you're always there, riding next to me ♡

Mary's lips part, a witty remark dying on their lips as you clench around them, shaky hands finding their anchor on your hips. Rough thumbs curl into the sensitive skin of your waist, pressing hard enough to bruise. But you enjoy the sting, Mary's possession etched on your body. For theirs and Perpetua's eyes only.

'Fu-uck, y'feel amazing, sötnos,' they drawl, daring to press themselves inside another half-inch, 'y'so fuckin' greedy...'

A frustrated whine builds in your throat as your head falls back to rest on Perpetua's shoulder. Soft open-mouthed kisses paint up the column of your sweat-slick neck, his lips curving into a wicked smile against your ear.

'I know, darlin', I know; tell me what you need...' he breathes teasingly. His fingers trace a light path over your hips down to where you're conjoined with Mary. Parting you gently, he laughs softly as they groan wantonly at the sight.

'Fuck me, Pet, y'such a fuckin' tease. Shit...'

'Don't you fucking move, Goore,' Perpetua growls, fingertips circling your swollen clit tantalisingly, 'watch.'

Mary's gaze follows each movement hungrily, biting their bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you squirm. You press your hips forward, chasing the pleasure of Perpetua's fingers. Mary swears softly, a clenched fist flying to their mouth.

'Ah-ah, my love...' Perpetua murmurs against the fluttering pulse in your neck, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise, 'patience.'

Smirking against your skin, he brings a slick forefinger to press firmly over your clit, but going no further. The pressure aching between your hips is almost unbearable, your pulse fluttering frantically against his fingers.

You're leaking obscenely down Mary's length, the heat of them expanding inside you further than you thought possible. Your voice is nothing more than broken whimpers and weak pleas of their names, your hands clutching for whichever parts of them you can reach.

You almost feel desperate enough to actually beg, until Perpetua's hand begins to move, and your world explodes in sensation. After what feels like hours of teasing, you're on the knife-edge of your release. Wrapping his free arm around you, he holds you tightly to his chest, his pulse hammering against your back.

'That's it, love,' he pants as you arch back against him, 'let go... let go.'

You feel every nerve-ending light up before your pleasure hits you, constellations flickering and shooting behind your eyes as you take Mary up to the hilt. Talented fingers work you through your release, as Mary's voice floats through the haze in your mind.

'Holy fuck- baby, baby, m'gonna...'

Determined to eke out your pleasure for as long as possible, their hands wrap over your hips, fucking into you hard and fast. Pulling his hand away from you, Perpetua reaches for Mary, his fingers soaked in your release.

'Taste.'

The word comes as a strangled grunt as Mary's tongue flicks out, their lips closing obscenely around Perpetua's fingers. They whine, tipping their head back as Perpetua fucks the taste of you down their throat.

'Together,' Perpetua huffs into your neck desperately as he meets Mary's gaze, 'together, my angels, I need to see you-'

His voice melts into nothing as you tip over into ecstasy, feeling your release explode out of you, soaking Mary's thighs. The fluttering of your walls around them is too much to bear, the remainder of their control snapping. They empty themselves into you, your name catching on a garbled whimper.

Goosebumps tingle under your skin as you watch Mary release Perpetua's fingers with a lascivious pop. Pressing a light kiss to your temple, he praises you softly, shifting you gently off Mary's lap and laying you back.

Chest still heaving, Mary looks up at him as he kneels above you both, naked and otherworldly. Glancing over at you, they nod before sitting up, crawling over to him and tugging him down to lay in his rightful place between you.

'Y'didnt get to cum, didja, Pet?' Mary smirks in mock-pity, calloused fingers tracing over Perpetua's happy trail and down between his legs. You take the hint, your hand joining Mary's in its exploration of your fallen angels body, smirking as he groans low in his throat.

'That won't do at all,' you hum teasingly, your body still thrumming as you hook a leg over Perpetua's, pressing your soaked core against the smooth skin of his hip.

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