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It was nearing midnight as Rook and Lucanis sat with their legs curled underneath them on the sofa before a burning hearth.
Lucanis was wrapped in a purple silk robe, Rook in blue cotton. They listened to the fire crackle and the sound of rain lashing the windows. Rook was absent-mindedly massaging Lucanis's ankle as they reflected on their day, spent apart working. Suddenly, they were interrupted by knocking at the door.
Lucanis raised an inquiring brow. Rook patted his leg. “I'll see what that's about,” and rose.
He cracked the door open and peered out.
“Neve!” he exclaimed, swinging the door wide.
“Hello, Rook,” she said. Her hair was plastered to her face - her fascinator dripping droplets onto her coat. Even with her arms hugged tight around her body, she still exuded an air of nonchalance.
“Come in!” said Rook, stepping aside.
She strode in and Rook shut the door behind her, arranging his robe to increase what modesty he could.
“Gods, you're soaking. Let me take your coat,” he said as she was already shedding it, and her fascinator, and handing it to Rook. He hung them on a hook and looking back to Neve, quickly averted his eyes.
Her coat had soaked through, and her white blouse clung to her breasts.
Lucanis had risen and made his way to the foyer to see what the commotion was. When he saw Neve, his gaze too was pulled directly to her breasts - soaked white fabric showing her dark nipples beneath.
“Neve!” he said, anxiously glancing away and raising a hand to pull on his ear.
Neve chuckled. “Don't suppose you've a robe to spare?”
“Of course!” said Lucanis, turning and heading up the stairs behind him.
“What are you doing in Treviso? At midnight? Alone in the pouring rain?” Rook asked.
Neve smiled a bit sheepishly. “You wouldn't believe me, and besides, it's sort of embarrassing.”
Lucanis hurried down to Neve, handing her a towel and another purple silk robe.
“Thank you,” she said, taking them and holding them to her chest.
Rook gestured to his right. “There's a bathroom just through those doors. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“This is great, thank you,” she said.
Rook stoked the fire and then returned with Lucanis to resume their places on the sofa.
“What is she doing in Treviso?” Lucanis asked in a hushed tone.
"Says we wouldn't believe her, and that it's embarrassing,” Rook said.
“Hmm,” Lucanis scowled.
Neve entered the room and headed straight to the rug before the hearth and sat down beside it, holding out her palms to the flames.
“Neve,” said Lucanis, still scowling with concern, “to be out here, alone at this hour… If one of my Crows had anything to do with it, please, do tell.”
Neve sighed a gentle laugh. “No, no. Nothing like that. Just a… miscalculated lead. By the time I realized my error, the facility whose eluvian I was using was closed.”
“You can always use the eluvian at the Diamond, you know.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“Did you go to the main house first and speak to Caterina? Or, how did you know Rook and I have been staying here, in the guest house?”
Neve shifted her brows, looking behind her to meet Lucanis's eyes. “I didn't.”
“Then…” Lucanis started.
“I knocked, in case it was occupied, but truthfully, I thought I'd be climbing through a window and leaving a ‘thank-you’ note.”
“You were going to break and enter into my house?” Lucanis asked with feigned incredulousness.
They all laughed and Rook shook his head. “You're always welcome here, Neve, whether we know it or not.”
“Thank you,” she said, breaking into her beautiful, crooked smile. She sighed and put her palms nearer to the fire. “Honestly, I am chilled to the bone.”
“A frost mage- cold? I am surprised,” Lucanis remarked.
“It's not just cold. I got so wet and that's what really chilled me.”
Rook opened his arm across the back of the sofa between Lucanis and himself.
“Fire will warm eventually, but there's nothing quite like body heat to do the job,” he said, holding his arm in steady invitation.
Neve looked to Lucanis who nodded and opened his hand in blessing.
“Well, that does actually sound appealing, “ she said, standing and making her way to the sofa. She sat down between them with Rook's arm behind her. He gently pulled her in close and she tucked her knees up toward her chin.
“I'm sorry for dropping in on you two like this.”
“Don't be,” said Lucanis shuffling closer and putting an arm behind her. “Hosting the famous Neve Gallus? It's an honor.”
A lop-sided grin. “You know… there was a time I thought I'd be wrapped up in your arms, Lucanis. Though not quite under these circumstances,” she said with a playful smirk.
The audacity of this woman, thought Rook, though not with contempt, but rather admiration.
He watched the two of them flirt relentlessly during their time at the Lighthouse, and even now, in their shared home. He snickered quietly.
