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[philancer]

As long as one of us is getting fucked, I don’t really care who…

[ It’s uttered around a groan as his hips try to press up into that warm grip. Claude’s breath on the curve of his ear drags a shiver down his spine and he moans again as his fingers grip around the bindings that hold him in place. Body taut and trying to press up against Claude, as much as he can reach in this position. ]

Just stop teasing already.

[godshattering]

"I'm taking it as a personal offense that your shirt isn't already off considering this is your place." To Sylvain, since of course he's seconding Jesper's motion that the shirt in question should immediately be gone. As of thirty seconds ago, preferably, but if none of them can rewind time to make that happen, well. Now will also do.

Claude means to pause a little more openly than he currently is for entertainment's sake - and because he's also entirely on board with Jesper's plan to stare - but movement from the corner of his eye draws his attention right before he's pulled forward. There's just enough time to tilt his chin up to meet that kiss with a pleased noise let out into it. He might've made Jesper (and Sylvain, for even longer) work harder for it once (or frequently) but a few years have done much to quiet that urge as he reaches up to drag a couple of fingertips along the other man's jaw. Not quite a tease and also not quite a promise as the fingers of his other hand wind into Jesper's shirt for good measure.

But no farther, since they know how he feels about suspense. Even as Claude breaks the kiss he moves his hand to cup Jesper's jaw to keep him right there while shooting a sidelong smirk in Sylvain's direction. "Though we could just make Sylvain stare at us for a while instead if that happens to be anywhere in your engraved plans for the night."

[philancer]

Sylvain gives a long-suffering groan as he flops back onto Jesper's bed with a dramatic flourish. Although his eyes are definitely locked on his pair of lovers across the room, a smirk playing about the corner of his lips. "The god of love and the god of fucking teases. You're going to be the death of me, both of you. Not that I'm complaining about the show. But I am gonna feel left out of you two stay all the way over there all night."

Although then his smirk starts growing as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with little care for the time being. His hands fall to start unfastening his pants, as well, letting his fingers trail over the length already showing interest beneath his clothes. "Or maybe I'll just take matters into my own hands."

He knows how to tease, too, after all.

[godshattering]

[ They're reaching a point where Claude's rapidly trying his own patience in tandem with Sylvain's. That last test against the restraints has him casting a gaze for where the bottle of oil's rolled away to since he'd forgotten to set it aside safely. In the meantime, though, that bit of pleading earns Sylvain a faster pace of the hand moving along his cock in far less of a tease. For now. ]

Why would I do that when it sounds like you're enjoying yourself?

[ He doesn't believe for a second that innocent tone will at all be believed. But it does buy him a few seconds to finally spot the oil while letting his hand continue to work over the other's length as he leans over to grab it. ]

[itookashot]

Jesper bites Claude's bottom lip playfully, probably planning on indulging in giving Sylvain a show, until Sylvain's the one that gives them a show. He pulls off his own shirt and drags the same off Claude, believing none of them need shirts or anything else at the moment. He kisses Claude one more time before being siren-called away by Sylvain's tempting hands on himself. Jesper goes right to the bed to crawl onto it and help tug Sylvain's pants off his body. He can keep touching himself, he's just eager to have all that perfect skin on display.

Being with the god of love brings an extra spice to any bedroom because he radiates desire and need. It inflames people naturally, making arousal so easy, vibrating in the room around them. It's still all theirs but it ups the pleasure it brings.

Jesper kisses Sylvain's calves, his knees, his muscular thighs, and he reaches out to place his hand on top of Sylvain's on his length, holding his grip there. "Feed yourself to me, sweetheart." He sees no reason to take his time when they've all consented and maybe Claude will enjoy watching to start this out. Jesper opens his mouth to take just the tip inside, staying there so Sylvain can thrust up and take what he wants.

[godshattering]

They certainly all have something to smirk about between the shirt removal(s), the kiss, and Sylvain's teasing being successful on them both when that recline lures them both in as he watches Jesper between Sylvain's legs after. Standing where he is offers an alluring view, certainly, but despite being willing to leave Sylvain to watching without much else Claude's certainly not going to apply that logic to himself. Though - there's one person left who he could as he approaches the bed where Sylvain's drawn them both in.

