[Fic] Slumber Party (3/3)
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kittydesadeTitle: Slumber Party (3/3)
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Surreal SaDiablo, Daemon Sadi, Samael
Word Count: 3,053
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam decided it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game. With semi-predictable results.
A/N: Look! I finally achieved an ending! I may have to go back and edit so that there's something more like continuity between the parts, but the only way you'll know that is by looking on KittySpace. Nyah.
I may also go back at some point tomorrow, or next weekend since I have another long weekend, and edit fandom tags into all of my fanfiction posts. Or maybe not.
Thought swam up out of sensation. Stickiness over his stomach, his hand, his knee where he'd brushed his hand down, his balls now as he moved to rub the ache away. A different kind of ache behind. Holy hell. Unholy hell.
Daemon had his head down and was panting like a sodden horse. Breath rasping in and out of his chest. He moved up by Surreal and made it half a challenge, not that either of them was in any shape to see it through. They stretched out to either side of her, Sam tucking his head to her hip and Daemon up alongside. He wondered if the other man thought he was claiming her by this. No, Daemon would know better.
"My boys," she murmured, or maybe he only thought she said it, or maybe it was just an echo of a past event come back to haunt him in the similarity, the synchronicity, the symmetry of it all. "My sweet, sweet boys."
He drew his fingers up over her thighs, playing in her curls and then lower with easy familiarity. It wasn't meant to pleasure, or not as a primary intention anyway. Her gasps and the sharpness of her breaths was a lovely side effect. The touch, the contact, the shiver of flesh he knew so well.
Daemon's fingers trailed down the line of his jaw and opened his eyes again out of shock and surprise.
They were exploring something new here, his eyes told him. A wary kind of a truce, born in sexuality, nurtured in the afterglow. The origins of their nakedness and hard-ons had been lost in the fog. He couldn't quite remember unless he concentrated (which he didn't want to do) how they'd gotten here, but if Daemon was touching him in that way he wasn't about to fail in responding.
Nor was he letting up on Surreal, fingers going faster as he leaned over her to kiss the other man with a confirmed softness. Felt the knuckles of Daemon's hand brush over her breast underneath them as they kissed. It came to him in a flash and surge of writhing bodies as he brought her again with his fingers.
No words, either with lips or with mind. He started her gently at her shoulders, brushing his fingertips over his lips and licking every inch of her before dropping the kiss from fingers to her mouth. She threw him a questioning glance over her shoulder, but rolled to face Daemon and rest one arm around his waist. There was the usual moment of possessiveness. It passed easily enough.
Sam stretched out against her back, nipping at the back of her shoulder and grinning against her skin in such a way that he knew she would feel it. Knew she would feel him pressed up against her backside, still more than again aroused by their actions. She wriggled back against him with a soft little laugh for his nudges. Daemon was still looking at him curiously.
And even now, he didn't want to say it.
His fingers curled around the other man's cock, stroking it with care and even love. Love enough to make him press his mouth into Surreal's rather than say something, he knew it was for that reason, knew it in the surge of emotion that pulsed through Sam as well and left him reeling in the aftermath. His fingers stroked along Daemon's shaft. Curled and tightened, flexed, fingertips pressing down to rub over his balls and between his legs. Gently pull him closer. Urging him inside.
Surreal helped, feeling what he was about more than seeing. She moved till her hips were aligned with his and threw one leg over his and he never had a chance. Sam felt her shiver as he entered her, finding her wet and quite willing, pressed against her behind for either encouragement or to feel him through her. Or both. God, the sound of it, the smell.
There was no rhythm or artistry to it beyond what they brought naturally, which was, even so, considerable. Daemon thrust into her and she rocked herself over him, and Sam's fingers clutched at the other man's hip while he rubbed himself between her, never penetrating, not this night. God, he was hard enough to want to and after the first few moments she was slick enough that he could have, but not like that. He could almost feel the tip of Daemon's cock, could imagine it thrusting into him as he thrust into her.
Her hand wriggled underneath them until she caught ahold of his and laced her fingers through, squeezing tight. A warning, such as it was. Just before the familiar cry, not soft this time but lusty and giving. Daemon's last few thrusts were sharp and uncontrolled, and Sam's fingers slipped between his legs just in time to catch the sticky remainder. The feel of it, hot and hotter, both of them over his fingers, sent him over the edge and shuddering against her. And then it was just breathing, just catching their breath and working their way out of the slightly awkward position they had managed. Good for in the mood, not so good when out of it.
Sam liked this position, at least, snuggled up against her back. He made a soft sound of protest when she moved, tightening his arm around her waist.
"We're going to be awfully cold in a minute," she pointed out. Her voice sounded rough and ill-used, but there was laughter in it.
"Mmph," Sam replied, gesturing a blanket over them, and then another.
Daemon had stood and got the blanket tangled around his waist when he started to move away, blinking a little. More surprised at the looks on their faces as they raised their heads to protest his departure.
"Are you sure?"
Not, Sam thought, that he cared as much what he thought as for her comfort. She nodded.
"I'm sure."
Daemon sighed as he bedded back down with them, curling into her. One hand reached over her hip and Sam caught it in his own, thumb stroking over his palm. From sex to security, nothing unfamiliar. That was the way it went.