Neve flashed a subtly scandalous glance to Rook and then cocked her head to Lucanis, resting it on his shoulder.
Again, Rook softly snorted a laugh and shook his head in disbelief at her boldness.
Meanwhile, Lucanis was all shifting brows and gaping for words.
“Luc?” said Rook, impishly, “Did you ever think you'd have Neve wrapped in your arms?”
His cheeks flushed red, “Well, I… maybe once… or-” he stammered.
Neve interrupted his fumbling with a laugh like a soft bell. She reached out and gently cradled his chin under her thumb. She leaned in and kissed him softly- his lips lightly parted and eyes wide with surprise. She did not linger with the kiss and instead broke it off and looked at him with doe eyes and a friendly smirk.
Again Lucanis's speech was broken with anxiety. Blushing, he said, “Rook and I- usually - We discuss…”
Neve chuckled. “I'm sorry, Luc. I'm just playing. I'll leave you be. Is there a spare bed I could perhaps retire to?”
Rook stifled a grin. Dear Lucanis, taking everything to do with romance so seriously. His smile turned soft - endeared. Was he ever sweet.
Lucanis winced with his eyes shut. “I did not mean… You don't have to leave… or stop… probably…” he said, flicking his eyes to Rook - the question clear.
“”The famous Neve Gallus”,” Rook quoted. “I think as her honored hosts… we ought to let her enjoy her stay however she wants.”
Neve and Rook exchanged confident smiles and both looked at Lucanis. He let out a shaky sigh.
“And how does Neve want to spend her stay?” He asked, finding traction for his nerves in the clear communication.
She made a face, pondering. “Well, since Rook left Minrathous, between work for the Shadows and the Threads, things have really been piling up. I haven't had the chance for much down time. Let alone… fun time.”
“Hmm…” Rook growled softly in the back of his throat. “You know you can always write, if there's a job you need a hand with.”
She raised a brow and bowed her chin, looking up at Rook, who was leaning relaxedly back with his arm around her. “I could use a hand right now,” she said.
“Mierda,” Lucanis breathed.
Rook chuckled but Neve never broke her sultry look at him. He chewed on his lip for a moment. “Like Lucanis said, normally we would have a chance to discuss… proceedings such as this… beforehand.”
“What's stopping you? Discuss! Don't be shy, Lucanis. You don't have to share if you don't want to. Or not with me anyway. Curious what you two mean by ‘normally’.”
Lucanis chuffed.
Rook watched him, silently, for that was more his territory to answer.
Lucanis felt Rook's eyes steadily watching him. It gave him courage to see his expression so calm and watchful - ever mindful of Lucanis's state of mind, and ready to intervene or back off as necessary.
“Emmrich…” he started.
“Really?” Neve exclaimed.
Lucanis cocked his head, releasing the pressure of answering the question with a stretch of his neck.
Rook could feel Neve's body relax. She wasn't toying anymore. She was listening, and curious. He watched and didn't interrupt as Lucanis worked out his tension.
“Well, it's not so much Rook and I, but rather… Spite - and Emmrich.”
“Really?” she said again, though her voice had stiffened.
Rook could almost see the ball in Lucanis's throat. He interjected before leaving Lucanis to gape for words.
“We have found a way to make both relationships work, with some overlap. Everyone is happier for it.” His voice was friendly, but also final.
Neve paused before replying. “Then I'm happy for you. All of you.” she said. “And that's it then? No one's been holding orgies for the Shadow Dragons since you left Minrathous, Rook. Doing that for the Crows now instead?” She asked, partly out of genuine curiosity, and partly to lighten the mood.
Lucanis piped up, “Half of the Crows are related to me somewhere down the line. Cousins or cousin's cousins. So no - no orgies with the Crows.”
Rook smirked and Neve laughed.
They all sighed and averted their gazes from one another - a subconscious reset. Neve's eyes on the fire, Lucanis's at the floor, and Rook's to Lucanis's hand that idly stroked his own knee.
“I've imposed enough. I'll find a bed upstairs, yes?”
“Down the hall to the left is the guest room. Apologies for the dust - it has been awhile since it's been in use.”
“Thank you. Goodnight Rook. Goodnight Lucanis,” she said, rising.
Worry darted across Lucanis's eyes and they met Rook's, whose utter nonchalance calmed him.
“If you did… want to lend me a hand… I'll be up for a little while,” she said.
