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08 October 2007 @ 06:01 pm
 
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Don't I get another kiss, nya, nya, nyeah, I know. Childish. But seriously! I just kissed him! Jackass. Knew that didn't make no impression at all. Bet he wants Wes kisses. Bet he just wants Wes, that's why he's not impressed with me. Bah. Men! Like I didn't see him look at Wes when he thinks I'm not watching him. Yeah, I seen it. Wes hasn't. Wes is being oblivious guy.

They got something those two. Something I can't give either of them and it doesn't have to do with both of them having a dick! Cause hey, I could strap one on an viola! It's not that, it's something. Something. I dunno. Something.

I try not to huff as I lay there with my head on Wes chest. And yeah, Angel's hand rubbing my back feels nice but I'm still with the disappointed about my kiss not making him with the speechless. I mean, what does it take?! Geeze. Okay, it takes very little to get Wes speechless, so that's not an example and--

Or totally not speechless. Huh. I still say my boys kissing is hot. See? I knew that's what-- "Hmpf?" Oh. Oh yeah!. Now that's what I call a kiss. Such a Wes kiss, but there's something urgent behind it. When we pull back, - damn air - I blink at him stupidly and for the first time I'm kinda speechless. Huh. That was all kinds of unexpected.

His next words are even more so. I wasn't sulking! I wasn't! What's with the look? Oh hell, okay, okay, so I was sulking. And Angel was brooding? Why? What's he got to brood about dammit! Okay, okay, no sulking.

Damn if there aren't things Angel and I need to talk about. Soon. Yeah. Not now, now I'm going to not sulk and get some rest.

"Yes, boss," I murmur, giving him a mock salute which seems to amuse him. Okay. Good. Amused Wes is always of the good. I give Angel a tentative look - and who thought I'd be capable of that? - before reaching out for his hand to lace our fingers together.
 
 
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 29th, 2007 04:20 pm (UTC)
"Oh plenty," I murmur, feeling myself getting drowsy and relaxed. Not sure if that's Angel's fault or the hot shower. I'm thinking it's a combination of the two. That and thinking about what makes Cordelia so sexy. And Angel too. Picturing them both naked has been a hobby of mine for quite some time. Long before we got together, much to my shame. I hope they never find that out, or they'll think I'm some sort of pervert.

"She has a lovely, lovely...chest," I agree with him, leaning in closer to him. I'm about to agree with him on her legs as well when his fingers rub over my nipples. Eyes fly open and blink at him while a gasp gets out. If I were to try and talk now there would be a lot of stammering and stuttering I have no doubt. Especially if he keeps smiling at me like that.

"Uh huh," I agree stupidly, shuddering at his touches despite the hot water. Stupidly I stare down at my scrawny chest and notice how *big* his hands are as they slide over warm skin. Hot skin, I'm sure it must feel hot to him. A content sigh gets out as he keeps on 'washing' me. I'm suspecting there's a little more then washing going on here.

A thought which is confirmed the moment he moves lower. Even kneeling down. That makes me whimper and look down at him with far to large eyes. I don't need my glasses to be impressed though taken aback by the sight he makes. A state of mine which lasts until I see that pink tongue dart out lick the head of my cock.

"Angel?" Damn. That was a squeak wasn't it? "Tas-tastes absolutely super," I breathe, thinking of my tasting her on the beach. Tasting Angel there too. "T-tastes even better w-with you." Hands clutch his shoulders far to tightly because my legs are already threatening to give out. I guess this flu made me physically a little weaker then I had anticipated.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
"Hmm, well, maybe you should taste me when I'm done here," I suggest knowingly, soaping him up some more, giving him a little time to adjust. His hands dig into my shoulders just right, giving me that silly feeling of being solid, being his protector here for a moment.

"Or maybe we should drag Cordy in here and you can be greedy and taste us both again." This time, there's definitely a smirk because I know that's verging on 'hazy' territory. As in Wes is going to get hazy just thinking about it and possibly faint any moment, if not get really hard, really fast.

I keep smoothing my hands over his calves, his thighs, giving him a good long look at me down here on my knees, because yeah, not that many people, demons, whatever that I'd do this for. But enough of that. My soapy hands move back up, and fasten onto his hips firmly. "But not until we get you cleaned up," I say with that look in my eye that is supposed to clearly say, 'not until I'm *done* with you.'

