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[firstworldproblem]

[Shuddering upgrades to writhing as his hips jerk up to meet Five's hand. He instinctively wraps his legs around him to tug him closer.

And much to their delight, his whimpering and flushed face only increases as he's jerked off. The bite at his wrists gets a high pitched yelp from him while a shiver wracks his form.

And as stated he was not far off, so if they do no pull back he will be spilling over Five's hand shouting his name.]

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[ he has no intention of pulling back, and in fact, when he does come he seems pleased with himself. He'll lean in to kiss his temple, gentle and loving, before he brings his hand right to Emet's lips, not bothering to spell out what he's expecting him to do ]

Good boy.

That is a very nice look on you, darling. I wonder if it'll be too much for you now? How long would it take for you to start unraveling again for us?

[temperedinpride]

[His fingers tighten on Emet's arms, lips parted as he watches him come undone like that, before he remembers to stroke his arms again, soothingly.]

Breathtaking.

[He murmurs appreciatively, sliding his hands through Emet's hair.]

Give him a few moments to catch his breath. And then he will be able to handle us, whether or not he whines about it.

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[He gives Five a sharp look, neither positive or negative, before he pulls each finger into his mouth. Attending to them each as he lets his tongue run down their length.

Though his breath is a little hitched whenever Lahabrea pet his hair.]

[homicidalrage]

[ well. Being unable to tell whether that look is good or bad means he has no idea whether he crossed a line or not - and so of course he starts to worry.

He pulls his hand back once he's done, brushes his cheek gently before he leans in to kiss him ]

—Was that too much?

[temperedinpride]

[He will keep petting Emet's hair like the bully he is but not interrupt this, even if he does smile a bit watching them.]

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[He turns to kiss his palm, expression softening.]

Always worrying. Always considerate. Trust me to tell you if something is not to my liking.

[Trying to say as evenly as possible since Lahabrea is being a pest.]

[homicidalrage]

[ he seems relieved to hear that, but Lahabrea is right, he needs a break, and so he will lay next to him, arm draped around him, keeping the touch as he kisses his cheek, sweet and adoring. ]

I see. So you're just being a brat.

[temperedinpride]

When is he not a brat?

[He will take the opportunity to lean down and kiss the top of Emet's head with adoring fondness himself.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He would swat at both of them but his hands are still bound.]

I've changed my mind. Go back to concerning.

[homicidalrage]

Too late now, you've lost your chance.

[ and his hands are bound but he'll reach for them anyway, just keeping one over it, still leaving soft kisses to his cheek, to his neck and behind his ear ]

[temperedinpride]

[He will set Emet's head down out of his lap and onto a pillow, trying not to disrupt Five as he moves to Emet's other side, stretching or next to them to watch and trail his fingers over Emet's chest, tracing the edges of the lingerie.]

I'd forgotten what fun this could be, seeing you dressed up specifically for pleasure. The sensuality of showing yourself this way, when the intention is so deliberate.

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[The motions of both of them get his breathe to hitch and high pitched sounds to escape.]

I'd say this was hardly a break, but that would only encourage you more.

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Would you really want us to stop touching you...? I know you like it.

[ there's another soft kiss, and then he just talks behind his ear ]

Why don't you tell us how it feels? Feeling our aether in the waking world.

[temperedinpride]

[Hr laughs and just trails his fingers down Emet's chest, petting him languidly, affectionate.]

[firstworldproblem]

I could i-indulge you.

[Five is right, but that doesn't mean he won't be difficult. And it is hard to not succumb to the soft touches as he tugs at his wrist bindings.]

But what would I get for being good?

[homicidalrage]

Well, that depends on you, doesn't it. Would you want me to let your hands free?

[temperedinpride]

[He lays his palm on Emet's stomach, thumb rubbing a gentle circle there.]

How you indulge him.

You would get to see us react to your words, Hades. Would you not like to elicit a reaction from your voice and words alone?

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[Gentle as it is, he still flinches from Lahabrea's touch.]

You just bound them. That was the point, was it not?

[Though he ponders Five's original question and Lahabrea's follow up as best as he can around the squirming. Mind scattered, he can only come up with a short answer.]

It feels like home.

[homicidalrage]

So that means you want us to keep you in binds.

[ he'll bring his hand to his chest, gentle and careful, and this time he does let it trail down to his scar - checking for any reaction to see if it would be better to pull back, but keeping his touch gentle, and accompanying each of them with a kiss. Just like last time, it's a silent promise to protect him, his heart, and everything he holds dear ]

Then I'm glad. That I could replicate that for you.

[temperedinpride]

[He stills his own fingers at the flinch, brushing them down over Emet's hip in silent apology instead, watching Five dote on that scar and brushing Five's hair back from his face, offering Emet the sight of touching Five gently as well.]

Of course he wants to be bound and handled by us.

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As if the both of you were not attempting to dote on me every moment of every day. To delight. To comfort. With great effort do I even manage to keep up.

[Aetheric touches at that spot remind him too much of his soul being rendered, and can't help but flinch just a little. But with each kiss, he deepens it. Exploring his mouth. Biting his lower lip. There is no lack of enthusiasm.

He'd kiss Lahabrea as well but instead he'll appreciate him petting Five's hair.]

Now there is a sight to see. You could make it a contest, you know. Make each other squirm as I recover. Certainly you both would enjoy it.

[homicidalrage]

[ he'll move his hand away when he notices him flinching, switching to caress his side instead as he keeps kissing him, matching that enthusiasm and letting out a low, pleased noise at the bite.

And then it's his turn to be surprised by Lahabrea's touch - he isn't as badly affected as the two of them but that doesn't mean he's immune to it ]

You hung up on us just earlier, now you want to see?

[temperedinpride]

Nonsense Emet-Selch. Though I excel in most things, I can concede where I am beaten. When it comes to doting, you do take the crown, every day scheming.

[He kisses Emet's cheek then sits up, letting his fingers slide into Five's hair and down to the back of his neck, scritching softly.]

I know you do enjoy watching my friend. Shall I shower him in attention while you catch your breath?

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'Twas not my lack of desire to watch that prompted me to stop the call. I wonder if we would even be here yet if I hadn't.

[He sits up to get a better view. Or tries to anyway.]

If you wouldn't mind. Make him squirm a little for my benefit.

Either of you.