Lucanis blushed and again found stability in the confident smile and nod Rook gave Neve. “Goodnight,” he said. Lucanis followed suit by repeating the words.
And with that, she departed.
Lucanis looked at Rook, looking like a dog who had done something wrong.
“Come here,” said Rook, beckoning his hand with the arm that was previously held open for Neve.
Lucanis scooted over and laid his head on Rook's shoulder. Rook kissed his hair.
“I'm sorry, Lucanis. That was a lot of pressure. I shouldn't have laid it on like I did,” and he kissed his head again.
“I'm sorry I spoiled it. It would have been fun.”
“What? You didn't spoil it, Luc. She invited us up.”
“She was just being polite, no? I… made it awkward I think.”
“Lucanis… does Neve seem the type to make an offer she doesn't mean? For the sake of being polite?”
Lucanis chuckled. “I suppose not.”
“Besides, of course it's awkward, but that's on Neve. She kissed you - my husband - while literally in my arms. But, that's Neve. Ever the bold one. And I can hardly blame her for wanting to try you on,” he said, pulsing a squeeze with his arm around him.
Lucanis smiled and looked a bit toward Rook, though he was too cuddled into him to see his face. “If I did not spoil it… then should we…”
Rook was surprised. “Should we have sex with Neve?”
“Do you want to?”
“I want to have sex with pretty much everyone, Lucanis. But I don't need to. You're everything I need. Anything else is just bonus fun.”
Lucanis was silent. Rook knew he was calculating - working out how he felt. It was never as easy as lustful intuition, as it was for him. Lucanis liked to be precise - recognize his motivations and reactions - put names to them and understand them before acting. Precision. Rogues, thought Rook, lovingly.
“It seems foolish to squander such serendipity. I admit, I have always been fond of Neve…”
Rook made no reply. He didn't want to sway Lucanis any which way before he had completely worked out his own feelings.
“I think we should. Vive el momento, and all that.”
“Mm,” Rook moaned with a smile, brushing his fingers through Lucanis's hair and cradling his head to look up at him.
Lucanis closed his eyes softly and leaned in to kiss him.
With their lips locked, Rook slid one hand to his lower back, and lowered the one from his hair to his ass. He hoisted him as much as needed to place him back down, midway on the couch, to give them room to stretch out. And stretch out they did - bodies intertwining.
Rook was perched over him, elevated on a crooked elbow. He pulled away from the kiss. His white hair fell from behind his long elven ear and brushed against Lucanis's face.
“Maybe,” said Rook, softly, “I should help you come first. That way you'll last a nice, long while for Neve.”
“I beg your pardon? I do not have any issues with lasting.”
“Mm…” said Rook, his eyes searching Lucanis's lips and jaw, before settling back onto his dark eyes, narrowed, looking back at him. “Maybe I'm just looking for a reason to suck your cock.”
Lucanis's face twisted into a grin. “Maybe you should have some patience, and we can set out to do what we just agreed to.”
Rook rumbled a groan, and placed a hand over the growing bulge under Lucanis's robe. Rubbing it, he said, so close to Lucanis that it was nearly muffled in his beard, “Upstairs feels so far away.”
“Tsk,” Lucanis hissed. “Rook, you are nothing more than an animal,” and pressed his hips up into Rook's hand.
Rook growled and nipped Lucanis's ear lobe. Lucanis was pulling in deep breaths now.
“Rook, I want us to sleep with Neve. Take me upstairs.”
Rook grinned, delighted to hear Lucanis so sure of the proposition. Again he shoved his arms underneath him and hoisted him all the way to standing, with Lucanis draped in his arms.
“Just don't let her see me like this,” he said, tipping his chin up to peck a kiss onto Rook's cheek.
“Never. Our little secret, that the Crow's most fearsome First Talon is naught but my baby bird.”
Lucanis gave a sly smile, and they both stifled laughter as Rook carried him up the staircase.
At the bedroom door that Rook directed Neve to, Rook placed Lucanis onto his feet.
Rook smiled down at Lucanis, a bit smugly. Lucanis put an arm past him and leaned his hand against the door, leaning close to Rook. The moment took Rook back two years before, to when Lucanis made his first advance toward Rook in the pantry of the Lighthouse. His smug smile melted into pensiveness.
“I love you,” Rook said quietly.
Lucanis was looking at him with coy, narrow eyes. He rolled onto the balls of his feet enough to reach Rook and bite his lip. Rook winced.