"Hands off yourself for this," is what's said into Jesper's ear in a low voice but one still loud enough for both men to hear as Claude leans over the man in question's shoulder and then flicks his gaze up to catch Sylvain's momentarily if he can, "and I'll take care of you after." Whether there's an if in there for what might result and whether Jesper opts for that challenge is remains to be seen, much as the second part is certainly meant, but with it offered he stands back up.

Not to move any farther away with the view beckoning; instead Claude seats himself behind Sylvain and lifts his shoulders to rest the other man's back against his chest so they can share that beautiful view. All the better, too, for also murmuring into Sylvain's ear. "You heard him. Don't hold back."

[philancer]

[ It’s not believed. At all. He knows you too well by now. ]

Will you please figure out who is fucking who and give me more than your hand already?

[ There’s a playful snarl of impatience in his voice even as he rocks up into that touch. Chasing the friction even as he demands more. He can feel Claude moving above him, but without his sight or the use of his hands, he has no idea what he’s doing - other than driving Sylvain mad. ]

[philancer]

He doesn’t resist at all when Jesper tugs his pants away, leaving him naked and reclined atop the bed. His eyes are dark and hungry as he watches his lover kiss his way up his thigh, more than happy to reach out and tangle fingers in Jesper’s curls when his lips brush against the tip of his cock.

And then Claude is there behind him, pressing in against his back and he lets himself recline back against his lithe strength, more than happy to be caught between them. Especially with those words murmured sensually against his ear.

His fingers tighten in Jesper’s hair as he tugs him a little closer, guiding him right to where he wants him. “Oh, with pleasure. Open for me, love.”

Letting Claude prop him up - and maybe he’ll squirm back a little more firmly against him, just because he can - he lets his hips rock up, pushing deeper into Jesper’s mouth. Groaning low and pleased at the wet heat, the slide of a tongue along his length as he fills him.

[itookashot]

Jesper has one hand on Sylvain to aim him toward his mouth, but he playfully lifts his other hand and wiggles fingers at Claude to show that he's not touching himself. He plays by the rules, more than happy to wait if it means Claude's attention later. He prefers putting all his effort into the man he's pleasing anyway. He glances up so he can see the two of them together, Claude's beautiful face leaning low toward Sylvain to whisper to him, Sylvain naked between the two of them.

He moans around Sylvain when he thrusts into him, wanting nothing more than to feel that heavy length on his tongue and probing into his throat. Jesper has no gag reflex so the deeper the better, he enjoys the pressure and intensity of being full. His free hand moves underneath to cup his balls and caress them sensually, bobbing slowly on top of Sylvain along with his thrusts, thirsty for it.

His hand moves from around Sylvain because he's inside his mouth now and he doesn't have to worry about him popping out, not with how hungrily he's sucking him down, and reaches out to find Claude's hand. This is to pull it down and encourage him to be the one stroking Sylvain as he takes his pleasure, the two of them teaming up on him for this first round of the night.

[godshattering]

That neither of them need any encouragement for the sight unfolding before him as Jesper takes Sylvain in and the rolls of the man in question's hips makes this all the more enjoyable. It'd be enough to watch alone, he thinks as he allows himself a brief rock of his own hips into Sylvain in what's hardly enough. But he can wait, and with waiting comes plans. He'd been idling a bit of time away by running his hands down Sylvain's chest with no real destination or tactic in mind - and building his own impatience in regards to touching the other god more - so by the time Jesper reaches for his hand, it's to complete a thought that'd started to form in his own mind.

Which is to say: though he wraps his fingers around Sylvain's length to heed that silent instruction, the pace Claude sets is an unhurried one in a bit of a mismatch. Rather than give Sylvain a chance to complain (or too many) he leans down again to speak into his ear.

"I bet you've thought of this for some time, haven't you?" A particularly slow stroke is paired with that to make sure he has Sylvain's attention - as if it could be anywhere else except for on the bed. As for whether he's addressing Sylvain, or Jesper, or them both? Claude doesn't bother to make those words more specific when they do equally apply, and since Jesper's mouth is rather occupied at the moment Claude's careful to keep his gaze on him to make sure there's no lines crossed too far even for what they've all learned about each other individually and in pairs, and now together. "And I bet you have ideas for where exactly this could go next."

