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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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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.