"More like I set the bait and have successfully reeled you in, to devour. I don't have any intentions of coming up for air any time soon." They have less needs than they used to, so if they want to linger in bed for as long as they see fit, they can. His needs for these two men will never end though. For their bodies, their kisses, their minds, their hearts. He has been patiently waiting for the two of them to get their shit together as a couple, and added a little extra time to make certain their reconciliation was secure before making this step. Jesper is more cleverly planned than he is off-the-cuff much of the time.
Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
"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."
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."
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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."
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He's lost in the heated haze they've created between them, barely aware of anything going on outside the sensations washing over him. Claude's fingers tight in his hair, his cock pressing deep into his throat as he takes as much as he can, throat carefully working around him, tongue teasing along the sensitive length. Jesper's fingers stretching him open, tongue teasing sensitive muscle as those fingertips ease again and again over his prostate. Making him shudder, tremble, his cock leaking from the stimulation, the sheer want he's being assaulted with at either end.
Claude doesn't have to worry about it being too much. If anything, it just makes him crave more.
And then Jesper gives it, without him even having to ask. Without asking for that even having occurred to him. He probably could have come soon without that extra urging, without so much as a touch, having both of them filling him, body humming from pleasure. But Jesper taking his cock in slick fingers, stroking him slowly and then swallowing the tip of him into a wicked heat, it's too much.
His strangled cry is muffled around Claude's cock as he involuntarily takes him deeper still, every single inch buried in tight wet heat now as his body tenses with a shudder sweeping through him. With Jesper's fingers still fucking into him, stretching him open, it's stimulation assaulting him from every angle and he's helpless to do anything but get washed away with it.
Cock pulsing hotly, he spills thickly as his hips buck, trying to press back further into that delicious mouth wrapped around his head.. Body spasming, his throat likely works tighter around Claude's cock, the sounds of pleasure he makes completely muffled around him, vibrating along his length. as he comes undone.
Despite watching everything carefully, it still takes Claude a moment to focus in on the mirror appearing and then another one to realize what it's showing which has him thrusting up into Sylvain's mouth with a groan. With that permission given and all those sounds from Jesper's attentions bringing the man between them ever closer to the edge, Claude does his best to provide what part of it he can.
It takes focus now - considerable focus - to remember the words to encourage them both on with praise as it gets harder to not lose himself in everything until that cry pulls his attention back. Even as lost in pleasure as he is the look of Sylvain experiencing it so much only doubles everything and intensifies it even more. Sylvain tumbling over the edge is enough for Claude to follow not long after when the sight unravels him as well. The sensation, too, both in what he can what he can feel transmitted in that mouth around him as he rides out his orgasm still buried in it until there's nothing left to give.
"Fuck, Sylvain, you're so good," gets panted when sense returns to him and he releases his hold on the other's hair to cradle one side of the man's face fondly, that faint praise not covering near enough. There's more to come yet as Claude's attention now turns to Jesper before he looks back to Sylvain with sense slowly returning to him enough to remind him of his promise. "Jesper's been very patient, hasn't he? Help me get him ready so he can fuck you into the bed beneath us after."
Jesper doesn't worry about his own arousal because that will be handled soon enough. He is someone who prefers to give anyway, there are few things more erotic for him than someone spilling down his throat or coating his mouth. It's what he craves. He groans around Sylvain's cock as it pulses and pushes deeper into him and swallows it all down, lapping up afterward to be certain he got every drop of it. He manages to flick his eyes toward the mirror in time to see Claude's face spasm with his own pleasure so the both of them enjoying it at once can settle into him, deeply content.
Once Sylvain is clean he moves out from under him to behind him again, able to slide three fingers easily inside because of how relaxed an orgasm makes him. He's practically all open and accepting in this state, it's so slick and easy. He licks his lips and then steps toward the bed to dip down and slip his hands into Claude's hair, tilting his head back to dip down and steal a deep kiss out of him. With Sylvain's taste still on his tongue, spreading it into Claude's mouth.
They all have to situate a little differently to keep it moving but they're enormously adaptive, it's what makes them so good at this. "Here, Sylvain. Let me see in Claude's lap, love. You can help open me up, sweetheart. Claude, gorgeous, give a man a hand, will you?" Jesper smirks and does exactly what he says.
As they both know, Jesper is the easiest person to prep, he is automatically relaxed and very eager to get fucked, so really it's for the act of it.
Still trying to catch his breath, Sylvain manages to roll off of Claude with a groan, muscles still twitching and trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm as he settles onto the bed next to him instead. He'd meant to just make room for Jesper to settle in as well, but then he gets completely distracted by watching them kiss, Jesper's hands in dark hair, Claude still flushed and breathless himself.
