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03 November 2007 @ 10:08 am
 
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Somewhere in the back of my mind there's this little voice flailing around, shouting 'Cordelia's here! She's watching you get off!' But I'm to busy getting torn between several sensations. One being Angel's mouth, the second being what he's doing to my ass, the third being Cordelia. The way she looks. My eyes go wide at the way she looks. Panting, lips parted, nipples hard enough to show through the thin cotton of my shirt and her hand rubbing between her legs.

Can't help but groan at that, having to look away quickly. Only to be greeted by the sight of Angel swallowing around my throbbing erection. That does nothing to calm me down at all. Watching my length disappear between swallowed lips while he looks as though he's *enjoying* himself while doing this for me? No, it wouldn't calm me down at all would it. There's even a whimper getting out without my being able to stop it and I have to close my eyes.

Squeezing them shut, I have to lock my knees or I'd have already been in a puddle on the floor without having reached any sort of climax. God, I'm pathetic. Can't even hold on long enough for *that* almost. Doesn't matter though, because the moment those shower curtains rustle and I feel Cordelia plastered to my back, it's as though I'm living a dream. I let Angel move me anyway he can, gasp at Cordelia's words and feel my balls tighten up hard and fast.

I manage to stave off my climax however, though I have no bloody idea how I manage that. But tone in Cordy's voice, her words, maybe the look in Angel's eyes when I finally open mine and meet his make me shiver *hard*. So how I manage to hold off my orgasm? I don't know, all I know that by now I'm making the most pitiful sounds, unable to stop them, while I wish they would just *get on* with whatever it is they want.

It's all fine by me, I just want to-- want to-- "Oh god, please. Angel, Cordy, please. Christ."
 
 
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Keep Me: ang please_keep_me on November 3rd, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Need to feel you inside, is the next thing I hear, and that sets off alarm bells right away. She's not talking about you, sterile vampire man, she's talking about Wes and his gorgeous cock that she wants inside her. No condoms, my brain yells, even though she's obviously reached this decision herself and-

Wet, is really the only thought that gets by when I feel Cordy rub up against my hand, fingers moving automatically to slide in against her clit, thumb still up inside Wes. Big hands come in handy, I think with a groan feeling her muscles clench around my fingers as they tangle with hers.

I don't know how I'm still able to think after feeling them both like this, but I'm glad I am, since there's no way I want a pregnant Cordy right now, and I don't think that's what Wes or Cordy want either. Damned if I'm going to let them do something stupid that they'll regret later. Jesus, come on, Angel think. You bought some at the store, I know you did. Condoms, stupid condoms. If I actually needed them or thought I'd be getting any...sex, in the next century I might have had some, but fuck I groan as I hear Wes and Cordy's needy sounds. I don't, I don't have any... Do I?

My hand clamps around Wes' cock though, feeling his balls tighten with Cordy plastered up against him. Can't blame him, shit she's hot. "Hold him," I tell her, eyes catching hers like fire as I let Wes slip out of my mouth and my hand abandons the both of them. Damn it, damn it, don't want to be responsible. But. I'm the protector. Gotta- I pull her hand around over mine, clamping down on Wes' throbbing shaft. "Don't come," I tell him, hard look in my eyes so that the order gets through to his hazed brain.

It's only one time, that little voice in the back of my head is saying, but some part of my brain is telling me that there needs to be protection involved. If Cordy took to the demon spawn so quick- what would they do if there was an accidental human pregnancy. Can't just magic that away. It's not happening. "Be right back," I breathe, "condom, Wes is gonna need one," I add ready to bolt towards the bags of groceries in the kitchen I got the other day.
Cordelia Chase: shockedqueen_cordette on November 3rd, 2007 10:30 pm (UTC)
There may not be any fucking for now, but damn this is hot. Angel's hand rubbing both me and Wes just the right way and-- where'd that hand go? What the huh? I glance down stupidly and see there's only me plastered against a very naked Wes - who has a really and I mean *really* cute ass - but that hand is gone. And Wes is making a sound that isn't of the 'aren't I have fun' variety.

I look down at Angel with confusion, wondering if I shoulda stayed out there and not come in. He can't be that jealous can he? I mean, he knew I was there and-- Oh, there's that hand again. Hold him? Hold who?! What's he doing? Where's he... And there's that big hand yeah. Before I know it that hand is moving mine to Wes cock, clamping around it in a way that can't be fun at all.

"Angel-- what--" I murmur when he starts to pull away. No way. No way is he leaving us here. Wes'll never look at me again! Oh, he's gonna be right back. That is of the good, but where's he going. I look at his retreating - and very distracting - back until his words filter though. Condoms. He has condoms? Why does vamp boy have condoms? And do I care? No way!

"Hurry up, Angel!" I yell, moving closer to Wes and clamping down on his cock. I risk a glance over his shoulder to look at him. But Wes has his eyes tightly screwed shut, breathing hard and trying to so very much not come. "Wes?" I ask carefully, "you okay there?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 3rd, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Where is? --- what? Ow? Blinking hard I glance down and don't see a heavenly mouth surrounding my cock any longer. Instead there's a large hand clamped around it in a painful way making it impossible for me to come one way or the other. The thumb pushing inside me is gone as well and the only one on that side of me is Cordelia. Who's hand is coming into view to take over from Angel.

"Angel?" I whimper, fingers digging into the wall ineffectually, eyes squeezed shut. What's going on? Where's he going? Did I do something wrong? I pry my eyes open and am startled to see him looking at me with such fire in his eyes it has me groaning. One that tapers off into another whimper at his words. His order. Don't come. All I can do is nod weakly, wondering what the hell is going on. Why'd he stop?

The rest all goes by in a rush. I hear them talking, something about condoms? "What about condoms?" I wonder out loud, gritting my teeth. Then I hear footsteps, there's a gush of cold air when the shower curtains open and all I know is that Angel's gone and Cordy is still holding my aching cock in a vice like grip.

Did I do something wrong? I can't think like this! Do they expect me to think? Was there thinking supposed to go on? Was I supposed to do, or say something? I'm having a hard time standing up, let alone think! My legs are about to give out, my cock is throbbing painfully and the grip Cordy has on it isn't making it any more pleasant.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, more out of habit then actually knowing what I'm saying when I hear Cordy ask me a question. What's she asking anyway? All I know is that my fingers keep digging into that wall while I try to obey Angel's order. "Where'd he go?" I whimper, shifting against her and realizing she's still wearing that stupid shirt! God, I must look like a fool. Standing there, naked and wanting. Needing.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on November 4th, 2007 05:42 pm (UTC)
I'm like a blur, hurtling around the apartment, water flying everywhere. I must have bought some condoms and lube. I know I wanted lube. For Wes and the sex and not hurting him. I must have grabbed some. Because I could never hurt him like that. No, no hurting, my mind races as I fumble wetly through the bags in the bedroom, not finding anything. Kitchen, I left the other bags in the kitchen. Please tell me I bought some.

I have to hold onto my cock, it's swaying as I race and fuck is this uncomfortable, but I'm going to find a damn condom. Cordy wants what she wants and well...if we've got even just one- Oh. I almost get hit in the face with a box of condoms as it floats out of a bag in the kitchen. "Uhh, thanks, Dennis." Wow, that's a little creepy. But I did say it in the shower, so maybe he only heard me and wasn't- Okay, not thinking about that as I stand there dripping in the kitchen.

Ripping open the box, I drop it in the hallway, and tear off a square, dropping the rest in the bathroom. Wes is whimpering, and that makes scramble to get back in the shower, and makes my cock jerk back to life a little bit. Not really as hard as I was, but I did it, I found them! "Hey," I say, slipping back in the shower and giving Wes a thorough kiss for being so patient. Although, Cordy is probably the one I'm ruining things for.

I tear open the condom and roll it on him gently, slowly so he doesn't go crazy. Keep rolling until I meet Cordy's hand. "Had to wrap your present," I say, leaning over Wes' shoulder to give her a kiss too. "I think it's a pretty good present," I add, giving Wes' cock a little stroke.
Cordelia Chase: shines so brightqueen_cordette on November 5th, 2007 07:50 am (UTC)
Yeah. Okay. Sheepish look much? And I don't do sheepish! But what can you do when there's Wes looking at you with those big blue eyes of confusion. Wondering where Angel went cause he was doing all kinds of nice things to him. Which I know cause hell yeah, I *saw* most of that. It's the reason I'm in the shower now and-- Angel's not.

"Uhm," I murmur, trying not to feel totally stupid standing there gripping Wes cock as I'm plastered all over his back. Guess we're lucky I'm still wearing Wes shirt. Or maybe not. Whatever. "That's kinda my fault. So don't you go around saying you're sorry, buster," I tell him, keeping my hand firmly around his cock while he does that whimpery sound that makes me feel even wetter between my legs. And that has so nothing to do with the shower!

"Fuck," I can't help but groan at those sounds. "Just hold on, okay? Angel's gonna be back soon, he's looking for a condom." Which *I* don't have, so where he's gonna find them I have no friggen clue. I just hope he *finds* them, or we're gonna be in a heap of trouble. With Wes, cause he doesn't look like he's having fun no more. And just as I'm about to tell him again to hold on, the shower curtain all but rips with the rush of Angel coming back.