Leaning in, I get that musky, clean, Wes smell that I am really getting fond of. And getting more fond of not having to try to catch a whiff of it secretly. Yeah, crushing on your best friends does not make for me having the best behaviors, and I'm surprised neither of them ever caught me being skulky or sniffing the laundry before I tossed it in the washer.

Flick. Again even slower I drag my tongue across the tip of his cock. "Hmm, I think it's still not quite clean," I murmur, mouth twisting up at the corner before drawing my tongue along the length of him. "More?" Maybe I can get him to make one of those whimpers. Liked that. And those big blue eyes looking down at me. He really is too good-looking to have been wasted for so long. Oh, yes, I think, dragging my tongue back along his length. Very nice. Cordy better be enjoying the show.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 1st, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
Yes! Yes drag Cordy in there too! That's about all I can think. Apparently I've moved closer to the shower, opening the curtain a bit. If Wes were to open his eyes, or y'know, look up instead of down at Angel? He'd so notice me. He can't be that far gone. Actually, this is Wes, he could so be that far gone. But whoa, look at them! Talk about full glory *private* show.

There's a need throbbing between my legs wet with need and it takes just about all I have *not to just step into the shower and join them. Maybe prod them into having my fantasy. Cause I know Wes will do whatever we'd want if it makes us happy. And I know Angel would do it. Not just cause I'd asked him to, but cause Wes will aim the blue puppy dog eyes of doom at him and he'll be nodding before the plea even hits.

Which is exactly why I don't stop under there and join them right now. Cause this is Wes time with Angel. And if Angel keeps this up? What with the tasting us both, making me think of the beach and oooh so many other things? I'm gonna toss those reigns keeping me here aside and slide in there anyway. Private hour be damned, cause that manpire is *so* asking for it.

What, with his 'we need to get you clean up'. I don't think Wes is with that program no more. Hasn’t been for oh, the last five minutes. All he does is stare, and all I do is stare. Watch that pink tongue dart out to lick that red, pulsing cock. My free hand founds its way between my legs and I think I lost that batter the moment I feel my finger rub over my clit. Can't ever get porn like this on the internet, I'm sure of it. Good thing I'm still biting my finger, because there's no way I can keep the groans down without it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on November 1st, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
My legs are so going to give out at any given moment. I just know it. With the way he's kneeling there in front of me, pretending to be oh so innocent while his tongue, his </i>tongue</i>, is licking my cock. That's not a stance I had ever thought I'd see him in. Nor Cordelia to be exact. Myself, obviously, because I don't *mind* doing something which in their eyes is 'lowering yourself'. Which it isn't, since I got to taste them both *first*. And taste them together.

As Angel likes to mention. And bloody hell if that doesn't make my cock twitch then I don't know what does. Just the picture of them both under the shower, naked, wet, wanting. I'd do anything for them to fill that need. Even if it's going down on *my* knees and use my mouth to do it. They seemed to very much enjoy that at the beach, so maybe it bears repeating.

"Yes," I whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the rush of the shower. It's also the moment my legs almost give out and I tumble forward, but manage to put my hands on the wall, which leaves me hovering over Angel and my cock is shoved even closer to his mouth. And that sight has me whimpering, despite the fact that he keeps on talking.

I have, by now, no idea what he's saying. All I'm hearing is groans, and whimpers and I'm not even sure if they're all mine. Probably since doesn't make any embarrassing sounds. There's that tongue darting out again, and again. Not just taking a little taste but actually *licking* this time. Soft, by now hot, texture sliding up my shaft, making me shiver and squeezing my eyes shut as my head lolls backward. Legs spread for, I don't know why, better access? I don't care. I just want-- I don't even know what I want by now. Other then: "Yes, please, Angel. More."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 11:59 am (UTC)
Oh, this is good. Wes is getting all wobbly and weak kneed, and before I can grip his hips tighter he's stumbled over me a little, hands braced above my head and cock hovering near my mouth. Perfect. I grip his hips harder anyway, making him feel who's holding him, who's doing these things to him.

