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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 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.