With condom. Huh. I'll be damned. "Thank god," I sigh, watching kinda mesmerized as he rolls the thing over Wes' cock. Should have done that with demon guy, then I wouldn't have been walking around with a belly the size of a small house. Full of demon babies. No babies this time. Just Wes. God I want him. I want him now. I want Angel too, but that's not gonna happen now. Wes can have Angel too though. Hell yeah. And now I'm kinda wondering about the... logistics here. Dunno if Wes can lift me up.

"Shit, how we doing this?" I murmur, blinking when Angel leans in to kiss me as well. That’s nice. Still dunno how we’re gonna be doing this.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on November 5th, 2007 07:51 am (UTC)
"Ow, Cordelia love, a little less tight please?" I get a sheepish look at the and still have to wonder what in the bloody hell just happened. My mind is rather hazy, only knowing that the pleasure I was feeling moments ago is gone. Which means Angel's gone and I still don't know where he went. Apparently it's Cordelia's fault. What? That earns her a even more puzzled look.

"Condoms?" I whimper, only one thing coming to mind when it comes to *that* word. But then, why'd we need... Oh. Oh! Oh dear. I they don't expect me to do that here in the shower because I don't think I could haul Cordelia up for- for that. Good lord, I can't believe I'm actually trying to figure out how we'd do this. The image alone is enough to make me whimper again.

Which is about the same time Angel rushes back into the shower, dragging a gush of cold air along with him. Large eyes look up at him as though he's our salvation. Which he may very well be. The next thing I know I'm getting thoroughly kissed and his hand is back on my cock, but not in the pleasant way it was before. Well, not *as* pleasant, Angel touching me so intimate is always nice. Not that I notice much of that, I'm to busy getting lost in that kiss.

By the time he pulls back from that kiss, I'm panting for air, which is not an easy task in a steam filled shower. Cordelia's still plastered against my back and my cock is covered by latex. Oh. That was quick, I'm guessing he's found condoms then?

"Hngh." And if they don't stop kissing next to me, or touching my cock or hurrying up in general? I don't think there's going to be much fun had at all. "Please," I plead, not caring by now about the *how*, just about 'I really want to bloody come, *yesterday*'.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on November 7th, 2007 01:03 am (UTC)
"Getting there," I say when Wes' voice sounds like more of a whine than a whimper next to my ear. Pulling away from Cordy's beautiful mouth, I look at my very tortured other partner and see that the hand on him did the trick while I was gone at least. Gotta be getting kind of painful there though.

"Turn around, tiger, face Cordy," I say, nudging him around in the steamy shower and getting a good view of Cordy in Wes' shirt. Wes's shirt that is plastered to her curves and not leaving anything to the imagination. God. Scooting up right behind him - right behind him so that my cock gets conventiently nestled between his cheeks - I put my hands around him and pull Cordy in close too.

"Gonna lift you up, princess. Hang onto Wes' neck and hitch your legs around us." I slip even closer to Wes, really plastering myself to his back just like Cordy's shirt to her skin. My hands reach around and grab her ass, squeezing. "Everybody good with that?" I ask, waiting for nods from the two of them before lifting Cordy with ease and helping her get situated where I can.

And if I slide a little in the water and press up against Wes even tighter and pull Cordy even tighter against Wes, who could blame me? Breathing out at the snugness of the way we fit together, I can feel my cock start to fill again. "Go on, Wes, give Cordy what she wants," I urge, voice low, right in Wes' ear. My body feels tight as a bowstring waiting to feel him moving inside her.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 7th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
Crap. Crap, crap and more crap! I mean, I finally got myself in here - uninvited but they don't seem to mind. And thank friggen *god* for that - but then I'm so lost. I mean it's not like I have heaps of experience here! Yeah, logically I know how it's supposed to work and what I read in those magazine's that'll make Wes blush to the tips of his ear. But when push comes to shove? I have no clue! Maybe this was a stupid idea, maybe I totally ruined their fun. Maybe-- what?

"What?" What's he doing? Angel I mean, it's pretty obvious what Wes isn't doing. Oh! My hand. I quickly let go as Angel turns Wes around and I look down with a bit of awe. Condom rolled over his thick cock that even looks painful all swollen up. Wow. So much wow. And Angel? Looks just as good. I'd say bad, but if they haven't softened by now? I'm thinking that says a lot about me. I'd smirk if if Angel wasn't getting with the program.

Not a moment to soon! He presses us close together, making Wes do that cute whimpery thing again. The moment his cock presses up against my clit? I have to groan myself. That's when I feel Angel's hands on my ass, lifting me up with an ease that reminds just about everyone he's like supernaturally strong guy. Legs come up to wrap around Wes, and Angel it would seem, he's so close by.

"Isn't this a nice sandwich," I pant with a grin that's so not about to leave my face any time soon. Arms wrap around Wes neck, one finger finding it's way into his hair. I lean in close letting my boobs brush up against Wes chest, the shirt making my nipples extra sensitive. "Come on, Tiger," I breathe into his other ear, "I'm all wet, hot and ready for you. So, so very ready, Wes."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 7th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
There's so many things happening at once that I'm more then a little overwhelmed. There's Angel nearby and Cordelia nearby and my cock is throbbing so painfully that the moment her hand is removed I almost come on the spot. But Angel told me not to come and that's what I'm clinging onto. The words, the *order*, 'don't come, don't come' echoing through my mind like some eerie echo.

It's hard though, especially when Cordelia's blurred figure appears in my line of view. May not be wearing my glasses, but good lord, the way my shirt looks on her? Even wet? It should be a crime. I'm so mesmerized by the view that Angel pressing up against my back this time nearly makes me jump. Instead a moan comes out when I feel his hard and needy cock slip easily between against the channel of my rear. And doesn't that feel nice.

Was there a question? "Yes?" I breathe, not having any idea to what I'm agreeing, as long as they hurry it bloody well up. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up, how much longer I an obey Angel's order not to come. And just as I'm pondering my world shift again, Cordelia's up in the air, legs tightly around both Angel and myself. Angel's plastered up behind me and I'm squished between them. Which would be something I'd enjoy more if my brain had been in working order.

But with both Angel and Cordelia whispering in my ear like *that*? I'm surprised I'm still standing! "Bloody hell," I groan, a trembling hand reaching, almost on autopilot - between Cordelia and my body. I find my aching erection and line it up to Cordelia's wet, and indeed waiting, heat. It's almost a shocking to feel the ease with which I slide my cock inside her. Tight heat squeezes around my throbbing erection, making me gasp with painful pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I pant. One hand reaches behind me to hold onto Angel while my other moves to Cordelia's hips. And I'm so very, very lost. Angel's cock nestled tightly against my arse, making me wish *he* was inside *me*. My own pushed up deep inside of Cordelia, tight and hot and-- I don't think I can move. If I move it's all over. "Oh shit, bloody buggering hell. Oh god," I can only breathe, eyes squeezed shut as my head lolls back onto Angel's shoulder.
Keep Me: ang please_keep_me on November 10th, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
I groan at Cordy's words and when I feel her legs squeeze tighter around the two of us, smushing us closer together. That's our girl. Knows just what to do to get the best reactions. And I can feel Wes' entire body tense as he slides inside her. Fuck, I wish I could see better. Next time though. Next time I want to see his cock slide smooth as silk inside her. Just imaging it? I rub against him shamelessly, sliding my cock in jerks along his ass.

Wes is nowhere near coherency at the moment, and I think I might be close to incoherency myself when I feel his hand hot and wet grasp at my hip. My hands push Cordelia even tighter against Wes, the three of us sandwiched inexorably together, no clear beginning or end to any of us. "Fuck," I groan again, imagining how this is going to be once I can fuck Wes at the same time. "Don't come, Wes," I say against his ear again, wanting this to last a little longer. Just a little longer.

Oh, shit, and there's his neck, right there for me when his head drops back onto my shoulder. I rut my hips against him in an effort to distract myself from what's right in front of my nose. And poor Cordy with no friction while Wes is panting and trying to get a grip. "Do it, Wes. She wants your cock," I groan while I whisper in his ear. "Take her, make her come, Wesley," I tell him, moving Cordy on his shaft a little myself in time with my own needy movements.

My eyes are locked on Cordy's face, seeing the aching need there, and the frustration of wanting Wes to get with the program. Not that she's about to wait. Cordy waits for no man, I think with a smirk. "You're not coming until I tell you to, so fuck her," I order finally in Wes' ear, tongue curling around the shell of it and nipping hard at the soft flesh at the bottom to spur him on.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 10th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
Oh Jesus holy fucking Christ. Yes! This is what I mean, this is-- Okay I have no words. But wow, do I know who I'm screwing just by the temperature at all. Where Angel's all cool, Wes is hot. Not warm. Hot. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me and I really, really, totally wish he'd move already. I try to be patient though. I mean, he was this close to coming already and we're so keeping him from it.

Which is why I'm blinking at Angel's words. Order more like. Wow, he so would not have gotten away with saying that to me. No way, not when I'm this close. Unless we're like, playing some game, but I don't think either of us is ready for that. Wes on the other hand just looks like he's gonna fly apart if he doesn't get to come soon, and I can't help but wonder what he'll make of those words. If he even hears them.

Wes so isn't me, and this is only a good thing for this relation ship. So I tighten my grip on them both, clamping my legs around them. I lean forward to nibble on Wes throat while Angel keeps spurring him on and groan when there's finally movement. Tiny thrusts clearly not made by Wes, but by Angel. I glance over Wes shoulder, watching Angel getting himself off with Wes ass and man... “Oh fuck, so hot watching you two.“ So very much *not* a turn-off.