“Is that how it's going to be? Even with a lady for company?” Rook said through his teeth, and jerked Lucanis toward him by his robe to crash into his kiss.
Simultaneously Lucanis leapt up, wrapping his legs around Rook's waist as they kissed, while Rook, one hand supporting Lucanis ass, the other knocking twice then hitting the doorknob and pushing the door open.
“Wow, couldn't wait for me to get started, hey?” Neve said, laying on the bed, reclined on the headboard.
Rook walked over to the foot of the bed and leaned forward, dropping Lucanis beside her, and planted his hands beside Lucanis to continue his kiss, tongue sweeping around Lucanis's and pulling his lips into his.
Rook backed off and sat at the foot of the bed, one leg hanging over the edge, the other curled under him. Lucanis slid back and sat himself up next to Neve. She looked over him with a cocked brow and sly smile.
“He must keep you busy,” she said.
“Enough to share, that is for certain,” said Lucanis with a grin.
Neve chuckled. "Fortunate for me.”
Rook tilted his head and inhaled sharply. “We are the fortunate ones - that you should arrive at our doorstep, in the mood to fuck. Don't wake me if I'm dreaming.”
Neve laughed again. “Come here.”
Rook crawled across the bed toward her, putting himself between her and Lucanis.
“I have always wanted to kiss you,” he said.
“Then kiss me.”
And so he did, leaning in with one arm bent to lower himself - not to trap her underneath him as he had done with Lucanis. He kissed her with small, gentle kisses that she returned in kind. He could feel the tip of his cock pressing against his robe that was draped over his legs. Not dressed to take things slow. He slipped his left hand into the opening of her robe at her sternum and glided his fingers down across her ribs toward her back.
Behind him, Lucanis had propped himself onto an elbow and watched them. He pushed Rook's robe at the shoulder, and with a bit of coordination between them, removed his arms from the sleeves and pushed the fabric down, to fall over the belt that tied it shut- baring his upper body and creating an additional layer around his lower half.
Neve moaned softly into Rook's kiss, placing a hand upon his bare chest and caressing him.
Rook pulled away slightly.
“I remember when that Antaam nearly finished you; Another time we were fortunate for each other's company. You took the hit, and I sealed you up,” she said, running a finger down the length of the scar that ran from his chest to the opposite side of his abdomen, just above his hip where his robe was tied.
“I'd surely be dead without you,” he said, placing a last kiss before raising himself up to sit and take in the view of Lucanis. Propped on his elbow, his robe hung open at the chest, exposing the curves of his muscles and black hair gathered at the crease of his pectorals. His other hand relaxed on his own hip. He was smirking at Rook, as was Neve.
“Well…” said Rook. “Whatever shall we do?”
“Hmm,” said Neve, “This is really more your area of expertise. I think you should take the lead.”
“Well, it is a bit cold now that Lucanis has gone and undressed me,” he said, shooting him a playful scowl. “Perhaps we need more bare skin, to warm me, as we had warmed you.”
“That seems fair,” said Neve, sitting up and tugging her sleeves, freeing her arms, and then her breasts.
Rook looked at Lucanis and stifled a laugh at the look of awe he was trying to hide.
Neve just smiled. “Been awhile since you've seen a pair of breasts, Lucanis? Are breasts even to your liking?” she said, raising her arms at her sides, pressing the fullness of them higher and together.
Rook laughed. “You're going to kill him, Neve.”
“What!?” She exclaimed joyously.
Lucanis shuddered out a breath. “It has… indeed been… awhile. And yes - they are very much to my liking.”
Rook pulled Lucanis by his hand to sit him upright. He opened the collar of his robe and slid the silk down his shoulders so that he then wore it in the same fashion as Rook.
Rook took a moment, drinking in the curves and shadows of his arms, running his hands over them. He took him again by the hand and pulled him gently, while hopping over Neve's outstretched legs. She was between them now and Rook had pulled Lucanis in close. He released his hand and placed his knuckles gently under Neve's chin. Her dark eyes sparkled.
Rook and Neve searched each other's faces, with their lips a hair's width apart.
Rook's eyes were gazing softly down at her lips, when he said, “Lucanis’s turn,” and pulled away.
Lucanis was there in an instant. “Neve,” he muttered, before pressing his lips to hers. One of his arms was under his body, fingers idling caressing her side. His free arm wandered across her, fingertips dragging up her stomach. As he cupped her breast and swept a finger across her nipple, he ground his cock against her and moaned into their kiss.
