Re: Copper's Corner
"You trust me?" I feel palms skimming my thighs now.
I lock eyes with him, nodding slow. "Yeah."
And suddenly the hands aren't so smooth anymore. I hear a chime as his fingers move and very fine points scrape down my leg. After that, one of those golden claws comes up, etching light across my stomach.
"You're going to give Loki a run for his money."
"Don't know about that. Besides, wouldn't it be better if we weren't competing?"
Cat claws drag up my arms, golden ones along the length of my thighs, both making me shiver. The nip I feel at my shoulder from Loki's teeth makes me jump, which bucks my hips for Matt.
The two of them are merciless. Claws and teeth graze along my skin just shy of bruising, red lines blossoming shortly after the pass of a hand. With Loki's help, Matt sits up, my legs still straddling his, still with him buried inside of me. Except now he can join Loki in nibbling at my ears, my neck, my shoulders.
At some point, while he's kissing me, there's a poke at one of my nipples, which makes me groan against his lips. I can feel the tip of a claw circling around it, the sensation dragging shivers along my spine. Just as I settle into familiarity with that, there's a pinch that has me gripping at his back, my own bowing as a squeal pulls from my throat. It makes me fall back against Loki, who soothes at my shoulders while I come down from that.
Before I can fully catch my breath, I feel it again, this time joined by Loki's fingers around the other one. My hands flail out, gripping at Matt's arms, anything solid to bring me back to reality. It doesn't last long. Loki pulls me back against him, teeth nipping at my throat, fingers still tweaking the nub between them. Given the groans I hear from Matt, the feeling has me rolling my hips again.
There's the scratch of his hands along my arms and I feel fingers and claws wrap around my wrists. He pulls my arms up, circling both with one hand while the other comes down to brush along my cheek. If I try to pull, it'll hurt. I know it. But I can't help but do it anyway, given my reactions to Loki's teasing.
Matt's watching my face now, the very tip of a claw tracing down my chest. The pain grows between my breasts, that sting of a thin cut that barely draws blood. I can feel my eyes pinch, but I keep watching him, daring him to do more. The tip circles around my navel, tickling there with a scrape, and keeps going lower. That's a pain I don't know if I can handle. Eyes slipping closed, I wait for it, body tense despite what Loki's doing.
Instead of metal, I feel skin, the brush of a thumb against the inside of my wrists. He starts to tease as he can reach, the pleasant sensations from below washing through me as a counter to the pain at my chest.
After a few heartbeats, he and Loki trade tasks. My arms tumble around his shoulders as Loki's dip below my waist. Matt teases and pinches while my hips start to move against his again.
It isn't long before I feel my muscles tense around him, his motions growing erratic. Right on the edge, I groan out a "Yes!" before I feel myself tumbling over, clinging to him as I can while both of us ride the pleasure that catches him up as well.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I let my lips brush at his throat, content noises slipping free while we catch our breath. Turning to look, I see Micah and Julian spooned together, lazily teasing one another while they've obviously been watching the three of us.
Boneless, we settle to the bed, Micah getting a kiss, which gets me a purr. Julian catches Matt's hand and kisses the palm of it. As I feel Loki settling behind me, I roll and cuddle with him, my fingers causing him to purr as they brush up and down his back.
"There's a joke to be made there," murmurs Julian.
"So go ahead and say it."
"Nah. I'm more mature than that."
Snorts all around. "Just spit it out, Jules."
"Well, there's a vibrator comment to be made in there somewhere, I just know it."
I flash him a smile over my shoulder. "Honey, you have no idea."
"Oh, really?" He sounds more awake now.
"Mmhmm."
Micah lets out a bit of a noise as Julian insists on changing places with her and I find myself sandwiched again. Loki continues to purr and I can feel him brushing against me.
"I did promise you, didn't I?" I murmur to him.
"You up for it?"
"Always for you."
He purrs again and I find myself urged onto my stomach. Given the extras, Loki's a little more comfortable this way. Matt passes him a packet before rolling off the bed to pad around to Micah's side.
I flash Julian a toothy smile. "You just gonna watch?" I conclude by snapping my teeth at him.
"Depends on if there's something in it for me."
Pushing myself up, Loki and I move back a little. "You'll just have to take that chance, won't you?"
I let Loki guide me to hands and knees, though I keep propped up, watching Julian. Challenging him. As Loki starts to brush against me, my eyes flutter, tongue dragging over my teeth as my lips pull back in a wide smile.
There's a tug in my hair and I find myself looking up at Julian. He's gauging me. Testing. The look he gets back is far from submissive, despite my position. I let a groan rumble against my lips, smirk telling him that he's only wasting time.
And just like that, he's on his knees in front of me. Flashing him a grin, I take him in without hesitation, as deep as I can manage without changing the angle. Given I moan when I do it, he tips his head back and lets out a cry of his own.
The three of us find a rhythm, mostly with my relaxing between the two of them, giving up control for the moment and letting both find their own pleasure. The moans from Loki's thrusts making Julian twitch and the bobs from him which would push me back into the neko.