"Shit, Wes. So good, harder, god yes." Using the wall I help Angel - which actually means we're helping Wes - by spearing myself on Wes shaft. With a bit of wiggling I can get him to push into me just right, wanting to move my hand down to rub my clit. Instead I grab Wes hand, put it between my legs and bit down on his shoulder. "Fuck me, Wes, come on. Then you get to come."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 10th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Can't breathe, can't move, can't do anything. All I can is feel. Feel them. Feel Cordelia pressed up to my front, my cock buried deep inside her. Wet walls clenching around my shaft, squeezing it so tightly it hurts in just the right way. Then there's Angel behind me. And I can feel his strength holding us both up, feel *his* cock sliding through the channel of my arse, feel his words.

They make me groan. I'm so close to coming I don't know how he's going to prevent me from doing so. But I'll know that I've disappointed him and maybe that's what he's aiming for? I don't know, I don't know anything any longer. All I do is feel. And it's a good thing we're already under the shower, or I'd have been sweating in a most unpleasant way.

"Please," I breathe, the words nothing more but a whisper, barely getting over the rush of the shower. It may have actually been a whimper but by now I don't care. I just want to come. Angel's words make me shudder, as to Cordelia's. I can feel her taking my hand and I don't even have to open my eyes to know where she's put it. Between her legs, I can feel the heat radiation from her want, her lust. And the same goes for Angel behind me.

"Bloody hell. Oh... bugger." Yes, that is the idea, Pryce. Snap to it, or you'll have two very, very disappointed partners. I just hope they don't expect me to be some sort of super man. I can't even hold Cordelia up on my own for example. Right, snapping to it now.

My taking a deep breath is cut short when they both suddenly use teeth. My hips jerk forward and a cry of pure want gets ripped out of my throat. "Can't," I moan, "Can't not-- Oh god--" Hips keep moving in a stuttering rhythm, pushing my cock into Cordelia and my arse against Angel and dear lord, I'm so close. So close, only their words and my not wanting to disappoint them keeps me from going over that edge.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 11th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
My eyes close and I groan in Wes' ear, the feel of his ass clenching against me is just this side of paradise. Warm, wet flesh against my bare cock, I can barely think, instead I just move, making myself and hopefully them feel good too.

Wes feels amazing the way his body is clenched so tight - not out of nerves this time, but in desperation. He needs it so bad. And that? Is hot. That we've gotten him so wound up that the only thing he can think is not to come, is pretty damn amazing.

Finally, finally, he snaps out of it, and I wonder for a second whether my order made him feel better or worse. But we're all moving, and there's not time think, need building up in me, my balls tightening fast as I rut up against his ass, pushing him into Cordelia as he rocks back and forth between us barely holding on.

"Perfect, Wes, that's it," I praise in his ear, mindlessly moving with him and listening to his desperate cries. God "Christ, Wes. So good. Cordy," I groan, watching her work herself on Wes' fingers and swollen erection. Damn it I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer and if they keep whimpering like that- "Come, Wes. We want to see you," I moan so close against his ear, smashing my hips against his for more friction. "Come, Wes," I whisper throatily, hands squeezing Cordy's ass and still trying to help her move on Wes's shaft while I feel my own orgasm about to break free. I can see his fingers trying to move agains her, and it's all I can do to remember not to let go in order to touch Cordy too, not to try to get us all off at once.
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on November 11th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking Wes is on sensory overload right now. Poor guy, we did kinda sneak up on him in the shower. First Angel then me. And he was worse off when it came to the flu thingy then me. What with his doing research and cleaning weapons and all that crap. Doesn't mean it's not feeling good to have him inside me. I'm sure Angel is thinking the same from his side.

And as I look down at Angel's cock slipping between the cheeks of Wes ass? Can't help but wonder what it'll look like to have Angel fuck Wes. Or what that'll feel like for Wes. Has he ever done something like that before? I mean it's not like he was all sorts of hesitant about doing it with a guy. Man, that looks all kinds of hot. The sight alone could bring me off.

Right now I need more though. Wes fingers finally finding my clit and rubbing it has me jerking in his arms. A cry of pure pleasure gets out as I slam back against the wall. "Oh shit yes. Wes, Wes." I tighten my legs even more around them, one hand in Wes hair, the other clutching Angel's shoulder now that he's close by. And now trying to imagine what it'll be like to have *Angel's* mouth between my legs.

Oh, that thought bring me even closer to the edge. Wes is finally thrusting into me, no doubt with Angel's help. "Oh yes, so good, so good. Angel harder, god." I can feel big hands squeeze my ass, smaller hands rubbing my clit and a hot cock pounding into me and being so close? I'm gone. So fucking gone. Especially when I hear Angel's words. Almost like he's saying them to me as well.

"Yes! Shit!" I cry out, the sound echoing in the small shower. My body starts to spasm and jolt after jolt of pure heat goes through my body in waves. I can feel Wes pulsing inside me, my hands now clutching both of Angel's shoulder and digging my nails in deep as I ride out my climax. My eyes fly open focusing on both Wes and Angel cause I wanna see them come.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on November 11th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
This is to much, I don't think I can take it much longer. My movements are far to slow and stuttering. I can barely hear what they're saying I'm so far gone. There's very little air getting into my lung and with this flu already blocking my breathing is it any wonder I'm seeing stars? I'm feeling so warm it's almost burning, but damn does it feel good.

Clumsy fingers finally find that spot between Cordy's legs she wants me to touch. And the moment my fingers rub over it she jolts against me and pushed me deeper inside her. I can feel her muscles clench around my cock making me groan or quite possibly whimper. By now I really don't know what comes out of my mouth, nor do I care. I don't even know if I'm coming or going.

Angel's still behind me, holding on tight. Cool, throbbing erection pushing through the channel of my arse. Rubbing over my entrance, the head sliding over that sensitive skin just below it. Against my balls and then back up again. Oh god, this is really to much, I suppose I should be glad their hands are to busy holding on to get much touching in or I'd be lost. So bloody lost.

Finally I hear Angel's voice again, whispering those words I've been wanting to hear since he damn well started all this in the shower. My body freezes, tensing with the need to come. First there's nothing, but then I hear Cordelia cry out and I too find myself stumbling over that edge.

"Oh..." I whisper almost as though in awe. My cock explodes inside her at the same time my legs give out and I can feel myself sliding down as I'm no longer able to hold myself up.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 18th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Cordy's eyes are so dark as I watch her over Wes' shoulder. She's gasping and arching and looking so damn debauched, it's hard to imagine her all tied up in one of her designer outfits. Looks so much better like this, make-up free, hair wild and Wes' shirt clinging in all the right places. God, I can't wait to be in her again, feel her clench around me like I know she's doing to Wes right now. They look perfect together, and I want to see them do this again too.

"Beautiful," I murmur in Wes' ear, looking at Cordy and dragging my teeth over Wes's ear as I feel Cordy's body jerk and spasm just as Wes does. Seeing them like this, feeling them like this, so satisfied and spent bodies still throbbing with lust, it's no surprise that my cock pulses against Wes' ass, shooting between us. Definitely going to need the shower to wash up. "Gorgeous," I breathe, wrapping my arms around them tightly as I feel Wes' knees buckle.

My eyes flutter closed as I ease us to the bottom of the tub, my muscles going lax enough that the only way we'd still be standing is by smushing Cordy against the wall, and that's no way to enjoy the afterglow. The water is still pelting down on us, only now it's dragging my hair down into my face, running in streams over my nose and cheeks. And there's my cock still jerking against Wes' cheeks making me want to not take things so slow next time and really do this right. Not that that's going to happen, but it's hard not to think about really taking him after something like that.

I slump against Wes, arms still around the two of them. "You two are going to make me insatiable," I murmur, kissing Wes' shoulder and groaning when Cordy's nails ease up on my shoulders where they were digging in before. "Love you," I murmur, looking into a hazy smile that's probably a lot like my own.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 19th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
Wow, they're all kinds of beautiful. Wes has his head thrown back, shaking all over, his face showing pure pleasure followed by utter exhaustion. But a happy one, even if he's about to fall down. And Angel? Angel looks like he's flickering between his demon self and his human side. I taking it as a compliment to us that he's loosing that control even just a little bit. His human side wins out and oh boy is that a pretty sigh.

My orgasm winds down to only a very nice spasm here and there as I feel myself sliding down the walls. Wes' soft cock slips out of me as all of us are guided down gentle. Gotta be Angel's doing my tired mind tells me. Cause no way we would've gone down so carefully otherwise. Normally you tumble down I'm sure, and that would've been a not so nice after glow. Nice afterglow in bed would be even better, cause the shower is getting colder.

"Oh Jesus," I pant, pushing the hair out of my face with one hand, while holding onto Wes with the other. My legs are still awkwardly wrapped around him and Angel. And when I look at the lot of us? It's kinda hard to say where one ends and the other begins. Only I have prettier legs then they do. Heh.