Rook reached across Neve to squeeze Lucanis's ass, grinding him even harder against Neve's thigh.
Neve turned and kissed Rook - small, nipping kisses - and back to Lucanis who was nearly devouring her, driven by the heat he felt from kneading her breast and circling her nipple which had grown erect, with his thumb.
Rook wandered her body with his free hand, for like Lucanis, his other was under him, as they were both laying on their side, encasing Neve. He ran it down her thigh and up again. He manipulated the silk fabric of her robe while he moved, keeping her intimate body covered. Then he moved his hand over it - not too low, and massaged. She relaxed her knees and spread her legs at the touch.
Rook sat up and lifted her right leg over his shoulder. He caressed and kissed it, the warmth and softness of her thigh, then the cool metal of the cobra, under his lips. All the while her and Lucanis were locked in a hungry kiss. Lucanis's free hand fixated on her breasts - hers stroking his stomach and the other in his hair.
As Rook kissed her leg, he unknotted her robe belt and opened it fully - the purple silk now laying open on the bed beneath her - her body bare.
Rook groaned lustfully and gently lowered her leg. He began kissing his way back up her legs. When he was at her thighs, he kissed her hips. Suddenly Neve's hand was tangled through his hair and she was pressing his head down.
Rook eagerly acquiesced and kissed her clit gently.
Neve moaned and squirmed, pressing her legs as closed as they could with Rook between them. Lucanis, who Rook might have thought was oblivious to all else besides Neve's lips and breasts, finally let up from kneading it and hooked his arm beneath her leg, spreading her wider once again.
Neve whimpered as Rook's kissing persisted - lightly, and alternated with small licks to the spaces between her outer and inner lips.
“Oh Rook,” she said, her voice suddenly much smaller and less intrepid than it had been before. But still, her hand was in his hair and she held it there. Her legs, with a mind of their own, wriggling against his side and in Lucanis's arm.
Rook was losing his senses as he kissed and licked her, moving now from clit to her opening, licking harder and deeper, and sucking with fervor upon her clit.
Her breathing was hard and she was keeling forward. Each gasp let out a higher pitched whimper.
Lucanis was grinning, watching her face - her eyes wide and looking almost worried, darting to meet his, to rolling back as she threw her head back. He held tight to her leg and had sat up enough to free his other hand enough to reach back and stroke her hair. When she looked back to what she could see of Rook, eyes closed and brow pinched - working her - she also caught sight of the ripples of Lucanis's abdomen that were taut from his position now.
“Oh my Gods,” she cried.
Rook pulled away and looked at her.
“Mmmm,” she whined. Lucanis let go of her leg and she immediately crossed her knees, seeking sensation. Her hand darted to her clit and began rubbing circles over herself.
“Rook, you bastard, I was about to cum,” she said with tragic eyes - big, brown and pleading.
“I don't want to exhaust you yet,” he said, coyly, kneeling and taking himself in hand.
She groaned, “Just fuck me already, either of you,” She said, resting her head back on the pillow.
Rook raised a brow to Lucanis.
Lucanis crawled over to Rook and kissed him.
“How do I taste, Lucanis?” Neve asked, biting her lip.
Lucanis deepened his kiss, pressing his tongue deep into Rook's mouth and sucking on his lip as he pulled away.
“Delicious,” he replied to her.
He turned to kneel aligned between Neve's legs, spread wide. Her cunt lay before him, glistening with her own wetness as well as from Rook's mouth.
Lucanis sucked on his lip and moaned. Rook smacked his ass and he snarled, looking at him over his shoulder. Neve giggled and Rook rubbed where he had hit him and moved up to beside Neve's hip to reach his lips.
Lucanis bit his lip hard enough to make him wince and groan. Rook kissed him gently in reply and Lucanis measured his aggression to Rook's tenderness. Meanwhile, he let the tip of his cock press on Neve's slick opening as she continued working her clit.
“Fuck me, Lucanis,” she breathed heavily.
He growled and pressed his hips forward, sliding his length into her as his robe slipped off of him. He gasped and blew out a deep breath, trying to hold on despite the immediate overwhelming pleasure.
“You got this, Luc,” said Rook, giving a parting squeeze to his ass before sliding up to beside Neve's head. She reached out and took hold of his cock, and pulled it toward her. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out - a playful grin playing across her eyes.
Rook bit his lip and accepted the invitation. He sidled up close to her, cock waving above her face, when she caught it in her mouth.
