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03 November 2007 @ 10:08 am
Continued from Here

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."
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
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.