Even better, I note happily when he spreads his stance wider, thighs open for me now to tease other parts, too. If that's not an invitation, I don't know what is. My thumb swirls circles against his balls while I cup him, giving them a little soft squeeze. His cock is definitely nice and hard now, and I waste no time giving it some more taunting licks while I drop my hand from his balls down between my own legs to get a little pre-come off the tip of my cock. My eyes flick up to his wondering if he knows what I've got in mind. Don't think so. My hand is back between his legs, fingers rubbing that little bit of myself over his tight entrance.

Some sound behind me attracts my attention for a second and that's when I realize Cordy is very much enjoying the shower. I can smell how hot she is for us, and now that I've heard the noise, there are a ton of other sounds I was blocking out while focusing on hearing all those little noises from Wes. God, she's wet and if I'm not mistaken about that soft, slick sound, she's touching herself, getting *off* on us. Fuck, that's hot, I think while my cock jerks and I take Wes' erection in my mouth all the way to the root. Moaning around the thick flesh, I slip the tip of my thumb into him nice and slow.

Wonder how long I can keep him like this, lightly torturing him from both ends. Probably not much longer unfortunately. We're so going to have to train him to have more stamina, I think as I suck and suck and push.
Cordelia Chase: smirkqueen_cordette on November 1st, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
Jesus fuck yeah. Look at that. Look! At! That! I don't mean what they're doing, cause that's obviously *hot*. I mean the look on their faces. Angel's gleeful grin and from the way his eyes dart to the side I just know he knows. Knows I'm watching, knows I'm wet and wanting and knows I would *so* be in there if they let me. Totally. He knows, he so knows. Dunno if that’s a positive or a negative thing of having a vampire boyfriend, don't care much at the moment.

It's the look on Wes face though that has me groaning a little bit to loudly maybe. The way he has his head thrown back, if his eyes were open they would totally be doing that rolling in the back of his head thing. Teeth clamping down on his bottom lip and if he does it any harder there's gonna be a bleeding lip. So close, so close, but still trying to hang on with all he god. Damn Wes, just let go. Just let it go.

And by now I'm dying to just go in there and ask one of them to fuck me against the well. Angel's done it twice now, fucking me, so it would be Wes turn. But I don't think Wes' legs are gonna be with the cooperating when it comes to that. And woops yeah, there's my fantasy again. We are so, so gonna do that one time, and then get Angel with it too cause I wanna have sex with them both under the shower at least once.

That was so not a whimper from me when I watch that big hand move to Wes rear. Must have been Wes. Yeah, he's the one making whimpery sounds, not me. But wow, watching that thick, throbbing cock slip into Angel's mouth at the same time he pushes a finger inside Wes ass? Jesus Christ on a moped, that's so....way to much almost. For me, can't even imagine what it must be like for Wes. Wonder what it feels like anyway, since I can't imagine it being pleasant at all.

Wes don't seem to think so though. Wow, not even close to thinking that he is. The way he jerks the moment Angel's finger just *touches* his ass? Wow. "Shit," I murmur, wanting to slide a finger inside myself but that's so not gonna happen in this position. Swallowing hard I rub my clit even faster, watching them, watching them in the shower, watching them having sex. *My* boys. *My* show.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 1st, 2007 03:54 pm (UTC)
Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh *bloody* hell, he's trying to kill me. I just know he is. "Bloody buggering hell," I gasp, all but thrusting my hips forward to push my cock into his mouth, his fist, anything just to get more of this. More, more, more. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thing it could be *this* good. Never did it occur to me that sex could be fun, and pleasurable and just leave you wanting *more*. I never knew. Not until I met Angel and Cordelia.

But this? This beats all so far. And that has me wondering briefly how sad that might be but not for long. Because the next thing I know there's a finger touching my arse and a slick substance making it rather easy for said finger to slide in. I let my muscles relax with an ease that's not all that comforting years of practice, relaxing makes it less painful. When said finger is inside I realize it's not a finger, it's a thumb.

