Total PWP orgy for oldestbeloved and <user site="livejournal.c

[flaith_meallacach]

Midir had picked out which empty bedroom they were to occupy, and, much to his dismay, Keelia had insisted on tagging along. Something about Christmas wishes, and that rather naughty glint in her eye was more disturbing than a lot of things.

He knew she'd slept with Sam before, and fine, they were involved in a three-way relationship as well, so it wasn't like he'd never seen her with another man, but he and Michael were careful with her. They didn't want to hurt her. They kept the rougher games to themselves and so why exactly was she coming along with him and Sam?

Sam was upset by the story. Anyone could see that and what he needed was liable to turn dark and Midir didn't want her seeing that side of them. She shouldn't have to deal with that sort of behavior.

But Keelia was stubborn and gave him a look, and tried to explain that she'd seen it before. That she knew. That the first time she and Sam had been together had not been gentle, but there was only so much she could tell him before he looked like he didn't believe her and maybe, just maybe that was the Christmas wish. To break the pedestal he had her on and finally be free of it so he'd actually see her.

Or maybe it was just because the mere idea of Sam and Midir was hot and she wanted to see.

Midir looked rather suspiciously at her about that, but she just beamed and settled on the bed to wait for Sam.

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[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Sam laced his fingers through Midir's, squeezing his hand gently as a surge of gratitude slipped through. Mouthing the words 'thank you' against Keelia's mouth as he kissed her.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

There was no need to thank either of them, and Keelia nipped his accessible lip in playful reproof. They were here. They should make that clear more often.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He chuckled, teasing the tip of his tongue over her lip, making a pleased little playful growl at the nipping. His fingertips brushed over the back of Midir's hand, snuggling into them.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Keelia laughed softly at the growl, remembering when it had been less playful, and the memory made her deepen the kiss with a fierce breathlessness.

Midir played over Sam's chest, lips trailing up the back of his neck, tongue and teeth working together.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Her sudden ferocity made him gasp, fingers sliding to curl and tighten in Midir's hair. One leg slid around hers, pulling her closer. This, here, right now, and he wanted to be touched. So achingly bad, and all over.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Midir growled a bit in response to the tight fingers, nipping sharply at Sam's neck, while Keelia shivered and pressed herself closer to him, her hands sliding over his chest, pushing his shirt off.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Something severed at the bite, some restraint or, well, something. He wriggled out of his shirt and his skin was already heated and slightly damp underneath, pulling Keelia close, almost brutally so, and kissing her fiercely.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Keelia gasped, moaning just a little into his mouth, nails digging into his chest in response as she returned the kiss.

Midir smirked, lips drifting lower.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

The pressure, and the edge of pain made prickles along his skin. Made him growl a little as he kissed her, writhing between them. His fingers curled around her arm, claiming her, at least for the moment. Midir was likely next, as soon as he came within more comfortable reach.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

The growl made her shiver, pin pricks of sensation along her skin as she responded with teeth to his lip, almost vicious, and a soft growling sound of her own.

Midir pulled back to watch them as his fingers lazily drifted around Sam's waistband, then down over him, light and teasing, then with more pressure.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His mouth opened for hers, hips jerking into, against Midir's hand slightly, twitching at the sensation. At the welcome pressure. Heat building up on itself at the implicit promise, one hand sliding down Keelia's back and blatantly groping her ass.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

She wriggled against him slowly, a soft undulation of her hips that rocked between his side and his hand, her lips and tongue tangling with his. Midir undid his pants with a wicked grin, his lips sliding down his stomach teasingly.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His skin was flushed, sensation sliding over and around him and teasing almost as much in combination as each separate touch by itself. He pressed the kiss a little more insistantly, wriggling against them, wanting something, god, something. Someone to touch him, or fuck him.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Keelia moaned, flushing at the heat, locking one leg over his, letting her skirt ride up a bit. That they'd let her be involved was still making her head spin a bit, and with Sam there, it was likely Midir wouldn't be so damn careful.

Midir slid one hand up her leg as he tugged Sam's pants down, tongue licking back up his leg as his other hand finally stroked over him.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Sam's head jerked back slightly at that, breaking the kiss to groan, pleading underneath. God, that felt so good. He wanted more. Fingers digging into Keelia slightly, demanding.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Keelia's hand slid to join Midir's, stroking over him in turn, finding their own rhythm. Freed from his, her lips wandered down his neck, biting sharply more than once as she pressed against him, just as demanding.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He groaned, rocking between their hands. His fingers dug into her hip for a second, slid over her thigh, over her ass. Teasing, playing at penetrating her there, never actually pressing in.

But god, now he wanted to. Badly. Bad enough that he let it uncoil into them, how much he wanted to fuck her that way, how heady it was, their hands on him.

[ooc: Kills LJ so dead]

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Midir might've given him a slightly shocked look at that, but Keelia pressed back against his fingers, remembering, teeth digging into his neck, fingers tightening around his cock.

The sight seemed to penetrate something in Midir's head and his fingers dug into her skin almost cruelly, enough to leave an impression, which made her moan.

[ooc: what'd it do?]

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Sam gave him a half-closed dark stare for the shock, then closed his eyes all the way and hissed as Keelia moved. His fingers stroked over her again, then with a scrape of nails. Talons, really, but just the tips. Then the tip of one clean-manicured finger, slowly pushing aside her skirt and all intervening material and pressing in. Slowly, so slowly.

[ooc: Ate my comment. Twice.]

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Midir watched, seeming half-fascinated at seeing his lady thus, noting the way her teeth sank back into Sam hard enough to draw blood, half-muffling her moan, but not the way her body arched, reacted, the heated pleasure sliding off of her. His tongue slid up Sam's length, slicking him, tasting him.

[ooc: fucker]

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He fucked her slowly with that finger, pressing in deep, sliding out, wriggling a little, slowly, just for the sensation. Then two fingers, making sure she felt each inch as he slid in, out.

He moaned into her hair as Midir's tongue slid over him, hips shuddering but not thrusting, not yet. Dripping, just a little, but not moving.

[ooc: YES.]

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

Keelia whimpered, pressing back onto his fingers, then rocking her hips forward to press into his leg, feel the friction there as well. Midir slid his hand higher on her, teasing over her clit enough to make her cry out before sliding one finger into her, feeling Sam's through just a bit of membrane and moving in a soft counter-rhythm to him.

Keelia bucked a bit, pleasure making lights flash behind her eyes as she held one. Midir chuckled, a warm sound around the cock in his mouth, and increased the suction.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Sam moaned softly, hips thrusting slightly now into Midir's mouth, aching, wanting, but focusing on his fingers moving in Keelia for the moment. Rolling off her pleasure, other hand moving up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over one nipple.

[cuimhnigh.livejournal.com]

She clung to him, riding the wave that washed over her and wanting more. Midir was aching, and paused to slide out of his clothes, his fingers replacing his mouth to keep contact with Sam.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He played her, behind, in front, squeezing and kneading just enough to provoke nerves. He moaned, made a little sound of protest at Midir's withdrawl, but not too much. Still felt the heat of his hand. Still moving slightly, enjoying the touch.