pulled in both directions.

Utterly drained, all he mumbles is,]

Stay...

[he sighs as he turns away from him to look at Shrike, a soft frown creasing his face as he tries not to overthink it-- or get jealous.

he's also slowly coming down from the effects of the snacks. and realizing what just happened with a different light. and then he looks at Shrike's hand, considering for a moment before he sighs, softly.]

Okay.

[he readjusts to get comfortable, brushing her hand with his for a moment before dropping it]

[ the unease is starting to creep back in a little, like—where did all that come from, even if it worked out, but...

well. for now, they're all—fine. it can be fine for a little while. she exhales, lightly, looking at both of them, and then settles in herself.

...kind of nice, really. ]

[That unease, however, never reaches Nero.

Because after a few quiet, relaxed moments between the two of them

he's

dead asleep.]

[jason pauses-- and then glances back at his desk-- extending a hand, and polarizing his book to it.

he'll settle in too, rather than think too deeply about anything. it's time for a book.]

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