"You were already insatiable," I tell Angel, leaning forward, past Wes, to look at Angel with a raised eyebrow. There's a smile on my face though. One that looks totally like the one Angel's wearing. And the one Wes is wearing, though less with the exhaustion. "Love you both too, that was great stuff," I assure them with a sigh. Reaching up I smooth first Wes hair back from his face - not that there is much to fall into his face - and then Angel's.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile S2watcher_pryce on November 19th, 2007 05:29 am (UTC)
Oh good bloody god. I've died. I've died and gone to heaven. I've never even *thought* of having sex in the shower. Yes, of course I've heard of it, it's a bit hard not to when Cordelia starts to blather on out of those magazines of hers. Much to my embarrassment. It's quite another to actually experience it. I doubt those magazine's thought of having three in the shower for the sex part though. Good lord.

I'm floating, floating far above everything. Voices, the noise of the shower, the echoes of our cries, they're all coming from far, far away while my climax washes over me. I can feel Angel's grip tighten on me, Cordy's legs sliding down and my cock slipping out of her. It makes me grown with a sense of loss, even harder when I no longer feel Angel's shaft slipping up and down my arse. Which is when I realize we must be on the floor.

Slumping against Angel I automatically pull Cordelia closer to me. The only sound coming from me is heavy panting while I try to catch my breath, which is a hard job with a rather stubborn cold still invading your system. My head is spinning, my vision is blurry but Christ! That must've been one of the best climaxes I've ever hard.

There's some mumbling, probably coming from me but even I have no idea what I'm saying. I can feel Cordelia's fingers brush over my face and into my hair, Angel's lips on my shoulder and the shower getting colder. What I want to do right now is go to bed with the two of them, wrap myself around them and sleep. I feel great, I feel so absolutely great that I can't bring myself to care much about anything though.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 27th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
I only have to lean forward a few inches to get my lips on Cordy's with the way she's slumped against Wes. And since Wes is slumped against me, it's definitely not far to reach. Need a kiss after something like that though. "Mm, you're right," I murmur with a smile against her lips once I'm done plundering her mouth. "I guess I am, for the two of you. Don't know why that would be," I mumble with that still dazed smile on my lips. Without really thinking, I decide it's Wes' turn too, and gently turn his head so I can lean around for a kiss from him too. Lips just as soft as Cordy's, mouth just as pliant. Only...different. More Wes-like.

I sigh softly to myself, pleased, when I ease my lips off his. Coud just stay right here for a few hours in a nice little pile with them. Oh, but water. Water that's probably feeling kind cool on my recently sick, mortal partners. No, no, no, we don't want more of the being sick. Definitely not. It's cute for about a day, but after that? Just a bummer for everyone. Though, it was nice having them both sick so that Cordy could keep Wes in bed with her. That was pretty cute. Okay, no more getting sick right now. I'm sure there will be plenty other times for them to get sick.

Leaning forward, I turn the knobs as hot as they'll go, hoping to squeeze a little bit more hot water out of Cordy's pipes. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I would know having been the last to shower around here after our slimier fights several times. "Let's get you two cleaned up," I say, flicking my tongue along the shell of Wes' ear and trying to rouse my muscles into further movement. "Then I'll pile us all in bed," I tell them, knowing that at least Wes isn't moving on his own any time soon. Cordy doesn't look much better, but we definitely seem to have taken the life out of Wes. In a good way, I'm thinking.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 28th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, kissing. I like kissing. I love kissing. But only if it's one of my boys of course. Totally. And there is, kissing one of my boys. My mouth willingly moves along with Angel's since I'm to tired to initiate more kissing of my own. Good thing Angel's still focused isn't it? Probably one of those vampire things Wes likes to drone on about for hours on end. Must pay better attention next time, cause it's now in my interest to *know* these things.

When we part, I beam at him, though my eyebrow is still raise while I mull over his remark. "I dunno why that would be either," I tease back with a glance at Wes. Who's still slumped against Angel and hasn't even opened his eyes yet. Totally out for the count our boy here. Probably best if we tuck him in bed. We are so doing this shower thing again. Soon. When we're all feeling so much better. Heck, I'm already feeling so much better.

Hmm, more kissing. Boy kissing. And lets say this again, but that's hot. Even if Wes already looks so dazed that he'd fall down if here weren't sitting. Head resting on Angel's shoulder letting our vampire move him any which way he'd like. Bet you I could do the same and Wes would let me. Even if he wasn't being a boneless heap.

Cleaning up sounds like a good idea. Pile us all in bed? Even better. "I'm all for it," I mumble, using my boys to haul myself up. With a little difficulty, I realize as I sway there on my feet. Okay, first things first, this shirt has got to go. I leave it up to Angel to haul Wes from the floor while I pull the wet fabric over my head and let it drop on the floor with a wet splash. So yeah, maybe I'm putting on a little show, mostly for Angel, since Wes isn't paying much attention anyway.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on November 28th, 2007 05:47 am (UTC)
Angel feels strangely warm and Cordelia feels even hotter where I find myself sandwiched between them. Which is really not such a bad place to be. Not at all in fact. They're both so strong it's humbling. I don't mean just now, because right now it's even more obvious then any other time. Considering they are still talking while all I can do is pant. And slump against Angel, putting my head on his shoulder.

There's kissing. That makes me frown, since I'm still panting it can't be me doing any kissing. God, do I want to though, but moving is just to much of a chore. Don't need to be a genius to realize that Angel and Cordelia are kissing. The sounds alone are enough to send another jolt of pleasure to me and I wish I had the energy to open my eyes. To watch then. I love watching them kiss, touch, make love. I just love watching them.

There suddenly a face on my hand, making me frown thoughtfully for a moment while I figure out who's hand that might be. It's strong grip that hasn't anything feminine to it. Must be Angel then. And as lips close over mine it's all to clear that it's Angel doing the kissing. Kissing me. I find some energy after all to groan into his mouth, letting him kiss me while enjoying that very much myself and wishing I could do more then just slump against him like some wet rag.

To tired, to exhausted to move though. I can barely hear whatever they're saying. Something about clean and bed. They're going to be cleaning the bed? Why? Oh, probably because we've been in there sick and such. Must be wreaking havoc on Angel's sense of smell. Poor chap. That was really not very thoughtful of us was it? I murmur something under my breath, not really sure what when suddenly half the body heat is leaving. It's then that I manage to pry one eye open, having the other following soon at the sigh.

Cordelia, undressing. Cordelia standing in front of me completely naked and beautiful and gorgeous and... I'm staring. Closing my mouth would probably be the polite thing to do either, but now I *really* can't bring myself to move even an inch.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 30th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
Hmm. Wes is definitely paying attention now. And there's a part of me that's wishing it could be paying attention with the way Cordy flaunts every inch of her bare skin at us. There's a little rumble in my chest wanting to turn into a feral sort of growl, as if trying to say that Cordy's *mine*. But I don't let it turn into much more than a rumble. She's not mine, she's ours, and I'm really going to have to learn to channel that possessive streak differently, otherwise Wes is going to get a complex, or both of them are, depending one who I'm growlng at. And that is way too much thought when there's a gorgeous, naked woman in front of me.

Gorgeous, naked woman who is slick and wet in more ways than one. Her curls glisten between her thighs from the wetness Wes was just sliding into, and her hair waves caressingly around her shoulders and breasts like a mythic siren. Definitely not the only one staring here.

"Tease," I groan when my balls try to tighten again. "I think Wes likes it," I say, deflecting my own appreciation to the slack-jawed Watcher in my arms. These two really are going to make me insatiable. Always going to be ready for another go with these two. But when did that ever change? Only now I *can* have that go.

"Up we go, Wes," I say in Wes' ear, hauling Wes up with me, hands under his armpits. We're definitely a wet mess, but we're up, even if my arms are wrapped tight around him to keep him stable once on his feet. And I don't think Wes has even noticed that we're off the ground. He's still too busy marvelling at the beauty in front of him.

"Ready for another go with Cordy?" I tease him while his eyes goggle at her and my hand slides down his chest. Gotta get him cleaned up here, right? "You looked pretty good making her come," I whisper in his ear, hand gliding closer to his spent cock and that condom loosely on it. "I might want to watch again sometime," I add, fingers meeting his limp flesh where it's bare above the latex. All the while looking at Cordy with a devilish look as I tease Wes.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 30th, 2007 05:32 am (UTC)
Man, I still got it. Not that I *didn't* know that, but it's kinda nice to have that, you know, confirmed. And with the way Wes is all slacked jawed ogling me? I'd say that's one down. The other one is not far away and I'm totally giving him dispensation cause he's a vampire and has better recovery time. Poor Wes is never gonna keep up with us is he? Hope that's not gonna be an issue, he has to many issue already.

"You betcha," I murmur, barely audible over the rush of the shower still going. Wont be for long, cause we're seriously running out of hot water. I smirk down at Angel as I stand there, totally flaunting myself in front of them. Hey, if you got the goods and all that? Except, now I only got to show them off for real in front of my boys. *My* boys. Mine, mine, mine alone. Er... and each other. Yeah.

I let my hands slide down my body as I watch *my* boys. Wes all slacked jawed and big eyed, kinda cute. Okay, way cute. Angel smirking that free and comfortable grin he sometimes gets. Not often enough though, so totally not. If Wes and me can get it out more often? I'm so there. Unlike Wes, who's totally not there, but in a far happier place.

"Did we break his brain?" I joke, when Angel hauls Wes up and watcher boy looks at our lover with this dazed expression. Angel's getting a bit of teasing in himself only he gets to touch someone other then himself. So not fair. But as I watch his hand - big, strong, protective hand - I realize I can get in some teasing time too. Heh.

