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Sudden Storms	By : dragovianknight Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 5335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angelo
had always enjoyed the challenge of kissing, enjoyed seeing what he could
achieve using only mouth against mouth, lips and teeth and tongue making
promises about what they could do if granted access to other portions of his
partner's anatomy. In this area, at least, he was as adept at keeping promises
as at making them.
Nonetheless,
Jessica's response to him the previous night had been a pleasant surprise,
passion flaring as if it had needed only an excuse to be set free, still
smoldering in her eyes after they'd parted. The moment he'd seen her on the
stairs, he'd wanted to test whether he could summon that response from her
again; judging from Jessica's soft cry as he tasted the softness of her bottom
lip, nipping gently, tracing the sensitive skin with his tongue, he was accomplishing
everything he'd hoped.
In
more ways than one, a glance to the side revealed. Eight was transfixed by the
display, just as he had been the night before.
"I
think we should take this to the bedroom," Angelo said against Jessica's
cheek.
Jessica
shuddered a little at his breath caressing her skin, a small, pleased sound
emerging from her throat. "I think you're right." She opened her
eyes, looked at Eight, then away, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. She
didn't object; he hadn't expected her to, not the way she'd been looking at
Eight when he came up the stairs, how she trembled and leaned into his touch
now.
Angelo
turned his head to look fully at Eight, who was even more flushed than Jessica,
his breath coming quick and eager. It took the other man a moment to gather his
wits enough to realize he was being watched; when he did, Angelo said,
"We're in agreement then?"
Eight
didn't precisely answer, but his breath caught and his eyes widened, sweeping
again over Jessica, lingering on the place where Angelo's fingers rested
against her breast, and Angelo trusted him to follow them back to Jessica's
room.
Jessica
tensed when the door to the room closed; for a moment, doubt pushed aside the
desire in her eyes. "Are you all right?" Angelo asked, keeping his
voice too low for Eight to hear.
"I
don't...both of you, I don't..." She faltered and looked up at him,
not quite meeting his eyes, so that he couldn't tell if she was begging for
reassurance or rescue.
"I
won't let you be hurt," he said, surprised by just how much he meant the
promise. "If you don't want..."
"I'd
hardly have let the two of you in here if I didn't want," she said;
her voice shook slightly, but now her eyes met his, steady and defiant.
"Then
I'm the last person to try to dissuade you," he replied, settling his
hands on her shoulders, kneading away the hints of tension he found there. She
sighed, her eyes closing, and he kissed her again, half afraid the mad impulse
carrying them along had been lost.
There
was only a moment's hesitation before her lips parted, her arms went around his
neck and she pressed against him, so close he could barely think for wanting
her. It was tempting to forget Eight was there, standing unobtrusively by the
door, to focus solely on Jessica and his own need. But Eight was there,
watching and helpless and hungry, an opportunity that might never come
again if he let it pass.
"If
you're sure," he murmured when they finally parted, "I think I ought
to keep Eight from bolting before we're ready for him."
She giggled, and glanced
over her shoulder to where Eight was still frozen by the door. No secret
he's been enjoying the show, Angelo thought
wryly, for all his eyes look ready to pop out of his head. Goddess, how
he stayed so damned innocent growing up in a castle, when I couldn't manage it
in an abbey, is beyond me.
Eight
didn't seem to register Angelo's approach, his gaze still fixed on Jessica;
Angelo turned enough when he reached Eight's side to see that she was in the
process of removing her blouse. Her back wasn't quite to them, and when she
stretched her arms up to pull the fabric over her head Eight made a tiny
choking noise.
"Spectacular,
isn't she?" Angelo moved between Eight and the door, watching Jessica over
Eight's shoulder. "She's even more amazing close up."
It
took a moment, but Eight managed to tear his gaze away from Jessica and look
back at Angelo. "I shouldn't be here," he whispered, his voice
ragged. "It's not...not..."
"Nonsense."