Nails curling into my hip herald Loki's release and I add a grind to the push of my hips to help urge him over. Julian's taking a bit longer, so I change angles again, taking him deep and sucking on him as much and as hard as I can. Still wanting as Loki finishes, my groan at his withdrawal is changed to a moan as he uses fingers now instead. It doesn't take long from there, given how worked up I was already. And between the moans from that and my attention, I'm soon swallowing Julian down while I feel him twitching against my lips.
We're all spilled onto the bed again after that. Matt cuddles with Micah, who pillows Loki. He and I are back to back and Julian snuggles into my arms with a yawn. Someone manages to find covers and we tangle up in them as much as each other's limbs. Promises and threats of more to come banter around, but we don't truly settle until Micah jokingly murmurs out "Night, John-boy."
"G'night, Sam. G'night, Ralph," comes from me.
"Did someone remember to put the cat out? Ow! Hey!" Julian.
"Try it, asshole," Loki growls, but there's no real malice in it.
"You kids pipe down and go to bed," finally comes from Matt, making us laugh.
True good nights float about the bed, including some kisses and hugs. Very sated, I settle to sleep, though an unknown amount of time later, I feel the bed shift enough to rouse me. Untangling myself from Julian and Loki, I push up, looking around to find Matt padding across the floor.
"You okay?" I call softly.
"Yeah." He turns and flashes me a grin. "Thought I'd grab a shower while I still could."
"Mmm. Good idea." Carefully maneuvering between bodies, I ease off the foot of the bed and pad over to join him. "I enjoyed last night."
His eyes skim over me, lingering in places I know I have marks. His hand comes up and he brushes a knuckle down the center of my chest. "I did, too."
Smiling at him, I turn to glance at our lovers, still nestled in the bed. "I never did properly thank you."
"For what?"
"Micah. Just--"
"Nah, Steph. You didn't need me for that. From what I heard, all you needed was fae liquor and Vivian."
I bap him with the back of my hand. "You know what I mean."
He smiles. "Yeah, I do."
Looking at him, I find myself twitching for something to play between my fingers instead of my impulse to reach out to him. "You know, Micah and I have an agreement."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"It's not cheating if the other's in the bed, too."
He cocks his head a little to the side. "Interesting agreement."
"Yeah. It's worked out pretty good."
"But?"
My fingers slide into his hair, pulling him to me in a kiss that's as much want as it is warmth. "I love her," I whisper when we part. "I love her with all of my heart and soul. And I know you love Julian just as much."
"And if she loves you, she'll understand."
I glance back to the end table across the room. He turns me back, laying another kiss against my lips.
"I'll behave. I promise."
And I know I can trust him to do that. So I let him tug me over to the couch, the two of us stretching out with him on top of me. This time, when I start kissing at his scars, he doesn't tell me to stop. He does draw away enough, though, to lay kisses on each of my snowflakes.
I fight to keep my voice down, not wanting to wake any of the other three, but it's hard. I want him to know how good it feels to have him inside of me, to feel him moving with me. We're a good fit, he and I. So many differences and yet, so alike. This moment changes nothing between us and at the same time, confirms everything that he and I feel.
He takes things slow, his motions easy. It gives us plenty of time to touch and tease, fingers tracing body lines or threading into hair. The tension builds, but there's no urgency to it.
"I'm close," I hear murmured in my ear, feeling him shift to pull away.
For an instant, my legs tighten, keeping us together. My arms wrap around him and I turn, pressing a kiss to his lips. Just as I trust him to stop, I trust him enough to have him not. But promises are made and neither of us likes breaking them.
I press my fist to my lips, muffing the whine I can't help as he pulls away. He picks up his attention immediately with his fingers, but for a brief instant, my body protests that it's not the same, not until he starts making me twinge again. And he's tall enough to lean over me again, muffling my groans with his kisses, especially as they grow higher along with the tension.
It breaks as my back arcs and I pull away to bury my face against his neck. Words soothe as he eases me down, my breath slowing as the world comes into focus again, framed by strands of caramel hair.
"Your turn," I whisper, urging him to trade places with me on the couch. Once he's on his back, I start kissing my way down, taking moments to tease at his nipples or the line of a scar I hadn't noticed before. By the time my lips are around him, he's beyond tense.
It's so tempting to tease. To play and suck and stroke to draw this out as long as I'm able. But he's so close and there was none of that when he was tending to me. Instead, I work my hand against him, moving in time with the bob of my lips. I tease my tongue at the slit, swirling around before going down on him again. Lips tight, I moan down his length as I take him in. It's as I'm pulling back, doing the same, that I feel the twitch that heralds his release and I don't stop until I coax every last bit from him.
His hand at my arm urges me up and I carefully stretch out on top of him. Fingers lazily tickle over my back while my own tangle into his hair.
"Shower?"
"Mmm, I can wait. Go ahead." I pick my head up and smile at him. "That bed's looking comfy again."
He laughs. "All right."
We don't move, though, not for several more minutes. Eventually, we part and I crawl back into bed, settling behind Micah. She stirs a little and rolls to nuzzle against me.
"Love you, beautiful," I whisper, watching her smile.
"Love you, too," she mumbles out. "Always."
I smile, too, and kiss the top of her head. "Always," I echo before drifting off again.