Lucanis was taking it slow, thrusting in and out of her with long strokes. Neve worked her clit with her left hand and grasped Rook's ass by putting it under his cock, between his legs. Rook held his cock with his left hand and had the other resting on his hip.
For a little while everyone was quiet, save for quiet moans of pleasure.
Neve released Rook's cock from mouth, “Mm, harder, Luc,” she said, thrusting her hips toward him. She opened her mouth, tongue out, and looked up to Rook. He smiled down at her and tapped the head of his cock against her tongue a couple of times before sliding it back in. Her lips closed around him and she set to work, sucking him ardently.
Lucanis increased his pace. He lifted her legs one at a time and put them over his chest, her calf and cobra resting on his shoulders. She whimpered, around Rook's cock and pulsed her hips toward Lucanis.
As she neared her precipice again, this time Rook was not going to leave her wanting. He slid his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.
He caressed her jaw and she closed her eyes, pressing her face into his hand as he did.
He kneeled at her stomach and took over where her hand was working herself.
Her hands moved straight to her own breasts, squeezing them as she bucked her hips up into Rook's hand that worked quick, small circles over her clit while Lucanis pounded her.
The room was filled with the wet sloshing of her cunt and her cries as she neared her peak. Lucanis's face was grim, as he held on. Rook wore a scowl of concentration, trying to not break his rhythm despite her writhing body.
She shuddered a gasp and her knees pressed together against Lucanis's chest.
Lucanis pulled out and kissed her ankle as his cock emptied itself across her stomach. Rook sat up and drank in the sight of it all. Neve's hands caressed her body, up and down her stomach and to her chest as she rode out the last sensations of her orgasm.
They all breathed deeply. Lucanis lowered her legs and plunked down beside her, chest heaving while he caught his breath.
“That was fun,” Rook said, stroking her thigh. He leaned over her and in long strokes, licked up Lucanis’s spend until she was clean.
“Oh, I am not done with you. But I do need to catch my breath,” Neve said as he cleaned her. She slid back to lean against the headboard. “Thank you, Rook- such a gentleman,” she said with a playful smirk. ”Luc,” she said, extending her hand to him. He took it and she pulled him gently, guiding him to lay with his head resting on her stomach. She pet his hair, smoothing it away from his face. Their breathing synchronized and a peacefulness enveloped them. Rook idly stroked his cock, his eyes pleasantly watching Lucanis’s tired face.
“Mm, I think I can manage helping you with that,” Neve said, reaching out her opposite hand and taking Rook again by the cock. He laid down beside her with a bent elbow to rest his head on his hand. She pumped him slowly and they smiled at each other.
“So between you and Lucanis - is there a top and a bottom, or do you two switch it up?”
Before Rook could say anything, down from Neve’s stomach, Lucanis answered, “I am the bottom.”
Neve chuckled and continued stroking his hair and massaging his head. “I’d like to see that,” she said.
“We could probably arrange that,” Lucanis said, raising his head and sliding up to sit reclined beside her. His cock lay limp across his hip.
“Maybe while Neve is recovering…” said Rook, thoughtfully. Leaving behind the delicate hand that was holding him, he swung his leg over the both of them and sidled up behind Lucanis. Lucanis tilted his head back. “Always the eager one,” he said as Rook began kissing his neck.
Lucanis reached back and pushed his fingers through Rook's hair - his lips parting as Rook pressed his cock against his ass.
Rook sat up and gently pushed Lucanis over, so that he was laying halfway onto Neve. She resumed petting his head while Rook spread his ass and spat on his hole.
“Gentlemanly?” He asked Neve with a smirk.
“In a way,” she said with a laugh.
Rook laid down behind Lucanis again and pulled his hips toward himself so that they were spooning and Lucanis was pressed against Neve who was still laying on her back. She put her left arm under Lucanis’s neck and pressed his face into her breast while she massaged her fingertips through her hair. Meanwhile, Rook was circling his cock against him, slickening him further with his precum.
“Mierda,” he muttered. One arm was trapped beneath him. With the other he grasped Neve’s waist.
Neve knew Rook had entered him by the press of their hips, as well as Lucanis moving his head back as he gasped lightly.
“Mm, I like that sound,” she said softly.
“It's a personal favorite of mine,” Rook said, low, in the crook of Lucanis's neck.
Between them, there was a lot of hair. Neve could hardly see Rook’s face with the curtain of long white hair that had fallen in front of it, as well as Lucanis's being tangled up as Rook moved his kisses about, between his neck and shoulders, as he fucked him gently.
