[Fic] Slumber Party (2//)
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kittydesadeTitle: Slumber Party (2/?)
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Surreal SaDiablo, Daemon Sadi, Samael
Word Count: 2,000+
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam decided it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game. With semi-predictable results.
It was the gasp from Surreal that made them pull apart, both of them looking at her. Concern swam up through layers of lust and violence and excitement. He had to drag thought into it somehow, although Daemon's proximity was making it hard. He was so hot, shining with new sweat and a beautiful palette of black and gold and crimson and flesh. Tasty flesh. Surreal was speaking, or at least making noises.
"…Darkness be merciful…" She was leaning forward, as though she would crawl to them, and he could tell that they all three of them had forgotten about the game.
Daemon leaned back and smirked, the kind of gesture Sam would have made if he'd thought of it first. There was a little of revenge in the way he tipped over sideways, laying his cheek on the other man's thigh and feeling the muscle tense beneath him, more so as he trailed his fingertips down his leg.
"What?" his voice held injured innocence, then a purr. "See something you like?"
Fingers slid through his hair, making him roll till the back of his head was just above Daemon's knee. The other man was looking down at him with laughter in his eyes, and Sam wondered who was playing who, here.
"I think she does," he said, before his mouth closed over Sam's and his tongue was pushing into his mouth, taking him with dizzying pressure.
He didn't question Daemon's sudden change of heart or mood. Hate could turn to lust in the blink of an eye, he knew that so very well. And this was so very intense, between the two of them, his fist in Daemon's hair and their mouths together so tightly that they almost clacked teeth together. It was hard, brutal.
As brutal as the hand down his thigh was soft. And smaller. Not Daemon's hand. Well, then they had all changed the game, and he reached out to slide his fingers through hers.
He broke the kiss to smile into her eyes, feeling the warmth of her smile in return, a question and answer that passed through them before he could even find the words to voice his desire. It was all right. She was all right, and he sat up to pull her into his arms and transfer the swelling of the kiss to her lips.
Daemon's fingertips dug into his shoulder as the other man settled behind him, Daemon's teeth in his neck. Like a vampire. He hissed into the kiss and heard Surreal swatting him somewhere, unsure whether it was somewhere he'd wanted to be swatted or more rebuke than ramping up the desire. There was a growl just behind his ear, but the bite turned to nuzzling. Fingers slid over his thigh, between his legs. He had to fight to keep still enough to kiss her, moaning into her mouth.
"You two are very, very naughty boys." Said in tones, of course, of one who didn't mind at all.
Sam murmured a protest as she leaned back, gently pushing him further into Daemon's arms. "But…"
"No," she shook a finger at him, smirking. "I think you two should settle this on your own."
Oh. Oh.
Surreal leaned back against the cushions as he settled into Daemon's embrace, feeling the heat of his breath over his neck as lips returned to suckle down at the join of his shoulder. It had, he realized, been Daemon's hand between his legs. Was still between his legs, fingers working a little clumsily at an unfamiliar fastening. He gasped again, relaxing and pliant into the other man. Dominance struggles could come later.
And she certainly seemed to be enjoying them getting along. Without a struggle, understanding after another moment of question and answer that Sam was complaint and submissive out of his own choice, and not any kind of intimidation or coercion on Daemon's part.
Well, there was the illusion of coercion. Forceful hands on his shoulders, on his body, stripping him slow and running over his skin. Daemon was a quick learner, pausing only for a second at every flinch or flicker of muscle under skin. He memorized every one of Sam's responses and when his fingertips played over him again it was to tease all the sensitive spots over his chest, down his back, till he was in a sweat and harder than he thought he could stand.
Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back. He was on his hands and knees by now and only half remembered getting there through the steam. This kind of force told him what Daemon wanted.
"Please…" God, he wanted it too. "Please."
"Please…?" There was a cruel bite to his voice, made Surreal's eyes widen in what looked like the memory of fear behind the arousal. Well, that wasn't unexpected, though there was a story there he thought he wanted to know.
"Please… fuck me." Fingertips down the underside of his shaft, fingernails clawing at him just hard enough. He almost screamed. "Please."
He understood why in a moment, when there was more begging, words dropping down like stones from his lips because all he could feel was Daemon's hands bringing him to the edge again and again, the press of just the tip of his cock at his hole, teasing. Rubbing slickness over him, not enough that it wouldn't be harsh the first
time
oh god
he pushed in and Sam's head flew back, crying out. Daemon was bigger or he was tighter than he had expected and it did hurt, but oh god the pain felt so good. Working his way in him, through him, fingers digging into his hips and nothing but violent pounding thrusts fast and insistent now. He pushed back just to stay upright and did scream, eyes closed, flung over the edge and hot juices searing through him and spilling all over their hands joined on his cock. Daemon went a moment later, and they had to collapse.