So he might be a little slower to react as Jesper gets comfortable, but he does manage to drag his eyes away long enough to reach for the oil. Slicking his fingers, he splays one hand against Jesper's back as he teasingly pushes him closer to Claude and kneels behind him.
But instead of pressing his fingers in just yet, he leans in to return the favor. Or maybe just further indulge his oral fetish. or both!
Either way, his tongue is agile and eager as he teases against that tight ring of muscle, flicking at it before pressing inside. He hums happily, even as he slides a pair of fingers in alongside his tongue, so he can both stretch and tease at the same time.
But his eyes? They remain locked on the mirror, watching the way the two men kiss - something he wouldn't normally be able to see from this angle, so he's exceedingly grateful for the reflection.
At any other time, Claude might have wanted a chance to catch his own breath. Not now when he's already moving to sit up after Sylvain does and Jesper approaches; those hands in his hair are a compelling argument to stay right where he is. A particular weakness of his at that - something both men know well from many a night just like this. They pin him there as much as any hands around his wrists would
Jesper settles over him and he runs his own hands down the man's sides to settle them on his hips to pull him closer and meets that smirk with one of his own. "Lucky for you I'm every bit as talented with my hands." As he kisses Jesper just as deeply again to trap any noises well earned by Sylvain's clever mouth, Claude reaches down to trail a couple of fingertips along the underside of the other man's length as the smallest tease.
One he intends to deliver on since a second after bringing his hand away he snaps his fingers to put those godly benefits of bending whatever to their will to use as now an oil coats his hand. A lubricant well known from past trysts that warms with each slide of his hand along Jesper's cock now at a pace meant to amplify the pleasure from Sylvain working him open. No focus now except bringing Jesper to the edge or over it as he breaks the kiss just enough to lean back with another smirk to watch the other man's face while running his thumb along the head of his cock before moving down his length again.
Jesper could and has spent a lot of time simply kissing Claude, at least partly because he made him wait so long, so his lips are permanently a source of temptation. He makes certain to spread his legs just right to make it easier for Sylvain to do as he likes, although he does gasp loudly out of the kiss when Sylvain uses his tongue on him. "Should have seen that coming," he laughs and shivers. Trust him to turn the tables and kick Jesper into a new level of pleasure the same way.
He's already hard as can be and while he could insist on waiting, there's no reason he has to, since he has no refractory period to speak of in truth. And since these two lovely people are putting in the work, they should get the benefit. Jesper is practically open from the moment Sylvain puts his fingers in so that takes no real work, but it does give very real pleasure. He is careful not to push back into his fingers though since he is doing wonderful things with his tongue and doesn't need encouragement.
Jesper is getting it on both ends at the moment and this is a wonderful preview of being in the middle of them again soon. "Harder with the fingers, Sylvain. Faster with the hand, Claude." Demanding, yes, but they know how vocal he is. And besides that, he's all good with experiencing it and letting the ecstasy slide over his body from every nerve ending. He pulls Claude into another kiss, a deep one that barely has any end at all, allowing them moments of quick breathing and gasping before the next one. He's going to make them both dizzy with it.
The double attack doesn't take long before he jerks up into Claude's hand and spills over his fingers, moaning into the kiss and then forcing himself to break away to pant desperately, feeling like he could possibly pass out. It was a rush.
There's fond affection in his voice as he chuckles and turns his head slightly to the side. Only long enough to nip at Jesper's ass with playful sharpness before returning to his task again.
Jesper doesn't need much prep - he goes easily loose and slick as Sylvain's fingers add to the teasing, so Sylvain instead works towards pleasuring him, fingers thrusting into him as his tongue teases against sensitive skin. His fingers seeking out his lover's prostate as he purposefully sends intense stimulation along his nerves, timing it in time to the movement he can see of Claude's fingers wrapped around his cock. it's only fair, after all.
When Jesper spills between them, he chuckles and pulls back a little, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"But since you're so gorgeous when you come, I suppose I'll forgive you. This time."
He meets Claude's gaze over Jesper's shoulder - or perhaps in the reflection - and gives him a playful wink, a sated smile full of satisfaction curved across his lips.
That instruction - no, that demand Jesper issues only gets the smirk on his face to widen when he takes it as encouragement. Not just for the movement of his hand when his next stroke of Jesper's cock is deliberately slower for the sake of being ornery and because that insistence is effective as it always is. Whatever retort Claude had for the sake of offering one becomes a noise swallowed up between the two of them when a familiar mouth crashes into his.
It's another firm instruction and this one he heeds instead of continuing to be difficult as he moves his hand faster. The pace now matches the lack of air as he uses it to fuel that want, that need, that desire which has his own cock beginning to harden again the closer Jesper gets to the edge. And when he comes that moan is music to his ears, though he doesn't let the other god get away quite so quickly, out of breath or not. The next kiss isn't really much of one since it's broken up by grinning against Jesper's mouth before he glances to catch Sylvain's very pleased gaze.