I slip closer to where they're standing, hand reaching out to curl around Wes limp cock. "Gimme me a moment and I'll be ready to go," I whisper in his other ear, trying not to giggle when Angel had to tighten his grip on our boy. I slowly roll the condom off his spend shaft as my mouth moves from his neck to his until they meet in a short, breathless kiss.

I keep kissing him, face, throat, shoulders, tossing the condom behind me and then using my hand to wash Wes' cock, his balls, a bit lower, sometimes brushing against Angel's hand who's doing a bit of groping himself I'm thinking. The smirk growing on my face when we pull back matches Angel's I'm sure. "You could probably carry him to bed now and he wont even notice."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on November 30th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
"She's beautiful," I manage to breathe out when I hear someone say *something*. I don't know. In fact I seem to have no clue about anything other then Cordelia in front of me and Angel holding me tightly behind me. I could happily spend the next few days right here on the shower floor as long as I have this view and these strong arms holding me. Very happily indeed, even if the shower is starting to get colder.

And despite the fact that Angel's trying to kill me with touch alone. Gentle, soft, oh so good feeling touch. A groan gets out without my realize it because now I'm to busy ogling Cordelia and panting because of Angel's touches. Which is why I'm somewhat surprised when Cordelia is suddenly on eye-level with me. When--when did we get of the floor?

A thought which vanishes completely as Angel keeps whispering in my ear. I'm a bit sorry I can only hear half of them and then absolutely nothing when my body goes in sensory overload. There's Angel whispering, hand moving toward my cock. Cordelia naked, flaunting herself in front of me and pressing closer and-- then her hand snakes around my cock.

Knees buckle, would have hit the ground if it weren't for Angel's tight grip. A grip he's forced to tighten even more as Cordelia's lips close over mine and then slip down to my throat, shoulder... I lose track right around there. Knees buckle even more and I feel like a rag dol in Angel's arms. Unable to support my own body any longer. Angel's not standing still either and it's a good thing we're in the shower which means I'm already bright red.

Because the sounds currently bouncing back from the walls are without a doubt mine. My groans, my pleas, my whimpering. But lets be honest here... "Killing me," I'm barely able to get out, hips jerking when Cordelia meets Angel's hand at the base of it. Oh this is so very unfair isn't it? They *would* be ready for another go... but my body clearly isn't. In fact, the only reason its still standing upright is due to Angel forcing it to do so.

"Bloody hell," my head thuds back on Angel shoulder, large big eyes staring at him pleadingly. I cannot believe I'm this close to begging them to *stop*. Pathetic.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
"Just gave it a little vacation," I say, grinning back at Cordy. It's so obvious how gone Wes' brain is. If he'd heard Cordy, he would probably have groaned or his eyes would have gone wide at the idea of taking her again. But all he can do is squirm beneath our hands and pant. Pretty boy. Pretty girl, too. Definitely not minding the show of Cordy kissing Wes. My grip around Wes tightens as he goes completely limp. Wow. Yeah, well, Cordelia will do that to a guy, I think with a smile.

My hand brushes against Cordy's as we both toy with his flaccid cock. Still pretty gorgeous even when he's not hard. Well, doesn't hurt that he's got some attractive hands all over him. I grin at Cordy as his hips jerk involuntarily. We are so good. Or so bad, depending on whether you're looking at this from Wes' perspective or not.

Now that is pretty. Wes so overloaded that he can't do anything but let us do what we're doing. Let us have all this control over him. Oh, he would be Angelus' dream. But he's mine. All mine. And Cordy's. But that's it. Nobody else's. Nobody else touches him. Not like this, that's for certain, because those little whimpers he makes? Off the rating scale. Beyond pornographic. Gorgeous is what they are and even his little warning doesn't really have me wanting to stop, because obviously it feels good. If not a bit too much. And that's exactly why he looks and sounds too good. He likes it even though there's nothing he can do about it. Constrained only by the limits of his body. Otherwise? I think he'd let us touch him all we like. Whenever. Probably even wherever eventually too. Maybe he's the insatiable one.

"Gorgeous," I say to his pleading look. He's right there. Right on the verge of pleasure and pain. ...And that is so hot. My eyes glance at Cordy and it looks like I'm not the only one having fun seeing him like this. "Better turn him around," I say, shifting him in my grip, and Cordy's right, I don't think Wes would say boo if I carried him off to bed right now. But his back kind of got claimed. There would definitely be some stickiness there later.

Cordy's and my hands seem to glide around him, our hands swirling over his skin and mine very much groping his ass and brushing my fingers over his hole while we him clean up. "Think we should get him in bed and get him to come again?" I ask her with a teasing grin, hoping to torture Wes a little more with that thought.
Cordelia Chase: smirkqueen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 12:57 pm (UTC)
Killing him? Yeah. "But what a way to go huh?" I smirk at Angel while we continue to tease Wes, and al he can do is hang on tight to our vampire. Looking at us with this desperation of want and need and something else I can't put my finger on in his eyes. All the while we keep on teasing him. Okay, maybe Wes thinks it's pure torture, but like I said? What a way to go.

I let my hand slide over his body while the other one reaches behind me to get some soap. We're supposed to be washing up anyway, so we might as well do that. Nothing to do with the way I love feeling how slick we can make him. Make them, cause I have every intention of washing Angel as well. Wes' so not the only one who got to come and got dirty. Nope, even if he's the only one who looks like it.

Soaping up my hands I slide them back on that heated skin and waste no time 'washing' up Wes. Angel's hands bump into mine as I wash Wes cock and balls, his stomach, his legs and if I breathe a little bit over his cock? Totally not my fault he's so close by. When I get up, Angel turns him around and my hands are just drawn to that cute ass. And so are Angel's it seems. All the while Wes lets us just do whatever we want.

Part of me wonders if that's cause he's Wes, or cause he's just to exhausted to anything else. Does he even know what's going on? Though, if the sounds of desperation and yeah, he sounds like a really good porn movie, are anything to go by? He knows. Oh boy, oh boy does he know. And watching Angel rub his fingers over Wes asshole? Really doing all sorts of funny things to *my* body's needs.

Good thing I'm not as far gone as Wes... Okay, the look on his face when Angel calls him gorgeous makes me think he's not that far gone. Makes me sigh and want to hop on a plane to England. One day, one day Angel and me are gonna have him accept that he's gorgeous too. Just like Angel, just like me. For now? Angel and me are having way to much fun torturing him while Wes lets us. I let my eyes slide to that finger, that large hand torturing Wes ass and smirk.

"We should," I agree, pressing myself close to the two of them and turning off the taps. Hey, we're totally clean. "Gotta build up our boys stamina, no better place to start then now." And I *so* got a point there, cause if we don't Wes *is* gonna kill himself trying to keep up with me and Angel.

"Are you gonna go all caveman on him?" I ask innocently, reaching past Wes to curl my fingers briefly around Angel's cock and slipping a soaped up hand down. What? He does need cleaning up too!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 01:02 pm (UTC)
Dead, dead. I' m going to die. And this most certainly is not the way I had always pictured myself dying. Getting slashed to bits by a demon? Yes. Tripping and falling down on my own sword? Most certainly. Old age was even there, once, stupidly. But this? This never, ever crossed my mind. Death by marathon shagging in the shower, or anywhere really, by your boy *and* girlfriend. By your partners.

God, but Cordelia has a point. What a way to go. My point on the other hand is that I'd rather not 'go' yet. I'd like to say around these two for a very, very long time. They seem to be enjoying themselves so much tough that I can't *not* let them do whatever they want. Even if it's something actually physically painful as my body tries to hard to keep up with these to. "Ah! Oh god."

And embarrassing, I think as my cock makes a valiant but futile attempt to jerk to life and join in on the fun my two insatiable lovers seem to have. It's pointless though which is very sad. They do seem to be eager for a round two, three? I lost count. But I'm not capable of such. Well, not for myself at any rate. Doesn't mean I wont be able to please them, which I've shown them on the beach. Or I would if they could stop stimulating my body for... quite some time.

Doesn't seem like they're going to though. All I can do is let them turn me every which way, breathe hard and whimper, groan and hold onto Angel while they have their fun. Calling me gorgeous. That earns Angel a look but before I can say anything they have me turned around and my arms desperately cling onto Angel's neck. Cordelia seems to enjoy herself playing with my cock and balls, making me moan loudly into Angel's neck.

Angel on the other hand seems to have fun teasing my entrance. "Ngh!" Hips jerk forward into Cordy's hand and a desperate sob is able to escape my lips. Then I push backward against that finger again. There's fear spiking through me and flashes of other showers and someone else touching me there have me frozen for a second. But sure, gentle hands coax me out of that before it gets to much. Not that *their* touching isn't getting to much. Or their words. In a move that's pure desperation, twitching between Cordy's touch and Angel's, I let my forehead drop on Angel's shoulder and let out something close to another sob.

"Don't think," I pant, squeezing my eyes shut and needing every bit of concentration to keep upright, "I can." Sadness tinges my voice, because damn, don't I wish I could. For them. "But I could," I keep going between needy breaths, "make you?" Yes, that's a question, maybe even a plea for permission as I lift my head to look at them desperately. But, in bed please, because I don't think I can stand up on my own. Or not faint. Fainting could very well be an option if they keep this up.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 01:51 pm (UTC)
A little groan escapes me as I watch Cordy take care of the cleaning, my own hand leaving Wes for a second to give her a hand cleaning herself. And oh, that's nice. Wes might not be ready for more, but I could be. Touching Wes' ass and having Cordy wrap those manicured fingers around my own shaft are doing nothing to stop that want trying to build up again.