Ideas he might be rather blatantly fishing for here for when it comes to the attention he's promised Jesper next, or perhaps what else will follow after.

[godshattering]

I figured it out already. Pay attention, Gautier.

[ A scolding only equally playful in nature as he withdraws his hand considering Sylvain has good reason to be distracted, this time not to tease (for a change) but to busy himself with the oil. The first to go are the pants he'd neglected to rid himself of earlier long before they reached the point of being uncomfortable and there's no hiding the small sigh of relief that comes with that.

No time to enjoy it when there's other things to enjoy that it'll lead to, and Claude tips out some of the oil into both hands. The first goes towards fingers wrapped once more around Sylvain's cock as he holds them there momentarily, and the remaining to his other hand as he slides a couple fingers into himself. And since Sylvain can't see, tempting as it was to unblindfold him to make him watch, a noise of pleasure leaves him which just might clue him in as Claude moves his other hand along the other man's length in time. ]

You're lucky your hands have spoiled me for this or you might be looking at an even longer delay yet.

[philancer]

The feeling of that moan vibrating along his length has Sylvain's body arching in pleasure, head falling back against Claude's shoulder as he gives a low cry. Jesper had always been incredibly skilled at this, and his centuries of memorizing every inch of Sylvain's body had only made him better at it. His throat is tight as it works around him, the lack of gag reflex meaning the god can take him deeper than most and he does his best not to choke him too roughly with his cock, fingers fisting in the sheets to either side of him now.

And then Claude's fingers are wrapping around the base of his cock, joining in the torment, even as he feels the press of the his cock against his ass. Proof of his desire - something that still makes Sylvain breathless every time, even now that they've come back together again for so many years. It's not something he will ever take for granted.

He rocks again, caught now between the press of that cock and the wet heat of Jesper's mouth, the stroke of Claude's hand. It's dizzying as they assault his senses with building waves of pleasure and his lips part in a ragged pant for air as Claude's lips tease against the curve of his ear. Murmurs those words in that tone of voice that would make him instantly hard anyway, even if he weren't already there.

And Claude has no idea how true those words are. Centuries now. And he has no lack of ideas.

"Fuck. It should definitely go everywhere possible. I'm feeling greedy."

[philancer]

[ Fuck, that moan tells him everything he needs to know about what Claude has decided and he curses the blindfold keeping the sight of it from him. He tugs impatiently again on the bindings with a frustrated sound. ]

You know, you could let me go and I could spoil you more. Just saying.

[ But this is the game and he's more than happy to play it up, see it all the way through, even as his cock pulses in that grip, reacting to the obvious sound of Claude's pleasure. Wanting to hear it. Wanting to share it. Wanting to cause it. ]

[itookashot]

He can tell by watching Sylvain that Claude is rubbing against him, guessing at it with the way they're situated, meaning they're all properly hard now as they should be. They have all had sex with each other so they know what they like, but now will be learning what they want as a group. Claude follows his silent instruction to touch Sylvain, although not in time with the movement of his mouth around him. He laughs into Sylvain's sensitive skin when Claude speaks and pops off of him for the first time. It doesn't stop him from teasing him though, licking the head, pressing kisses to the flesh.

"He wanted you to be specific, darling. We've all had the fantasies." He assumes so, or they wouldn't be here at his request. He could be selfish and ask for the main amount of attention, but that isn't truly what he wants. His tongue curls underneath Sylvain's tip. "Turn around. Suck his cock while I eat you out." Jesper always knows what he desires. They have time to play with a lot of options so he's in no particular hurry.

Jesper reluctantly pulls away from Sylvain but he has to in order for them to reposition. It also means he takes the opportunity to get out of his own pants, thinking there is no reason for any clothes to be involved in this anymore. Jesper smirks at Sylvain as he waits to see his prize. "Let me see that pretty ass of yours, Sylvain."