"If we didn't already have plans, I'd say we should fuck Jesper just like this between us. A sight to save for another time with more mirrors so we don't miss a second." Or maybe they could use the last part for now as with a wave of his hand they're cleaned up again and the oil returns to his hand when desire's not faded even with them all being sated as he looks back to Jesper. "Or you and I could give Sylvain a show."
Jesper is bossy in bed without question and he's only heard complaints when they're playfully said like now. Sometimes his bossing turns into pleading, and either way, it's all focused on getting him what he wants. For a first time, this is already turning out exactly as good as he was hoping for. The three of them are working together, moving in sync, as easily as they do as separate pairs. Not that he expected this to be awkward, but sometimes threesomes can be in the start. And that can be fun too, to make them all laugh, but with Claude and Sylvain, things really have come easily once he got his mouth on them the first time.
It's in his kiss, all his best seductive qualities. It's absorbing Claude through Jesper's orgasm and he laughs, sucking in breath and laughing again, afterward. "Sweetheart, we are going to experience every combination of sex we possibly can, we have years ahead of us to make certain of that." Maybe they don't need to try every single thing this week, but also, Jesper's not going to argue if they decide to. He's all in. He is gorged on lust and everything he wants falling into his lap. Lucky man.
"As long as it leads to you being inside of me, Claude, I'm happy to be the show pony." Jesper reaches back to caress his fingers through Sylvain's hair lovingly. He moves though because he is going to flop down either way, and he decides to do it on top of Claude. Very sensible choice given the man's naked body needs to be blanketed in his opinion. He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain and grins. "Come up higher on the bed with us, baby. I want to kiss you."
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Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Claude doesn't have to worry about it being too much. If anything, it just makes him crave more.
And then Jesper gives it, without him even having to ask. Without asking for that even having occurred to him. He probably could have come soon without that extra urging, without so much as a touch, having both of them filling him, body humming from pleasure. But Jesper taking his cock in slick fingers, stroking him slowly and then swallowing the tip of him into a wicked heat, it's too much.
His strangled cry is muffled around Claude's cock as he involuntarily takes him deeper still, every single inch buried in tight wet heat now as his body tenses with a shudder sweeping through him. With Jesper's fingers still fucking into him, stretching him open, it's stimulation assaulting him from every angle and he's helpless to do anything but get washed away with it.
Cock pulsing hotly, he spills thickly as his hips buck, trying to press back further into that delicious mouth wrapped around his head.. Body spasming, his throat likely works tighter around Claude's cock, the sounds of pleasure he makes completely muffled around him, vibrating along his length. as he comes undone.
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It takes focus now - considerable focus - to remember the words to encourage them both on with praise as it gets harder to not lose himself in everything until that cry pulls his attention back. Even as lost in pleasure as he is the look of Sylvain experiencing it so much only doubles everything and intensifies it even more. Sylvain tumbling over the edge is enough for Claude to follow not long after when the sight unravels him as well. The sensation, too, both in what he can what he can feel transmitted in that mouth around him as he rides out his orgasm still buried in it until there's nothing left to give.
"Fuck, Sylvain, you're so good," gets panted when sense returns to him and he releases his hold on the other's hair to cradle one side of the man's face fondly, that faint praise not covering near enough. There's more to come yet as Claude's attention now turns to Jesper before he looks back to Sylvain with sense slowly returning to him enough to remind him of his promise. "Jesper's been very patient, hasn't he? Help me get him ready so he can fuck you into the bed beneath us after."
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Once Sylvain is clean he moves out from under him to behind him again, able to slide three fingers easily inside because of how relaxed an orgasm makes him. He's practically all open and accepting in this state, it's so slick and easy. He licks his lips and then steps toward the bed to dip down and slip his hands into Claude's hair, tilting his head back to dip down and steal a deep kiss out of him. With Sylvain's taste still on his tongue, spreading it into Claude's mouth.
They all have to situate a little differently to keep it moving but they're enormously adaptive, it's what makes them so good at this. "Here, Sylvain. Let me see in Claude's lap, love. You can help open me up, sweetheart. Claude, gorgeous, give a man a hand, will you?" Jesper smirks and does exactly what he says.
As they both know, Jesper is the easiest person to prep, he is automatically relaxed and very eager to get fucked, so really it's for the act of it.
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So he might be a little slower to react as Jesper gets comfortable, but he does manage to drag his eyes away long enough to reach for the oil. Slicking his fingers, he splays one hand against Jesper's back as he teasingly pushes him closer to Claude and kneels behind him.
But instead of pressing his fingers in just yet, he leans in to return the favor. Or maybe just further indulge his oral fetish. or both!