That was the way they fell asleep, curled around each other, holding tightly to each other's hands.
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Surreal SaDiablo, Daemon Sadi, Samael
Word Count: 3,053
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam decided it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game. With semi-predictable results.
A/N: Look! I finally achieved an ending! I may have to go back and edit so that there's something more like continuity between the parts, but the only way you'll know that is by looking on KittySpace. Nyah.
I may also go back at some point tomorrow, or next weekend since I have another long weekend, and edit fandom tags into all of my fanfiction posts. Or maybe not.
Thought swam up out of sensation. Stickiness over his stomach, his hand, his knee where he'd brushed his hand down, his balls now as he moved to rub the ache away. A different kind of ache behind. Holy hell. Unholy hell.
Daemon had his head down and was panting like a sodden horse. Breath rasping in and out of his chest. He moved up by Surreal and made it half a challenge, not that either of them was in any shape to see it through. They stretched out to either side of her, Sam tucking his head to her hip and Daemon up alongside. He wondered if the other man thought he was claiming her by this. No, Daemon would know better.
"My boys," she murmured, or maybe he only thought she said it, or maybe it was just an echo of a past event come back to haunt him in the similarity, the synchronicity, the symmetry of it all. "My sweet, sweet boys."
He drew his fingers up over her thighs, playing in her curls and then lower with easy familiarity. It wasn't meant to pleasure, or not as a primary intention anyway. Her gasps and the sharpness of her breaths was a lovely side effect. The touch, the contact, the shiver of flesh he knew so well.
Daemon's fingers trailed down the line of his jaw and opened his eyes again out of shock and surprise.
They were exploring something new here, his eyes told him. A wary kind of a truce, born in sexuality, nurtured in the afterglow. The origins of their nakedness and hard-ons had been lost in the fog. He couldn't quite remember unless he concentrated (which he didn't want to do) how they'd gotten here, but if Daemon was touching him in that way he wasn't about to fail in responding.
Nor was he letting up on Surreal, fingers going faster as he leaned over her to kiss the other man with a confirmed softness. Felt the knuckles of Daemon's hand brush over her breast underneath them as they kissed. It came to him in a flash and surge of writhing bodies as he brought her again with his fingers.
No words, either with lips or with mind. He started her gently at her shoulders, brushing his fingertips over his lips and licking every inch of her before dropping the kiss from fingers to her mouth. She threw him a questioning glance over her shoulder, but rolled to face Daemon and rest one arm around his waist. There was the usual moment of possessiveness. It passed easily enough.
Sam stretched out against her back, nipping at the back of her shoulder and grinning against her skin in such a way that he knew she would feel it. Knew she would feel him pressed up against her backside, still more than again aroused by their actions. She wriggled back against him with a soft little laugh for his nudges. Daemon was still looking at him curiously.
And even now, he didn't want to say it.
His fingers curled around the other man's cock, stroking it with care and even love. Love enough to make him press his mouth into Surreal's rather than say something, he knew it was for that reason, knew it in the surge of emotion that pulsed through Sam as well and left him reeling in the aftermath. His fingers stroked along Daemon's shaft. Curled and tightened, flexed, fingertips pressing down to rub over his balls and between his legs. Gently pull him closer. Urging him inside.
Surreal helped, feeling what he was about more than seeing. She moved till her hips were aligned with his and threw one leg over his and he never had a chance. Sam felt her shiver as he entered her, finding her wet and quite willing, pressed against her behind for either encouragement or to feel him through her. Or both. God, the sound of it, the smell.
There was no rhythm or artistry to it beyond what they brought naturally, which was, even so, considerable. Daemon thrust into her and she rocked herself over him, and Sam's fingers clutched at the other man's hip while he rubbed himself between her, never penetrating, not this night. God, he was hard enough to want to and after the first few moments she was slick enough that he could have, but not like that. He could almost feel the tip of Daemon's cock, could imagine it thrusting into him as he thrust into her.
Her hand wriggled underneath them until she caught ahold of his and laced her fingers through, squeezing tight. A warning, such as it was. Just before the familiar cry, not soft this time but lusty and giving. Daemon's last few thrusts were sharp and uncontrolled, and Sam's fingers slipped between his legs just in time to catch the sticky remainder. The feel of it, hot and hotter, both of them over his fingers, sent him over the edge and shuddering against her. And then it was just breathing, just catching their breath and working their way out of the slightly awkward position they had managed. Good for in the mood, not so good when out of it.
Sam liked this position, at least, snuggled up against her back. He made a soft sound of protest when she moved, tightening his arm around her waist.
"We're going to be awfully cold in a minute," she pointed out. Her voice sounded rough and ill-used, but there was laughter in it.
"Mmph," Sam replied, gesturing a blanket over them, and then another.
Daemon had stood and got the blanket tangled around his waist when he started to move away, blinking a little. More surprised at the looks on their faces as they raised their heads to protest his departure.
"Are you sure?"
Not, Sam thought, that he cared as much what he thought as for her comfort. She nodded.
"I'm sure."
Daemon sighed as he bedded back down with them, curling into her. One hand reached over her hip and Sam caught it in his own, thumb stroking over his palm. From sex to security, nothing unfamiliar. That was the way it went.
That was the way they fell asleep, curled around each other, holding tightly to each other's hands.