Subconsciously, Lucanis's hand wandered to Neve's groin. It was still soaking wet. He easily slipped a finger in, the short way the angle allowed, and he curled it in the same rhythm Rook was using inside of him.
Neve moaned and tightened her grip on his hair.
Cozy as it was, with his head on her chest and leg inching closer to be wrapped around her, Neve began to overheat. She slid out from under him, guiding his head onto the bed.
As Neve extracted herself from under him, Rook grabbed Lucanis by the hips and pulled his ass up and angled him to be laying flat on the bed. Lucanis grasped the bed sheets.
Neve watched, with her leg curled under her and her prosthetic extended. She leaned back on one hand and touched herself with the other.
Lucanis’s cheek was pressed against the bed. Though some hair had fallen in front of his face, she could see his flushed cheeks and pinched brow, furrowing a little deeper each time Rook thrust into him.
Rook's lip was curled into a subtle snarl. Neve admired the curves of his arms, outstretched and planted on either of Lucanis. The sides of his abdomen were hard muscles, flexing with each thrust. His head was bowed - white hair gathered on Lucanis's back, contrasting his dark skin beneath.
“Are you hard again, Lucanis?” Rook asked, his breath warm and close between Lucanis's shoulder blades.
“Yes,” he said with a ragged breath.
“Neve,” he said, looking at her, “Think you can take us both?”
She raised an eyebrow and her smirk spread into a bashful grin. “I'd love to try.”
Rook growled and leaned even closer to Lucanis, pressing his stomach against his back and his cock deep within him. He kissed his shoulders.
“Hey, Luc? What do you say?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
Rook slowly slid out of him and gave a parting squeeze and kiss to his beautifully round and muscular ass.
Lucanis sat up, looking exhausted. Yet his cock was indeed ready for another round.
Rook flopped down in front of him and gave his cock a quick suck.
Lucanis put his head in his hand and muttered something inaudible.
Rook looked up to him. He was so flushed. He sat up and kneeled at the same height as him and leaned in close to his ear.
“How are you holding up?” he whispered - not that Neve couldn't hear - rather so that Lucanis knew he was looking for an honest answer.
Lucanis breathed heavily and rolled his cheek into Rook's hand that was already waiting, cupping his face. He held Rook's wrist with his other.
Neve sat patiently, relaxedly pleasing herself.
“I'm good. I'm alright. Overwhelmed. But in a good way. Let's fuck Neve.”
Rook kissed his forehead, and turned to Neve.
Her thick black hair had fallen loosely over shoulder. Leaned back and smirking, she was the very picture of free and easy.
“You boys got it in you? Looking a little tired, Luc,” she teased.
“You have a turn taking Rook's cock in your ass and tell me how you feel afterward,” he said with a smirk and squeezed Rook's ass.
“Sounds like that's the plan,” Neve chuckled.
Rook lied down beside her and they exchanged a few small kisses. Then he slid an arm under her lower back and guided her to lay on him, with her ass over his cock. She rested her head back on his shoulder and tipped her chin to kiss him again.
Lucanis arranged himself to be kneeling between their legs that lay parallel, Neve's over Rook's. He stroked himself as he watched Rook's hand's working between them to line himself up. He dipped his fingers into Neve's soaking crotch and slickened himself. Slowly he pressed into her. Her eyes were rolling back and she was biting her lip.
Lucanis placed his hand on the shaft of Rook's cock, to steady its entry. He also fingered her gently and spread the wetness onto him.
Neve whimpered lightly as he descended halfway and set to rocking into a rhythm.
Lucanis pushed his own dick down and swirled it at her entrance as he gently thumbed her clit.
Confident that Neve knew he was there and had not objected to progressing, Lucanis slid into her. He could feel the channel tightened with Rook's cock against the wall below him.
“Mierda,” he muttered again.
He hooked his arms under her knees and pressed them up, folding them over the crook of his elbows.
His chest was bright red and his brow sweating, but between the excitement of feeling Rook against him and the intense pleasure of her tight cunt, he felt invigorated. He increased his pace and began fucking her hard.
Neve was gasping and making small squeaking sounds with each thrust.
Rook stifled his desire to snap his hips up equally hard as Lucanis was. No - given their position, he maintained a slow and steady pace. He did, however, allow his hands to wander to her breasts. His arms were around her sides and they fit perfectly in his hands. Their pillowy softness was overwhelming. He rolled her nipples lightly between the lengths of his index and middle fingers. He groaned and was losing control - fucking up into her faster than he intended.
