continuations

[legitimizes]

[NSFW also not safe for life]

Comments

[deathandtaxes]

[Oh.

Oh.

There's definitely that thrill of arousal licking at his veins, mingling with the rising anger, hot and heavy. But he's not moving yet, balling his fists at his sides, torn between watching hungrily, and taking that challenge right fucking now.]

[legitimizes]

[He keeps working on Seeker's neck, lips brushing further back until they're against her spine and his hands are working her skirt up from one end and her dress open from the other, touching Seeker boldly, provocatively, there seems to be no indication that he's teasing or intends to stop at all. The hand not getting her dress open is sliding down her skirt and then under it, dragging his fingers up her inner thigh, her skirts indecently rumpled and not really hiding much by now.]

[nexrophilia]

[ She shudders, bowing her head forward with a shuddering breath. It's... embarrassing, with Hunter watching like this, but she isn't stopping Noble at all-- her fingers tighten against his arm, and her body shifts into the fingers molesting her thigh. She makes a soft noise, almost needy, and glances up at Hunter through her hair. ...Whether or not the look is expectant or just curious, it's hard to tell through all of that redness in her cheeks. ]

[deathandtaxes]

[Now he's moving, striding forward with clear intent to take what he wants-- or at least not let Noble monopolize her. He's kissing her abruptly, but not harshly, instead channeling his anger into the hands he's dropping on Noble's hips, neatly trapping Seeker between them again. Only to start pushing, aiming to move the proceedings to Noble's bed.]

[legitimizes]

[Noble lets it happen, or rather, wasn't this exactly the situation he'd been manipulating towards from the start? Either way he steps back, drawing Seeker with him, still working her dress open, off. Mouth hot on her neck. And his fingers aren't shy as they roam up her thigh, mapping her warm skin and then over her panties before his own legs hit the bed and he sits, dragging her onto his lap.]

[nexrophilia]

[ There's something like relief melting through that kiss, pressing forward needily against his lips; her eyes close and she blindly lets them lead her backwards, stepping carefully so she doesn't end up stabbing one of their feet with her heel...

The most difficult part of getting her undressed is simply the dress itself more so than a lack of cooperation-- but she's distracted, especially with Noble's fingers lightly exploring between and over her thighs, as she's urged back into his lap, one hand sliding up to clench tightly in Hunter's shirt. He does, at least, manage to free her breasts and shoulders entirely. ]

[deathandtaxes]

[Hunter puts one knee on the bed so he can lean over both of them. His opposite hand lifts from Noble's hip to land on Seeker's, sliding slow and steady up her side until he can cup one of her breasts, thumbing at a nipple and deepening the kiss.

Yeah, he's going to be lavishing all of his attention on Seeker for as long as Noble lets him get away with it, most likely.]

[legitimizes]

[Letting Hunter get away with paying attention to Seeker for now. Sometimes being in control of the flow of things means letting others do what they want. And it lets him work more on getting Seeker's skirt bunched up around her waist.]

You're so cold...

[And her skin is, he's leaning back and drawing her back with him, making Hunter follow.]

[nexrophilia]

[ She is chilled, despite the comparatively hot bodies of the men on either side of her, but their closeness does help-- though the goosebumps that raise along the flesh of her arms isn't necessarily from the coolness of her skin so much as it is from their touches.

As Noble speaks, and urges her back, she does manage to break the kiss long enough to mumble "quest" under her breath, a little embarrassed but. Kissing. Her free hand reaches back, settling lightly against Noble's thigh, as she squirms to allow her skirt to be hiked up to her hips. ]