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[firstworldproblem]

One word.

Why?

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[homicidalrage]

[ he reserves touching his scar for tender and romantic moments where he'll declare he'll protect his heart so for this time, he'll make an effort to actively avoid it.

But he is oh so pleased with that reaction, and he will pull his hand back when he starts pushing into it ]

An answer first, dear.

[temperedinpride]

[Fun as it is to watch Emet dissolve into needy clinginess, and it is incredibly fun, he catches his wrists and holds him still.]

I will let you touch him when you answer his question, my heart.

[firstworldproblem]

[Five does know him incredibly well.

But does he ever whine.]

You could have asked before.

[His breathe heaves as he does try to pull out of Lahabrea's hold. And for all his bite, he not actually upset. Simply frustrated. A fact his two partners are probably well aware. And now that he has some wits, he does make eye contact with Five lips curling.]

You both are rather small making the third option feasible.

[homicidalrage]

Very funny. That would sound more biting if you weren't looking just one step away from begging us.

[ but he will reward him, gripping his cock again and starting to jerk him off properly, this time ]

[temperedinpride]

[He just laughs at the attempted insult, pulling Emet's hands to his face to bite the inside of his wrist where the rope begins.

But he did promise Emet could touch when he'd answered so he releases him while Five jerks him off.]

How eager he is to take us both, I cannot wait to see it.

[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.]

[homicidalrage]

[ 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.

[firstworldproblem]

[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.]

[firstworldproblem]

[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.

[firstworldproblem]

[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.

[homicidalrage]

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?

[firstworldproblem]

[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.