Her hand was going wild, circling her clit vigorously as Lucanis was fucking her mercilessly.
“Oh my Gods, oh my Gods,” she was saying, and then biting the back of her free hand before crying out again. “Ah… Ah… Rook… Luc…mmm-” and squeezing her eyes shut and biting her hand once again as her orgasm wracked her body into tremoring shudders.
Rook had come - his thrusting ceased as he slowly softened inside of her - feeling the warmth of his load enveloping him within her.
Lucanis kept fucking her. Rook knew after he had gone hard for a second time, he always lasted an incredibly long time.
“Luc-” Neve breathed heavily.
Rook slid out and out from under Neve.
“Luc, she's all done. Let me suck the absolute shit out of your cock, baby.”
Lucanis pulled out of Neve and grabbed Lucanis by the wrist and pulled him close enough to put his other hand over his head and push him down. With his cock in his mouth, Rook adjusted himself to be lying down, propped on an elbow. He grasped Lucanis's shaft with his free hand and jerked him quickly and sucked hard, with long, deep strokes equally fast.
Lucanis growled. Rook had a flicker of concern that his eyes might have gone purple and that Spite had clawed his way out. But, since spending as much time with Emmrich as he had been, he had been giving Lucanis an exceptional amount of space and privacy. His groans of pleasure were too good to stop now. He pushed the thought away. Trust Lucanis. Trust Spite. His lips were feeling sore and his jaw began to ache but he kept going. Lucanis's broad hand spread across the back of his head and pushed him steadily forward, pressing his cock deep into the back of his throat. His eyes were watering by the time his lips were touching the base of him; his nose in a soft bed of black curls. Lucanis had his hair in a tight fist against his head and ground it against him, pressing and jostling his head slightly. Rook gagged. Lucanis let go and Rook pulled back to catch his breath. He looked up at Lucanis; Beautiful brown eyes, looking almost pained with the amount of pleasure.
“Good Gods, you two…” Neve said, sounding like she was impressed, but also astonished.
Rook set to work again, until finally, with another hard push to the back of his head, forcing him to take him deep into his throat, Lucanis came. Rook gagged and pulled back, but not off completely. He drank him in, looking up into his eyes.
When his cock was done twitching into Rook's mouth, Lucanis collapsed onto the bed.
Rook laid back between him and Neve.
Rook's lips were slightly swollen and pink around the edges from sucking so hard.
Lucanis tried to caress them, but it was a fleeting touch before his hand collapsed at his side.
“Here,” said Neve, sitting up. She raised her palms up and with a soft crackling, suddenly little droplets of water formed at her fingertips. Then they turned icy white as they froze. She smiled mischievously and reached a hand to Lucanis chest. She ran her frosted fingertips up and down his chest and grazed them across his forehead.
“Gods, yes,” said Lucanis, closing his eyes and tipping his head back in supplication.
She did the same to Rook.
“Oh, that is nice.”
Neve grinned.
“I suppose you're all warmed up then?”
“I don't think it gets much hotter than this,” she replied, sweeping a gesture and her gaze across their bodies.
Rook placed his hand on Lucanis's thigh and gave him an assuring squeeze.
“You were right Rook - she killed me,” he said, with a tired voice.
Neve laughed. “I did little more than lay on my back. If you’re suffering, that is your own doing.”
“She’s right,” said Rook, looking at Lucanis. “You were pretty feisty.”
“Feisty? Don’t patronize me,” said Lucanis, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
Rook leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do I need to carry my baby bird back to his own bed?”
Lucanis groaned weakly. “Yes.”
Rook grinned at Neve.
“Is there anything you need, before we give you space for a proper slumber?”
“I think everything has been quite taken care of. Thank you, gentlemen. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight Neve,” said Rook, pecking her on the cheek.
“Goodnight Neve,” Lucanis muttered sleepily.
Rook pushed his arms under Lucanis and collected him. As Rook strode to the door with him in his arms, his eyes opened faintly enough to give a happily resigned smirk.
Rook closed the guest door behind him and carried Lucanis to their own bed.
“Goodnight, baby bird,” he said, kissing his forehead and climbing in next to him, pulling his ass to his hips and wrapping his arms around him.
“Goodnight, my fearsome dragon,” said Lucanis, in the moment before he fell into a deep sleep.