And I seem to have my arms full of clinging, nearly broken Watcher. He's got enough awareness now to throw his arms around my neck, and that not only helps with holding onto his slippery skin, it feels good. Somehow, getting Wes to cling to me unabashedly seems like something important. He doesn't like to show weakness. And I'm thinking normal people would consider clinging and making keening sounds against your lover would qualify as verging on weak, even though I know perfectly well it's only because he's so far gone. And Wes is okay with us seeing him like this. I like it. I like it a lot.

I can feel his body really making a valiant effort to join in. Little jerks and writhing. Little pushes and needy sounds. He wants to please us, but his body doesn't know how to handle the stimulation. We'll get him there. He'll be able to keep up, I bet. Eventually. Right now, I'm savoring the way his head is buried in my neck, hot puffs of air sobbing over my wet skin, and I know he's this close to feeling like a disappontment - which is very much not on the agenda - if we push him any further right now.

"Shh," I soothe him softly. Pleasure-pain is good, but it looks like we might've pushed Wes past that. "We've got you," I murmur next to his ear. "Not going to hurt you," I remind him softly, remembering that sex and pain might already be intertwined for Wes. We don't want to bring that back. I can already smell a little fear, and I give Cordy a silent shake of my head to have her back off some. Don't want to overload him in a bad way. My fingers gently slide away from his entrance - rubbing it gently before I do to also remind him who he's with - and then moving up to massage over his back.

"You can. And I think you will. But right now just relax, tiger. We'll make you feel good too," I tell him, kissing his temple. "Pretty sure nobody's going to mind a little treat from you in the meantime." We do need to work on his stamina. Hmm. I like when he's struggling on the edge like this, but we'll see how things go. Maybe we'll push him a little further in a minute. Once he's calm and not worrying about doing whatever we want.

Seems like Cordy's taken care of the cleaning, so it looks like it's my turn to take care of getting our overwhelmed, short-circuited boy into bed. I reach out a hand to give Cordy's a squeeze. I know I get too focused on our Watcher sometimes. As strong as he is, he's very fragile. "What do you think, Cordy?" I ask her as I scoop Wes up my arms and step carefully out of the shower with a dripping Wes. "Should we be nice and give him some down time while he goes down on you? Or make him do us both at once again?" Next time, maybe we'll have Cordy be the center of attention. Doubt any of us would mind that. And right now, letting Wes think that he's going to get to please us both instead of getting frustrated some more is not a bad thing.
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 02:33 pm (UTC)
My hands on Wes body go from torturous to soothing in a split second. All it took was one look from Angel. Hey! When did we do the silent communicating thing? Okay, we did it before, funny how it always seems to work when we're with Wes. So not working any other time. Communication is totally a skill Angel and I are still trying to get down when it comes to each other.

And it looks like the fun has come to a halt. Temporarily I hope, cause damn, I was having a lot of fun. I never knew how much fun it was to push a willing partner to the brink. Not that I know much about how to do that, just what I read in those magazines. Who are totally not even coming close to the truth! I mean, must following Angel's lead and my own instinct? Way better and hotter results.

I watch as Angel soothes Wes, who looks like he's in need of soothing. He *looks* as if he's about to disjoint us, or so he thinks. I know that look, I've wanted to slap that look of his face so many times before. I hate that look. Makes me sad, and angry. For now though, I just raise my eyebrows in anticipation of Angel's cave man act. Which he promptly does, making me smirk even wider.

Following them out of the shower, I close the curtain behind me and think we can clean up the mess later. Way later. Cause Angel's talking dirty again - man he's good at that - making me feel warm in places which barely had time to cool down. Good thing I'm able to keep *my* sounds inside. Wow.

"Well, maybe a second, possibly two," I say with a mock resigned sigh, padding after them, not bothered by my own nakedness, into the bedroom. Instead of bothering about that, I'm to busy grinning at the adorable confused look on Wes' face. Yeah, and the thought of him going down on me. Wes is good at that, must be all those languages making his tongue so agile. I'm getting a whole sort of new appreciation for those lingo's!

"Both of us, by the say. Cause that was really a very pretty sight." If not Wes, then totally the look on Angel's face back on the beach, or here in bed. Whoa.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 02:34 pm (UTC)
I can please them, even if my body is incapable of having some itself. I can! I don't want to disappoint them and they look so eager for this other round that it's nearly overwhelming. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought sex could be like this. Never in my most vivid imagination would I have believed it. Most importantly, I'd have never thought I would have *wanted* to please someone this badly.

Sex isn't something I usually associate with fun, or pleasure or even something one might want to do willingly. But good lord, have these two, these wonderful, beautiful, gentle, stubborn oh so loving people shown me differently. Shown me things that had never crossed my mind and will, I have no doubt, show me so much more in the future. And it's not even the sex I enjoy the most. No, strangely enough it's not. It's the look on their faces, the knowledge that I'm able to please them, the feeling of safety and belonging I have in the circle of their arms, the...

... fact that I'm no longer on the floor? I look around confused, thinking that I seem to have developed the talent of moving without using my feet. Or indeed touching the floor. "What...?" It's not until we enter the bedroom that I realize Angel's once again carrying me. And if I had a working brain I'd have wondered about them both and this fetish. Of course I also would have protested loudly about my ability to walk.

Instead all I seem to be able to do is look from Cordelia to Angel with confusion and groan at their words. The pictures they paint. The way my body is once again - without success - trying to keep up with them. I'm thinking I need far more then a second. God, I hope I get more then a second, or even two.

"Please," I hear myself whimper, pulling my face - reluctantly - away from Angel's neck to give them a desperate look. The words 'I'm sorry I'm not good enough for this' are fighting to tumble past my lips.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
I nab a towel as we slip out of the bathroom and hold Wesley close. All I can feel when I see that sort of look in his eye is protect, protect, protect. I hate that he thinks he's disappointed us, or is going to if he doesn't or can't do exactly what we want. "I missed your mouth earlier while mine was on you," I murmur in his ear to remind him that we both like what he did that night on the beach. "Someday we'll have to do that at the same time." Low voice, right in his ear. Remind him that he is *so* good and we want him. All the time even if we don't get the fun of giving him release.

I let him slide down onto his still wobbly feet when we reach the bed and start towelling him off so we're not all lying in a wet bed. Yeah, my hands still linger, but I try to keep the touches soothing. Once he's dried good enough, I lean in to give him several long, reassuring kisses. We love you and want you. You're not a disappointment. Ever. When I'm finally sure that his brain is mush, I let him slide down to sit on the bed, pleased smile on my own face at least. Love kissing Wes. Could do that all day. Maybe sometime we will.

I look down at him there on the bed, lips swollen and eyes looking glassy. It'd be better if I kept touching him - I'm starting to get the idea that that grounds him a whole lot better than looks and words - but I think there's a girl here who might need some toweling off too.

Tugging Cordy close, I hand the towel to Wes. "Dry us off a little?" I ask remembering that he was going to do the pleasing. And I *know* he likes touching us. Or, well, I think he does. I don't remember him shying away from that.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
My brain just went flash, flash and then a bang at those words. Both of them sucking each other off? Damn, I so want front row seats to that. So, so very much. Cause that? Is beyond hot and I just love watching my boys doing all sorts of fun naughty stuff. I'm thinking that's good for Wes too, cause that mouth of his? Magic. And he likes doing it too, something I didn't get until I did it to Angel.

Gonna do it for Wes too, soon. I'm so there.

We're back in the bedroom quick enough. I raise an eyebrow at the strip of condoms on the floor, ripped out of the box and stifle a giggle. Someone has been thinking far, far ahead and is expecting lots of Wes sex. And I'd better never, ever share my next thought, which would bit it's gonna take some time for Wes to run out of condoms. Not his fault he's male and not a demon. Then they call us women the weaker sex. Hah!

Also not something I should say out loud right now I'm thinking. Not that I'm gonna be saying much of anything cause there's boy kissing. And yep, that makes me so wet and wanting and fucking needy! Just from watching them kiss. That's all it takes. Okay, kissing like *this*, making out, making Wes brain turn off. Angel it would totally seem is very good at that. Way good.

"Fuck, that's so friggen hot," I sigh, scooting closer to them while Angel towels Wes dry. Wes who's looking as though he has no idea what's going on again. Especially not when Angel gives him the towel and he looks at it with this cute clueless look.

"I'm thinking you broke his brain again," I point out, scooting up on the foot of the bed and hey, nicely showing off *my* assets. "Let's hope it's fixable," I smirk, taking Wes' and putting it on one of my breasts before quirking an eyebrow at Angel.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC)
It takes me a while to realize my feet are already on the bed and I'm still stupidly holding onto Angel. Angel who's using words to make me groan and shudder. Again. Bloody hell, he's good at that. He sucked me off. Angel. Sucked me off. Angel. Yes, my mind is having a little bit of trouble wrapping around that, despite the fact that I was there. I didn't get to come in his mouth, but that doesn't matter. I got to watch those soft lips wrapped around my cock.