[philancer]

He can't quite bite back the small whimper of protest when Jesper pulls off his cock, body stretching towards him as if to chase the loss of that wet heat. But that tongue still teases him and his breath hitches as the words wash over him a moment later.

Sylvain is no stranger to taking control in the bedroom, had been doing it since... well, longer than his memory holds, actually. But in recent years, he'd been relinquishing that more and more. It's easier, with those he trusts. He's much more comfortable not defaulting to a leadership role, following along instead. Partially because his assertive nature had taken a brutal blow for a century or so, but also because it felt so much better to finally release that tightly-gripped control and let his brain just fall quiet for a little while.

So he was more than happy to acquiesce to what Jesper told him to do, rolling over onto his hands and knees when the man moves back to give him room to rearrange their positions. His eyes are already dark with hunger as he latches onto the sight of Claude sprawled on the bed behind him, shirtless, evidence of his own arousal beneath his clothes. Of which he's still wearing way too many.

Fingers fumble with the fastenings, tugging the fabric down and out of his way. "Off," he complains playfully, impatient, but once they're gone, tossed aside without a care, he's quick to crawl back up between Claude's legs once more. Kissing his way up the inside of his thighs. Hands sliding over warm skin he's mapped a thousand times - with fingertips, with lips, with tongue.

And when he gets to his cock, he slides his tongue over the sensitive skin, taking his time. Worshipping in his own way, because there's something reverent in it. That quiet sense of marveling that this is still his to do once more. The urge to pinch himself to remind himself it's really real. He moans softly against the length of him, wanton, swirling his tongue about the tip, even as he spreads his legs a little wider, giving Jesper what he wanted, too. Definitely a blatant invitation.

[godshattering]

Laughter right now would ruin a little bit of what he's going for, even if the three of them are no stranger to it now or in any less intimate moments. But when Sylvain's (rightful) distraction gets the better of him in opting to request all of it without even specifying what all is, there's a second where Claude has to press his lips together to prevent it from slipping out anyway.

Fortunately, he and Jesper are on the same wavelength when it comes to where that was supposed to lead compared to where it did. That far more blunt suggestion is really what he was hoping for, and he lets his hand fall away from Sylvain's cock to end that round of teasing in favor of watching him settle between his legs after lifting his hips to assist with his pants being removed. It's Claude's turn then to forget where his thoughts were going thanks to the attention being lavished on him. A breathy exhale that ends in a moan leaves him as he exercises a tiny bit of a patience in not lifting his hips again to seek out even more as in lieu of that he reaches down to wind fingers into familiar red hair instead of the bedspread where his grip had been before.

"Since you're both busy," or about to be, with an appreciative eye cast towards Jesper where that sight alone would've been more than enough to get him completely hard as Sylvain's mouth around him has, "then I'll answer for you since you didn't answer me since I have plenty of ideas. I want to fuck Jesper while he fucks you, but only after he takes his time with you first."

Those words aren't completely smooth as they might've been otherwise, what with his breath catching in his throat every few and the same for stuttered movements of his hips to sink further into his attentions. But - even Claude has his limits in restraint, with only more chances for them to erode from here.

[godshattering]

I'll take that under advisement.

[ It's difficult to make that sound anywhere near as nonchalant as he wants it to be when aside from his own hurry matches the display of it Sylvain's putting on with want and need in each of those movements cut short by the restraints. The jerk of his cock tells of the ache of it all even more. For a few moments as he continues to work the slide of his fingers in time with his hand up and down Sylvain's length - certainly telling a store of just as much desire beyond than when there's more moans to go with it - Claude flirts with the idea of edging him one last time. For good measure. Just because.

But it'll have to wait for another time, possibly, because impatience wins out with something else in mind. With a swing of one leg over Sylvain's hips, he pauses to balance for a split second before taking Sylvain inside him in three very deliberate rolls of his hips. His own attentions to himself weren't quite enough as he'd guessed but it'll be enough to pause for a moment, to catch his breath and to adjust as he leans down to brush lips against Sylvain's jaw on the way to his ear for an important question. ]

Blindfold on or off?