Angelo rested his hands on Eight's shoulders; his clothing was damp from his
foray into the rain, but he'd been back inside long enough that he was warm
beneath Angelo's palms. "She wants you here." He leaned closer, so
that Eight shuddered at the touch of breath against his cheek. "I want you
here."� Eight wasn't turned quite enough to grant easy access to his mouth;
Angelo ducked his head to lightly nip the skin beneath his ear, then whispered,
"You want to be here, don't you?"
Eight
made that sound again, and Angelo's hands slid down Eight's arms, taking the
long gold jacket with them. The fabric hung on Eight's belt; Angelo took the
excuse to wrap his arms around� the other man, unfastened the belt, leather and
metal and useless cloth dropping unheeded to the floor while Angelo slid his
hands lower, until Eight moaned and pressed into his touch.
Jessica
was watching them, now; Angelo knew it without looking, but still flicked his
gaze toward her while his lips followed the side of Eight's neck to his
shoulder, and his hands worked beneath the blue tunic to unfasten Eight's
trousers. No more coy half-turn; she faced them with lips slightly parted, bare
breasts moving enticingly with each quick breath.
As
avid an audience as Eight was, Angelo
thought. It would be a shame for her to miss any of the show.
He
resisted the temptation of Eight's cock, straining against his half-open
trousers, and instead caught the edge of the tunic. "Can't leave you
over-dressed," he explained to Eight's faint protest, and tugged the tunic
over his head, divesting him of the bandana at the same time. Then he ran his
hands down Eight's bare chest, watching Jessica follow the circuitous path he
was tracing on Eight's skin.
"Angelo..."
Eight squirmed back against him; like Jessica, he was far past embarrassment.
"Shh."
He finally relented, sliding his hands down the flat plane of Eight's stomach,
pushing his trousers down and wrapping one hand around his erection. He kept
his touch light at first, teasing, tormenting, acutely aware of the heat of
Eight's body tight against his, of Jessica's rapt attention and the sway of her
breasts.
Distraction,
distraction.
He
forced his attention away from his growing need, from the pleasant shift and
press of Eight's backside against his groin as Eight squirmed impatiently. He
raised his gaze to Jessica's face, focused only on the play of desire across
her features as she watched his hand on Eight's cock. The rest of his attention
was on the soft skin he was stroking, the inarticulate sounds that told him
when he'd gotten pace and pressure just right.
It
was no surprise when Eight stiffened just a few moments later, spilling hot and
sticky over Angelo's hand, then sagging back into Angelo's hold. Angelo held
him until his legs and breathing both steadied, until he finally went still
with a different kind of tension, the kind that meant he was thinking again.
"Jessica
seems to be ready for us," Angelo said, hoping to divert Eight from
whatever doubts were stirring, "and I suspect we'll regret it if we keep
her waiting."
"I...I'm
not...I shouldn't...Goddess, I don't..."
Angelo
half smiled and saved him from having to actually complete a� sentence.
"Never disappoint a lady, my friend."
He
glanced up at Jessica, and after a moment she crossed the distance between
them. The look in her eyes was more resolution than desire, as if she'd made up
her mind to go through with this whether she wanted to or not, which troubled
him even though he suspected it was how Jessica dealt with anything that made
her nervous. Still, only a madman would want to dissuade her, even if he could.
Far better to ensure she enjoyed herself.
Then
she slid her arms around Eight, kissing him with an intensity that made
Angelo's cock ache, and he decided ensuring her enjoyment wouldn't be a
problem, either.
He
took advantage of their distraction, rinsing his hands clean in the basin in
the corner. He returned to run his fingers lightly up Jessica's back; she
gasped at his cool, damp skin against hers, pressing her head back when he
cupped her neck.
It
was all the invitation Angelo needed to kiss her, lips nipping at the side of
her throat; he reached out to pull Eight closer when the other man would have
retreated. For a moment, he kept his grip firm on Eight's forearm, then let his
hand trail down until his fingers were twined with Eight's and he could guide their
hands to Jessica's bare breast.
