A Man of Wealth and Taste

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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]

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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?]

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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.]

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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]

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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.]

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Keelia's fingers tangled in his hair, smiling against his lips and moaning at the feel of him. Midir watched for a few moments, still stroking over Sam, teasing over her, a wicked grin on his lips.

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He pulled his hair back a little, just to pull against her hand, to feel it tug and sting. Rocked a little harder into Midir's hand, wanting... something. Wanting more.

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Midir grinned a bit, leaning down to slide his tongue up Sam's shaft once more.

"Do you want to fuck her?"

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Whatever answer he might have given was lost in the initial gasp. His fingers pushed in to her again, a little harder, not too much.

"Yess..." Half a hiss of pleasure, there.

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Keelia whimpered, trembling a little around his fingers, her own clutching at him, nails digging in.

Midir grinned, reaching to stroke over her as well as he shifted them both a bit, nibbling at her neck.

"How do you want her?"

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He leaned back a little, enough to give her a critical, very sexual once-over.

"I'll have your ass in a moment," he glanced at Midir with what was definitely a predatory smirk. "I'll have her."

His thumb curled around, brushing over slickness. "Here...

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Keelia gasped, hips jerking in reaction to the renewed touch there. Midir reached to tug her to him with a kiss, fingers sliding to cup her breasts, not coincidentally shifting her a bit for Sam.

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He smirked a little against her skin, only now sliding his fingers out and his hands to her hips, easing his way into position but not pushing in, not yet. Just teasing with her slickness, his, one hand reaching out to brush over Midir's hip.

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Midir slid to the side, still kissing her, running his fingers over both of them as she wriggled against Sam almost lazily, hips rocking over his with a soft laugh.

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He took his time about it, back and forth and back and forth, every time a little deeper and chuckling half-wickedly, half just out of enjoyment. His fingers slid over her side, Midir's hip, light little touches.

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Keelia whimpered, pressing back a bit and ready to growl at him to fuck her already, except Midir was keeping her mouth busy with his, his fingers sliding over her breasts, then back to stroke down Sam's hips.

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