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Surreal SaDiablo, Daemon Sadi, Samael
Word Count: 2,000+
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam decided it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game. With semi-predictable results.
It was the gasp from Surreal that made them pull apart, both of them looking at her. Concern swam up through layers of lust and violence and excitement. He had to drag thought into it somehow, although Daemon's proximity was making it hard. He was so hot, shining with new sweat and a beautiful palette of black and gold and crimson and flesh. Tasty flesh. Surreal was speaking, or at least making noises.
"…Darkness be merciful…" She was leaning forward, as though she would crawl to them, and he could tell that they all three of them had forgotten about the game.
Daemon leaned back and smirked, the kind of gesture Sam would have made if he'd thought of it first. There was a little of revenge in the way he tipped over sideways, laying his cheek on the other man's thigh and feeling the muscle tense beneath him, more so as he trailed his fingertips down his leg.
"What?" his voice held injured innocence, then a purr. "See something you like?"
Fingers slid through his hair, making him roll till the back of his head was just above Daemon's knee. The other man was looking down at him with laughter in his eyes, and Sam wondered who was playing who, here.
"I think she does," he said, before his mouth closed over Sam's and his tongue was pushing into his mouth, taking him with dizzying pressure.
He didn't question Daemon's sudden change of heart or mood. Hate could turn to lust in the blink of an eye, he knew that so very well. And this was so very intense, between the two of them, his fist in Daemon's hair and their mouths together so tightly that they almost clacked teeth together. It was hard, brutal.
As brutal as the hand down his thigh was soft. And smaller. Not Daemon's hand. Well, then they had all changed the game, and he reached out to slide his fingers through hers.
He broke the kiss to smile into her eyes, feeling the warmth of her smile in return, a question and answer that passed through them before he could even find the words to voice his desire. It was all right. She was all right, and he sat up to pull her into his arms and transfer the swelling of the kiss to her lips.
Daemon's fingertips dug into his shoulder as the other man settled behind him, Daemon's teeth in his neck. Like a vampire. He hissed into the kiss and heard Surreal swatting him somewhere, unsure whether it was somewhere he'd wanted to be swatted or more rebuke than ramping up the desire. There was a growl just behind his ear, but the bite turned to nuzzling. Fingers slid over his thigh, between his legs. He had to fight to keep still enough to kiss her, moaning into her mouth.
"You two are very, very naughty boys." Said in tones, of course, of one who didn't mind at all.
Sam murmured a protest as she leaned back, gently pushing him further into Daemon's arms. "But…"
"No," she shook a finger at him, smirking. "I think you two should settle this on your own."
Oh. Oh.
Surreal leaned back against the cushions as he settled into Daemon's embrace, feeling the heat of his breath over his neck as lips returned to suckle down at the join of his shoulder. It had, he realized, been Daemon's hand between his legs. Was still between his legs, fingers working a little clumsily at an unfamiliar fastening. He gasped again, relaxing and pliant into the other man. Dominance struggles could come later.
And she certainly seemed to be enjoying them getting along. Without a struggle, understanding after another moment of question and answer that Sam was complaint and submissive out of his own choice, and not any kind of intimidation or coercion on Daemon's part.
Well, there was the illusion of coercion. Forceful hands on his shoulders, on his body, stripping him slow and running over his skin. Daemon was a quick learner, pausing only for a second at every flinch or flicker of muscle under skin. He memorized every one of Sam's responses and when his fingertips played over him again it was to tease all the sensitive spots over his chest, down his back, till he was in a sweat and harder than he thought he could stand.
Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back. He was on his hands and knees by now and only half remembered getting there through the steam. This kind of force told him what Daemon wanted.
"Please…" God, he wanted it too. "Please."
"Please…?" There was a cruel bite to his voice, made Surreal's eyes widen in what looked like the memory of fear behind the arousal. Well, that wasn't unexpected, though there was a story there he thought he wanted to know.
"Please… fuck me." Fingertips down the underside of his shaft, fingernails clawing at him just hard enough. He almost screamed. "Please."
He understood why in a moment, when there was more begging, words dropping down like stones from his lips because all he could feel was Daemon's hands bringing him to the edge again and again, the press of just the tip of his cock at his hole, teasing. Rubbing slickness over him, not enough that it wouldn't be harsh the first
time
oh god
he pushed in and Sam's head flew back, crying out. Daemon was bigger or he was tighter than he had expected and it did hurt, but oh god the pain felt so good. Working his way in him, through him, fingers digging into his hips and nothing but violent pounding thrusts fast and insistent now. He pushed back just to stay upright and did scream, eyes closed, flung over the edge and hot juices searing through him and spilling all over their hands joined on his cock. Daemon went a moment later, and they had to collapse.