[itookashot]

Jesper is fond of laughing in the bedroom and would've just laughed along with Claude. That's why he always falls for his closest friends, or makes close friends of his lovers, because he likes the familiarity. He's not really the one night stand type, despite how his demeanor is, he prefers things that last. He smiles at Sylvain's eagerness and shares it, pleased to take a moment to look over his shoulder and watch how quickly he pulls off Claude's pants. It's worth enjoying the view of Claude immediately being taken into soft lips, licking his own as if picturing that taste.

He has a goal of his own though and he gets to turn his attention to Sylvain's insanely impressive thighs and ass. The man is huge and curved in all the right ways. Jesper loves it. He playfully nips at one of Sylvain's cheeks as he puts a hand out and calls a lubricant to him. Jesper makes his own, one that's become popular by others, because it has a warming spell on it to make it feel particularly good when pressed inside, and gives a sort of tingly feel to it too. Plus it's tasty (fruity or minty flavors, mint today), for people who need to lick around it, like Jesper's about to do.

"You're lucky I enjoy taking my time with him, or I would already be presenting myself to you to take, sweetheart." Claude is using the tone, it is very sensual! It's not his fault he likes the way he talks when he's turned on. That being said, he's made a promise and Sylvain is doing what he ordered.

Jesper starts out with a teasing curl of his tongue to Sylvain's hole to make him shiver a little, stimulating it with small quick jabs almost inside, just stroking the exterior. He plays with him only with his tongue at first, finally dipping inside and licking in circular motions to touch everything he can. He eats him like the feast he is, his hands first stroking up and down the cheeks, squeezing appreciatively and holding him apart.

One he's enjoyed himself for a bit he gets more serious and spreads Sylvain, lubing up one hand and sliding a finger into him, his tongue going in with it to work together to pleasure Sylvain. His finger can move faster, thrusting in to get him ready for two.

[philancer]

[ It takes him a moment to answer, because Claude sinking down on his cock like that had driven all thoughts straight out of his head. He gives a breathless, wanton groan, hips bucking up in a shallow motion, just to feel the man above him tighten around him in response. Claude hadn't stretched himself nearly enough - yes, Sylvain could tell, knew what it felt like both when he did and didn't - and the man was excruciatingly tight around the length and width of his cock, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of him.

His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]

You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]

[philancer]

Sylvain's moan is somewhat muffled by the fact that his lips are wrapped around Claude's cock as his tongue teases against the slit, then traces just under the head. Taking his time and teasing in all the way he knows Claude loves. Dragging it out, just because he can. t's only fair, with how fond Claude tends to be of edging him.

Besides. He knows exactly how talented he is at this, and decades of practice have only made him better. Might as well put that practice to good use whenever possible.

Of course, it is more difficult to stay focused on what he's doing when he feels Jesper's lips and tongue start to tease him, to press into him, eliciting another strained moan that quickly melts into a whimper. His body jolts as one of those short jabs brushes over his prostate, sending pleasure arcing along his nerves, making his own erection jolt between his legs.

His fingers curl, biting into the flesh at Claude's hips as he abandons the teasing for the moment, taking him deep instead, swallowing him as deep as he can take him as he laves his tongue along the man's length. Lets his throat work around him as he carefully swallows, then relaxes his throat to take him deeper still. Transferring all that need created from Jesper's tongue - and then his fingers - into the hunger he lavishes on the other man's cock.

[godshattering]

[ Sylvain gets the reaction he wants with that lift when the motion of driving himself deeper gets a gasp out of Claude. Now it's his turn to need a moment to regain his thoughts, and - right, the blindfold. That decision can wait a moment now that it's his to make since when Sylvain's mouth goes searching along with those ragged words, it's far more important to turn and catch his lips in a kiss. A brief one despite how easy it'd be to get caught up in it even as he offers a slow rock of his own hips as more a promise than a tease. ]

I think I like you using your imagination for this, [ is what he says after, a murmur against those lips at first before Claude starts to sit up, ] and you've made me come enough times by now to know what it looks like.

[ To say the least. The blindfold will stay for now since his focus changes to tucking his legs beneath the other man's thighs to sink back even further on his cock to add to the slow stretch around him. The next roll of his hips starts the pace he intends to keep to bring Sylvain pleasure with no (intentional) delays as he tightens around him every so often from need and want.