She
gasped when they touched her, leaning against Angelo for support, her own hand
coming up to cover theirs. She was trembling, muscles tensing beneath the hand
he'd shifted from her neck to her back, but now her expression and ragged
breathing assured Angelo that her response was prompted only by passion, not
fear.
"Bed,"
he whispered against her neck, and shifted so that his arms were around both of
them, maneuvering them in the direction they wanted to go. The bed wasn't
really large enough for all of them, yet they managed, Jessica on her back in
the middle, Eight and Angelo on either side, close enough that it was natural,
easy, inevitable that they should touch each other as well as her.
Jessica
moaned softly as Angelo circled his tongue around her nipple, delighting in the
texture of the rigid� flesh, while his hand slid up her stomach, fingertips
tracing delicate lines across her skin. Eight stroked her other breast, pressed
soft kisses down the line of her shoulder.
Angelo
thought he was being entirely too reserved.
He
caught Eight's hand, covered it, squeezed gently. Jessica made a breathy sound
of protest when Angelo raised his head to kiss Eight's sword-callused palm.
Then
Angelo moved Eight's hand between Jessica's legs, and her back arched in
pleasure at their combined touch.
It
was almost too much, the way Jessica trembled between them, head pressed back
into the pillow, soft, breathy sounds escaping her lips as Angelo deftly guided
Eight's explorations of her body. His cock ached and demanded until he was
nearly shaking as well, with the effort of not doing anything that might break
the spell weaving the three of them together.
He
withdrew his fingers from Jessica's heat, leaving her to Eight's
rapidly-emboldening touch, and slid off the too-narrow bed.
A
moment later, he was kneeling on the floor behind Eight, tracing patterns on
the small of his back, kissing the length of his spine. He pressed his hand
against Eight's hip, urged him toward Jessica. Face flushed, Eight knelt
between her spread thighs; Angelo's hand, still wet from her, ran lightly over
Eight's hard cock. Eight let out a wordless cry, hips bucking into Angelo's
touch, and Angelo smiled, again guiding him as he entered her. Jessica arched
up, eager and welcoming, and the sight of her - them - finally undid both his
self control and his good intentions.
He
sprawled across the bed to kiss her, hand fumbling with his trousers. Her teeth
had sunk into her lip; a hint of blood greeted him when his tongue slipped into
her mouth. He closed his eyes, lost himself in taste and sound and scent,
effortlessly catching their rhythm and stroking himself in time to it. His
mouth left hers, traced hot, wet trails over sweat-slick skin; her arm went
around him, holding him close, fingers echoing the patterns he was making.
He
felt Jessica's breath catch, felt muscles tense and strain upward. A moment
later she cried out, her hand clawing at Angelo's back, tangling in his hair. The
sound, the hint of pain, went straight to Angelo's cock; he turned his head,
pillowed against Jessica's breast, enough to see Eight's final, erratic
thrusts, and� his own body tightened and shuddered with release.
Eight
sank down, listing a bit toward Angelo, who shifted as much as he could with
Jessica's fingers still twined in his hair. We'll need to find an inn with
larger beds, Angelo thought as they settled into an awkward tangle. Or
at least give our arrangements a bit more consideration next time.
The
thought gave him a moment's pause. Next time had always been a matter
more of necessity than desire - Simpleton was a small town with few visitors -
and since leaving the abbey he had reveled in the lack of next times
rather than regretted them. He had, after all, barely begun to sample the
pleasures the world had to offer.
And yet.
He
sighed and shifted, wrapping his arms around them both. The storm was still
raging; it was entirely possible that next time would happen in this very room,
assuming they both were willing. Giving it a bit of thought was hardly the same
as tying himself to them for life.
And
if they were willing, there were certainly worse ways to wait out a storm.
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