I also realize something else. It wasn't shoved in there, wasn't forced in there. But oh so gently pushed and that makes all the bloody difference. Again I had no idea that even this could be feeling so good. To have someone touch you there and knows what he's doing, knows where to touch, knows how to touch and my legs are very much going to give out any moment now. But Angel's moving so sodding slow, so slow that part of me wonders if he's trying to figure out how long he can torture me.

Not long, I can tell him that much. It's just... from both sides, I've never felt that. Ever. Not that anyone ever sucked me off before, and I wonder if Cordelia would to it for me. Us. For us. There's this picture suddenly appearing in my head with both of them sucking my cock and it's pretty much so overwhelming it's gone before I can even enjoy it. Which is about the same time I hear someone say 'shit'. Not something I would normally say, and Angel has his mouth full.

My eyes fly open, lock instantly with heated brown ones which are framed in a beautiful face, watching us. "Cordelia," I breath, feeling that heat between my legs coil even tighter and a long groan gets out when Angel sucks harder and pushes the thumb deeper inside just against a spot that has me see stars. "Oh, Oh my god, yes. Angel please, Cor-Cordelia. Ngh..."
Keep Me_keep_me on November 3rd, 2007 12:06 am (UTC)
I can smell her. Shit. My cock twitches, and I'm thinking fucking Cordy is really never going to get old. Now that I've had her slick and tight around my cock once, there's really no substitute. Wes, now that will be different, but..I moan around Wes's shaft, imagining her up against the wall and sliding into her, body and breasts wet from the shower, hair tangled and limp, Cordy totally dissheveled for once. Wouldn't that be a sight...

Can definitely hear her now, and even Wes looks like can see her if not hear her. Feels right, having her watching, participating in her own way. Being with us, enjoying right along with us, and boy are we enjoying. Know I am. Fuck, Wes is always enjoyable. Getting to slide my tongue along his cock, lapping at that blood rich flesh is intoxicating. Completely so and I just keep at him, never sucking as much as I know he wants me to, never moaning loud enough to make the vibrations give him enough friction.

And my finger, he likes my finger. That is just what I was hoping for, and my cock is jerking like an eager puppy wanting to try him out. Not time yet though. I slide my thumb deeper, slowly, maddeningly slowly. And then just to torture him, I push back on his hip and pull him forward, rocking him back and forth, playing his body against my thumb and my mouth taking as much of him as I can and urging him to take more of my mouth. Yes, I do know my torture. And I plan to make very good use of it. If not on them, then on myself. God, I'm so hard.

I groan loudly around his cock this time and drive him all the way into his mouth, swallowing around his head tightly, thumb pressing right where it needs to go. And there's Cordy, smelling so lush and sweet. Want them. Want to feelsmelltaste them coming.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 3rd, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
Condoms, condoms. Fuck I don't have any condoms. Hell, I didn't want anyone touching me after the whole demon baby thing. But this is Wes and Angel who so wouldn't hurt me. And not just cause they know I'll kick their ass hard if they would. No, they so wouldn't hurt me cause they love me. Love. Me. And I need condoms now. Bet Angel didn't bring *those* back from his flu run.

I wanna feel what Angel's feeling in his mouth though. I wanna feel it inside. Felt Angel twice, all cool and strong and *protective*. Now I wanna feel Wes. All hot and gentle and *caring*. But I don't have any friggen condoms! I think. Dammit! Oh screw it, can't stay here any longer. I gotta get in there, now that Wes noticed me and hasn't done the freak out thing. Probably to far gone to do anything other then what he's doing right now.

"Screw it," I murmur, eyes moving toward Angel, groaning at the sight of his swallowing around Wes cock and stepping into the shower. Forgot I was wearing Wes' pajama shirt but remember the moment it's soaked within seconds. Clinging to me like seconds skin. I move up behind Wes, sliding my arms around his waist, my flat hands brushing toward his nipples.

"Need to feel you inside," I growl against his ear, eyes glancing down past his shoulder - which hey! Totally not easy, the guy is *tall*!. I have to stand on my tip toes and I'm thinking he's hunched down otherwise I would’ve never been able to. My eyes meet Angel's again, reading the fire there that's reflected in my own.

"Angel," I groan, rubbing my clit against the hand working Wes' ass.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Ferret Maffiawatcher_pryce on November 3rd, 2007 09:13 am (UTC)
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