And since Sylvain can't watch, has to rely on memories alone to fill in what's happening - just like before, Claude's careful to fill in with moans and the other's name and increasingly so as he finds teh right angle for both with hands propped against Sylvain's chest. ]

[godshattering]

There's nothing but a curse uttered to Sylvain's talented mouth working over him and one which ends in a moan at the tease of that tongue. No point in being coy about it even if the thought to do so had somehow entered his mind - years of moments like this where Sylvain had carefully mapped out every part of him and each and every thing that works.

The same which Claude knows can be said for Jesper and Sylvain as all the intimacy starts to overlap between the three of them. Strong fingers clutch at the grasp on his hips and Claude has to remember to sit up slightly from where his head had tipped back in pleasure without him consciously noticing. Sylvain's need is electric all on its own even before more of his cock sinks into the other's throat and his grasp into red hair tightens with a tug of approval. So much approval it takes him another moment to remember he'd been busy with offering helpful suggestions, though his attention centers back on Sylvain's more than anything right now.

"A shame to deprive him of even more of your talented fingers," to Jesper as a start, though Claude knows it's also the start of what pleasure's to come to Sylvain. "Especially when we all know you're good at getting us to come with them."

That's as far as the suggestion goes, not that it wasn't in Jesper's plans already when it comes to plans to spoil Sylvain. With another lift of his hips to encourage Sylvain and to further enjoy him, though not without carefully watching his face to make sure it's not too much, to seek out some sign of approval before anything else even as the slide of heat around him also gets a moan out of him.

[itookashot]

Jesper doesn't have to wave a hand to create something in here, he simply is going to do it, because his hands are about to be very busy. A mirror appears to the side to give him an excellent view of Sylvain's mouth on Claude and also provide a view for them to see him as well. He's an exhibitionist so it suits him. They're gods so they don't have to worry about human details like a refractory period or need for food and wine, the latter is just there for them to enjoy. They can spend as long as they want, and he's looking forward to them trying from every angle, every act. He'll make the entire room a mirror at some point if he has to.

It is fantastic to watch Claude disappear into Sylvain's mouth like that, Jesper can almost taste it himself. He smiles at the sight and spreads Sylvain to two fingers easily, spreading him so his tongue has easier access to torment his prostate, stroking that sensitive spot and then using a third finger to push in. His tongue withdraws so he can really push deep into him now, thrusting against him with enough aggression to try and get Sylvain to be more intense on Claude's cock.

Jesper encourages Sylvain's legs wider and slides underneath him, just enough to get his head where he wants it to be, using his second hand to wrap around Sylvain's cock and start pumping on him steadily. He uses his tongue this time to lather his tip, applying constant stimulation to it. His fingers open him so that when they get to the next round, Sylvain will be fully ready to receive his cock. "Give it to me," he murmurs, sucking Sylvain's tip into his mouth.

[philancer]

If you think... fuck!

[ he curses breathlessly as Claude starts to move, changing the angle, making him ache to bury himself deep. He tries to rock up, but the way the man above him is perched now keeps him mostly pinned in place, right where he wants him. Letting Claude control every aspect of this. ]

If you think I will ever grow tired of that sight, you haven't been paying attention very well.

[ Sylvain could never tear his eyes away from the other man. Especially when lost in pleasure. ]

[godshattering]

All the better for you to - [ with a small break for a moan as he shifts and finds a better angle yet - ] use your imagination.

[ Is it his wittiest comeback ever? Absolutely not, but Claude thinks even Sylvain wouldn't blame him for being far too distracted. Especially not when those lifts of the other's hips feel like small pleas to match the swearing when he knows it's not quite enough for Sylvain just yet.

Something he intends to deliver on, surely, with a small change of pace to something slower not to tease but to pay some deliberate attention to Sylvain while running his nails lightly over that broad chest beneath his palms. ]

Unless you have something else in mind, and then all you have to do is ask.

[ Something Claude means without anything else attached as he tightens around the other man's cock for good measure with the next indulgent roll of his hips before taking Sylvain deeper again. His lover's been so very patient, and he did mean it about this being something to be enjoyed at the end of it all. ]