Either way, his tongue is agile and eager as he teases against that tight ring of muscle, flicking at it before pressing inside. He hums happily, even as he slides a pair of fingers in alongside his tongue, so he can both stretch and tease at the same time.
But his eyes? They remain locked on the mirror, watching the way the two men kiss - something he wouldn't normally be able to see from this angle, so he's exceedingly grateful for the reflection.
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Jesper settles over him and he runs his own hands down the man's sides to settle them on his hips to pull him closer and meets that smirk with one of his own. "Lucky for you I'm every bit as talented with my hands." As he kisses Jesper just as deeply again to trap any noises well earned by Sylvain's clever mouth, Claude reaches down to trail a couple of fingertips along the underside of the other man's length as the smallest tease.
One he intends to deliver on since a second after bringing his hand away he snaps his fingers to put those godly benefits of bending whatever to their will to use as now an oil coats his hand. A lubricant well known from past trysts that warms with each slide of his hand along Jesper's cock now at a pace meant to amplify the pleasure from Sylvain working him open. No focus now except bringing Jesper to the edge or over it as he breaks the kiss just enough to lean back with another smirk to watch the other man's face while running his thumb along the head of his cock before moving down his length again.
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He's already hard as can be and while he could insist on waiting, there's no reason he has to, since he has no refractory period to speak of in truth. And since these two lovely people are putting in the work, they should get the benefit. Jesper is practically open from the moment Sylvain puts his fingers in so that takes no real work, but it does give very real pleasure. He is careful not to push back into his fingers though since he is doing wonderful things with his tongue and doesn't need encouragement.
Jesper is getting it on both ends at the moment and this is a wonderful preview of being in the middle of them again soon. "Harder with the fingers, Sylvain. Faster with the hand, Claude." Demanding, yes, but they know how vocal he is. And besides that, he's all good with experiencing it and letting the ecstasy slide over his body from every nerve ending. He pulls Claude into another kiss, a deep one that barely has any end at all, allowing them moments of quick breathing and gasping before the next one. He's going to make them both dizzy with it.
The double attack doesn't take long before he jerks up into Claude's hand and spills over his fingers, moaning into the kiss and then forcing himself to break away to pant desperately, feeling like he could possibly pass out. It was a rush.
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There's fond affection in his voice as he chuckles and turns his head slightly to the side. Only long enough to nip at Jesper's ass with playful sharpness before returning to his task again.
Jesper doesn't need much prep - he goes easily loose and slick as Sylvain's fingers add to the teasing, so Sylvain instead works towards pleasuring him, fingers thrusting into him as his tongue teases against sensitive skin. His fingers seeking out his lover's prostate as he purposefully sends intense stimulation along his nerves, timing it in time to the movement he can see of Claude's fingers wrapped around his cock. it's only fair, after all.
When Jesper spills between them, he chuckles and pulls back a little, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"But since you're so gorgeous when you come, I suppose I'll forgive you. This time."
He meets Claude's gaze over Jesper's shoulder - or perhaps in the reflection - and gives him a playful wink, a sated smile full of satisfaction curved across his lips.
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It's another firm instruction and this one he heeds instead of continuing to be difficult as he moves his hand faster. The pace now matches the lack of air as he uses it to fuel that want, that need, that desire which has his own cock beginning to harden again the closer Jesper gets to the edge. And when he comes that moan is music to his ears, though he doesn't let the other god get away quite so quickly, out of breath or not. The next kiss isn't really much of one since it's broken up by grinning against Jesper's mouth before he glances to catch Sylvain's very pleased gaze.
"If we didn't already have plans, I'd say we should fuck Jesper just like this between us. A sight to save for another time with more mirrors so we don't miss a second." Or maybe they could use the last part for now as with a wave of his hand they're cleaned up again and the oil returns to his hand when desire's not faded even with them all being sated as he looks back to Jesper. "Or you and I could give Sylvain a show."
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It's in his kiss, all his best seductive qualities. It's absorbing Claude through Jesper's orgasm and he laughs, sucking in breath and laughing again, afterward. "Sweetheart, we are going to experience every combination of sex we possibly can, we have years ahead of us to make certain of that." Maybe they don't need to try every single thing this week, but also, Jesper's not going to argue if they decide to. He's all in. He is gorged on lust and everything he wants falling into his lap. Lucky man.
"As long as it leads to you being inside of me, Claude, I'm happy to be the show pony." Jesper reaches back to caress his fingers through Sylvain's hair lovingly. He moves though because he is going to flop down either way, and he decides to do it on top of Claude. Very sensible choice given the man's naked body needs to be blanketed in his opinion. He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain and grins. "Come up higher on the bed with us, baby. I want to kiss you."
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