The thought of doing that to him while he's returning the favor at the very same time is apparently to much for my brain. My eyes glaze over while I picture that, my cock once again tries to get with the program without much success and Angel's lips press against mine before I have a chance to make even a sound.

Those sounds are getting swallowed by his mouth as he kisses me rather thoroughly. It once again takes me a few seconds to realize that participation might be very much appreciated. Though my body seems to have it's own mind and was already kissing back feverishly. God, I love kissing this man. Just as much as I love to kiss Cordelia. They each have their own, stunning, way to turn off my brain with just a kiss.

A point well proven when he pulls back to let me breathe and all I can do is look at him dazed, stupid dumb smile in place on my face. There's something being pressed into my hands, making me blink down on it while trying to figure out what that might possibly be.

A strangled little noise forms in the back of my throat and is pushed out when Cordelia takes my hand and puts it on her very ample bosom. Eyes tick from Cordelia, to Angel and vice versa while I try to get my brain in gear because I'm fairly certain I was supposed to be doing *something*. Oh towel. It's a towel! What am I to do with this towel? Christ.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:07 pm (UTC)
Seems to have forgotten all about disappointing us, looks like, I think with a very smug look once the kissing is over. "Like it when we kiss?" I ask her, brushing my lips along Wes' jaw before ending the kissing completely. I can feel her heat next to me, and absolutely smell that she's getting aroused again. Wow. Just some kissing, huh? I guess Wes and I really are going to have to do that all day some time. Wonder how many times we could get Cordy off with just kissing? That would be an interesting experiment. Right now, though, we seem to have hit a snag. Guess I did my job a little too well.

Smiling at Wes' complete confusion, I press the towel into Wes' hand that's not holding Cordy's very attractive breast, and then moving the hand with the towel to her other breast. "Dry," I murmur to Wes, guiding his touch, making him slide the towel down along her side, along the curve of her hips and ass, across her stomach and at that point I'm fighting not to move things along too fast and dip fingers between her legs, so I let him go, let him figure out what to dry next with the fluffy textured towel while my hand gets a turn with her breast, cupping it and flicking my thumb back and forth over her nipple. Didn't get to do this in the shower.

"My turn, when you finish with Cordy, Wes," I remind him, little rivulets of water still sliding down my chest as I scoot in next to them, still entranced with Cordy's breasts. Funny how a little flick of my nail sends a new wave of arousal to my nose. I give her some soft little squeezes, but mostly I'm just rubbing my thumb over the tip of her nipple. Get to feel it harden and pebble while I watch her face. That's definitely pretty.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC)
Ooh, look at that smug look. Just look at Angel's face with the smugness. Okay, he has ever right to look smug, but I'm thinking that despite the big brain he has? It doesn't really take all that much to break it. At least it doesn't take all that much for *us* to break it. Good thing it's fixable... I hope. Pretty much fixes itself after some rest.

Which he's so not getting right now, our Wes. Nope, not if we can help it. Wonder just how far we can push him before he actually can't move or think at all. Would be all kinds of fun to find out cause he's always so proper and thinking and stuff. At the moment he's not doing much of anything and I watch bemused as Angel takes his hand and guides them both over my body. Wes' hand and his own. Which is way great feeling.

A shudder goes through me when Wes finally gets the hang of it, totally managing on his own which leaves Angel to do some naughty stuff for himself. Angel's hand is big and strong on my breast. Which is so different from Wes' where he's still resting his delicate, elegant hand on my other one. I glance down and can't help but grin at the sight. I'll always know who's touching me, temp aside, that's for sure.

"Having fun?" I ask, swallowing down a groan as Angel keeps playing with my nipples. An eyebrow raises in his direction and my own hand snakes out to curl around his cock again. His very much reacting cock. A quick glance at Wes lets me know he's not noticing that, cause that would have made that look come back. Right now? I'm gonna have me some fun with Angel here.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)
Can't seem to stop staring at my hand on her breast. Very fine looking breast. *Very* fine indeed. I dare to squeeze it gently, gasping at the feeling of it filling my hand so easily. Just as when I hold onto Angel's shaft. As though they were made for just my hand. Or rather, as though my hand was made just for them. I'm guessing that's more accurate. And I still have towel I have no idea what to do with.

It's my hand moving without my telling it to that finally lets me drag my eyes away from Cordelia's chest. Blinking, I glance down to see a large hand wrapped around my own, moving the towel around. Oh. Angel. Oh! Drying! Of course! Sometimes I'm really stupid. Alright, more then sometimes when it comes to this. I was supposed to dry her off.

Frowning with concentration I get to the task at hand. Not that it is that. A task I mean. It's a very nice job, one I wish to do everyday if she'll let me. If *they'll* let me. By the time I'm done I'm wondering if I should have made my touches more... I don't know... seductive? Of course then I realise when it comes to that I'm really not good at all. It would probably end up with my embarrassing myself.

Besides, it would seem Cordelia and Angel are occupied with something else already. Taking my own hand away from her body, I clutch the towel and watch Angel's hand on her body and hers on his. Teasing, seeming to know what to do, smiling, grinning even. And what a sight they make. So beautiful, so mysterious, so confident, so...everything I'm not.

Right, lets not go there. Instead I scoot carefully closer to Angel, not wanting to disturb their moment and gently start to dry him off efficiently. Good thing here? I'm bloody well getting more then two seconds of rest! Thank heaven. Or Hell, I'm not sure.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
Looks like Wes is doing a very nice job. I can feel it every time he makes Cordy shudder and make no mistake there are certainly little shudders I know I'm not responsible for. I'm guessing though that Wes is not seeing this at all. Not at all.

And just when I'm about to demonstrate just what he's doing to Cordelia, I feel a small enthusiastic hand clasp tightly around my growing erection. "Oh, shit," I try to curse under my breath, eyes finding Cordy's with lightning speed and seeing a very evil grin there as she starts to stroke. "Tease," I call her again before feeling Wes' tentative hands on me. Scooting further onto the bed, I nudge Wes more to the middle, and just to be nice, I curl my hand around Cordy's hand so it doesn't leave my cock. I do like her hand on me. Smaller than Wes', but just as slim and fine. Smoother too. Wes has got some calluses that are really, really nice actually.

Another little groan gets out as Cordy gets up close to us. "I think she's taking your job, Wes. Didn't you promise to get us off again?" I add, quirking an eyebrow at him and covering his hand that's running the towel over me, following along with his movements. He has no clue does he? The things he does to me, to both of us! The soft little touches over my chest, rough cloth brushing my nipples. Those careful touches over the rest of me like he thinks I might break. Or disappear, a helpful voice supplies.

Now, I know he likes to watch, but I also think that watching *us* makes him think those crazy annoying thoughts that I don't want him thinking. "Mmnh," is the moan escapes me when Cordy gives another more pointed stroke, shaking me out of my thoughts. "You gonna let her get away with that, Wes?" I say, twinkle in my eye.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
Heh. Heh, heh, heh. I still got it. He likes that. May not have answered my question with words, but his body? Yeah, speaking volumes! I give Angel a very convincing 'who me?' look when he calls me a tease. Cause I'm good at it. Looking innocent and teasing. Okay, maybe a bit beter at the last thing but hey. I like teasing them, it's fun to tease them, and they let me tease them. Don't think I've ever had anyone I could tease this way.

"Could do way more then teasing," I assure him smugly, cause hey, it's my turn to look smug. Just to prove my point I let my hand slide down his shaft, rub my thumb over the head the way I seen them do to each other and then up again. I can pay attention if I have to! And who better knows what they like then the guys themselves? So watching what they do to each other is teaching me that was well.

Speaking of each other, seems I had forgotten for a moment we were supposed to be doing some Wes torture here. Not that I had forgotten about Wes, but he has this habit of going really quiet and really invisible when he doesn't want go get notices. I'm thinking he's doing that now with the careful way he dries off Angel and is moving around us with a grace he has no idea he has. Trying not to interrupt us I guess.

Angel's not having any of it though, and neither am I. We're three and not two dammit! The innocent look is back in place, as well as that smug smile. Not an easy thing but I manage! An eyebrow gets raised toward Wes and as he smiles at us both sweetly, faint blush on his face, I'm thinking he's got enough rest cause that brain is working. "Sure he will," I grin, knowing that's true if I wanted him to let me get away with it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
They're so... intense. Maybe not the right word, but the only one coming to mind right now. The way they look at look at each other, that easy teasing, that easy touching, that confident touching as well. Cordy has no qualms about touching either of us if she wants to, and she doesn't hesitate to ask touching in return. Neither does Angel and that leaves me a bit in awe. That they can ask so freely and not expect to get turned down. Not that I could ever turn them down anything but...

... So I keep very quiet, indulging in a talent learned at an early age, making myself invisible while they have their little moment. I try to dry Angel while not getting noticed and for a moment I have to think of one of those old fashioned man servants. A butler perhaps. They never get noticed but weight on their charges hand and foot. Not a very complimenting comparison I guess, good thinking it's a good thing neither of them is mind readers.

It would seem, however, that my talent for not getting noticed doesn't work around these two. A lot of things don't work around these two and I'm not sure what to think of that yet. Angel nudges me closet, pointing out that Cordelia is getting away with a lot of things. Which doesn't actually surprise me, this is Cordelia we're talking about after all. Taking my 'job', and if that doesn't make me think of that butler reference again.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

Instead I look at them both from under my eyelashes, a smile tugging the corner of my lips. Once again I find myself clutching the towel in both my hands and shrug. "Well," I murmur, wondering if I can sound as teasing as they can, but doubting it, "at least I'm getting more then two seconds of rest," I say, trying out *my* innocent, wide eyed expression. Besides, if they want to have fun together, I see no reason why they shouldn't, since I wont be able to join them mostly.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 07:16 pm (UTC)
Mm, okay she better stop touching me soon, or Wes is going to get a really good show. A really quick, hot and dirty show. Definitely almost hard now. Okay, Cordy might even have to stop looking at me, that mischievious look in her eye is driving me crazy. Smug, smug, smug, that's what she is. Probably doesn't hurt her ego when my erection jerks in her palm. Yes, I wouldn't mind more touching. Or anything else. Cordy was right when she said I was already insatiable. Too many years of self-flagellating abstinance. Didn't think I deserved the pleasure.

"Way more than teasing?" I challenge her, hips twitching, and quirking an eyebrow before my face goes slack with a low moan as her thumb rubs over my head. "I think she's all talk, what do you think, Wes?" I tease some more, noting that Wes is, yes, very much trying to keep invisible. Holding the towel over him, not making a sound, very much seeming like his brain is back and tell him all those bad things we've been trying to avoid.

My hand squeezes Cordy's where it is on my cock. God, I'd love to let her keep playing, but we're going to have a brooding passive Wes on our hands if we don't do something. "Rest time is up, don't you think, Cor?" my eyes turn to Wes with a predatory gleam.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
I got him now, I so got him now. Big bad strong vampire is gonna puddle at just the right touch. And boy, am I doing the right touching now. Of course he could totally make me stop any time he'd want, after all me human he vampire. The fact that he doesn't? Hah! Totally speaking volumes. I also get the feeling I'm forgetting something here. Something-- something...

It's not until he gets a dig in toward Wes, that I realize what I'd been about to forget. Shit. Wes. Oh he is far, far to good at this whole shitty invisible thing. I hate it when he does that. I hate it even more when it *works*! Good thing Angel's here. Jesus Christ on a moped, this whole threesome thing seems complicated. And yet...it's not, as long as we wont let it.

"Way more then teasing," I say, keeping up my role and cocking an eyebrow at Angel challengingly. His hand squeeze mine where we're both holding his shaft and I manage to twitch my fingers in what I hope is just right. That gleam in his eyes when he looks at Wes though? That has *me* shivering, can't even imagine what it'll do to Wes. Oh yeah, Wes. And now that gleam is in *my* eyes when I turn to look at our watcher boy.

"Totally up," I whisper in a low voice, reaching out with my other hand to cup Wes face, thumb rubbing over that sweet smile he's still sporting. And that innocent face is so not fooling either of us. Cause we've seen his actual innocent face, this wasn't it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
Watching them. I like watching them. Especially like this. Her teasing him and doing it well. Him trying to resist her and not doing it so well. Of course Angel has a couple of years of experience over us, so he's the one who's actually in control. Has to be I'm guessing, since I read in the texts that he's gone decades without. Without sex that is, this? This is more then sex.

I scoot back a bit, as though moving out of their direct vision and watch. Watch that well deserved smug smile on Cordelia's face. Watch pleasure and passion flow over Angel's face. Watch as some stray drops of water slither down their perfect skin. Almost perfect, I think as I glance at the scar on Cordelia's abdomen. Despite that, she still is perfect to me. As is Angel. They're both the perfection I can never be. And so caught up in each other.

Or not, I realize when Angel tries to draw me in again. My smile turns a little knowingly at his question and I look at him with a shy smile. "No, no I don't think she's all talk, Angel," I murmur, belatedly realizing that this might have been part of the teasing and I've just fallen out of my role. Whatever my role might be. Do wish they'd tell me that sort of thing. Which would take the fun out of things I suppose.

When he turns to look at me, shortly followed by Cordelia sporting the same look? There's a shudder running through me I'm unable to stop. My eyes cast down for a moment before I lift my chin up to look at them. Do you worst, I almost joke, before realizing that *would* be a challenge they'd take up. And not one I might be able to take myself at the moment. Instead I close my eyes, kiss those soft fingers tracing my lips and take a deep breath.

"Oh," I whisper, clearing my throat as I scoot closer to them. I lower myself to sit down on my legs, shaking hands moving to their hips before sliding to their front. One hand curls around Angel's cock, the other splays over Cordelia's stomach, thumb seeking her clit. Tentatively I look up at them before leaning in to first lick Angel's cock, and then the other way to lap at Cordelia's hot wetness.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 3rd, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
Yeah, definitely going to have to give Cordy some time to play one of these times. Too bad I've got to stop that short if we want to keep up our Wes teasing. Can't let him stay on the sidelines. Besides, if he's busy with something else, then we can get back to driving him out of his mind.

Which Cordy seems really intent on doing to me as she pulls another groan out of me before I remove her her hand from its plaything. My eyes flick back to Wes. Hmm, very nice. A shiver with just a look. Definitely going to have to give this boy more attention. Starved for it is what he is. I think Cordelia could use some too.

Looks like Wes agrees the way he goes right to licking her fingers. ...And then gets right to it. If I weren't feeling a little on edge from Cordy's ministrations, I might get Wes to move so he can get both of us together, but when I see him really bend over, I find I'm not having as much trouble as I thought with this position. "Mm, good, Wes," I murmur, smoothing my hand along his back while he gives me little cat licks. Good boy.

With a bit of a gleam in my eye before Wes can get his mouth back on Cordy, I swipe my fingers between her legs briefly glancing them off her clit. I give her a mysterious smile and let Wes get back to using his talented mouth. While I get back to what I started in the shower. I did say resting time was over, didn't I? My fingers drag along his spine until they slide between his cheeks, circling that sweet hole of his. "Doing okay, Wes?" I ask innocently, circling my finger some more before he gets his mouth back on me.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 3rd, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
It's hot, I'm so not gonna deny that, the way he gets right to it. Our Wes, always ready to serve me and Angel. That? That doesn't sit right. As if in his mind he thinks he's only here to please us. That so doesn't sit right at all, lemme tell you. And as I watch him through narrowed eyes, scooting closer, getting on his fucking knees and bending over just for us? Yeah, still doesn't sit right.

When his hand moves to my body though? 'Doesn't sit right' moves a little bit to the back of my mind. And when that thumb knows just where to touch? It gets shoved back even further. Wow, Wes is a quick study, I already knew that. Yeah. But he knows just where to touch me from the few times he's done it and I've been giving him hints. Cause I'm thinking Wes and woman? Not a whole lot of experience. Which has me briefly thinking about Wes and men and my mind skirts away from so quick it surprises me.

What surprises me even more is Angel's hand between my legs. "Uh?" That was more of a groan and an actual confused sound I'm guessing. How can it not be with the way Wes tongue is working it's magic just right? And the way he did at the beach? He licking and sucking one of us until the sounds get a bit much and then moves to the other. Like he's got a system worked out already.

Maybe I should utter a little more encouraging words, but his mouths got me spell bound. Besides, I'm thinking the groans I'm making? Totally encouraging. "Jesus," I pant, letting my hands slip down my body, cupping my own breasts. Thumbs flick over nipples as I watch Angel play with Wes... and that is so playing dirty, I think with a smirk as my hips jerk forward to get more of Wes mouth when he moves away to Angel. Thumb takes over and I can feel my already sensitized clit starting to tingle and throb.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes s1 looking down blue shirtwatcher_pryce on December 3rd, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
This is something I know, how to please with my mouth. I'd rather not think about how I learned that skill, if one can call that a skill, but this I know. Women are differently, but fortunately Cordelia isn't shy about directing me toward where she'd like to be touched, and her sounds do the rest. I can tell she likes it when I suck her clit hard, likes it when I run the flat of my tongue over it, likes it even more when I rub hard with my thumb.

Angel's the same, also teaching me with the sounds he makes. He likes it when I suck the head hard, likes it when I use my teeth to scrape over his skin, likes it when I take him in all the way and swallow around him. So I'm doing my best to please them both, back aching from the awkward position as I move from Angel's cock to Cordelia's tight, wet heat... and blink when suddenly there's a hand between her legs.

That's not mine, since mine are to busy pleasing them. One hand on Angel's cock, the other brushing through Cordelia's wet curls as my thumb rubs over her clit. I pull back a little confused, blinking when that hand vanishes again and then look up questionably at them both. Am I-- was I doing something wrong? Neither of them says anything though so I get back to the swing of things, wondering about it in the back of my mind.

A large hand sliding down my back has me startled. I was so busy pleasing them that it hadn't occurred to me that they could still touch me. Of course they can, part of me wonders why they'd want to though. I guess part of me will always wonder, or will do so for a long, long time. I'm just about to slip Angel into my mouth when I feel a finger of that big hand circling my entrance. There's a shudder at that touch, and a slight jump perhaps, because that's a rather unexpected development.

Automatically I get up a bit, moving my legs further apart to accommodate Angel - whom that hand has to belong to I've figured out by now - and moan around the cock in my mouth. Cordelia's clit might get rubbed a little bit harder then I intended as another shudder goes through me. I look up confused, first at Cordelia and then Angel, wondering if they require me to reply when my mouth is busy. Instead I nod, lowering my eyes again as suck on the head of Angel's cock.
Keep Me: ang back/alone_keep_me on December 4th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
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