Kalira's Randomness

As easy and bold as any of the nymphs surrounding them here, Susan thought fondly, eyes roaming her sister’s body appreciatively. ‟Ryistra?” Susan asked, and Lucy blinked. Susan smiled at her, turning as the nymph stepped forward, showing herself as a courtesy with a swirl of her own petals held on a wind no other could feel. ‟We would like these moments undisturbed.” she said delicately. Ryistra curtseyed low, her appearance dissolving back into the scatter of petals on the breeze. ‟Of course, my Queens. I and my sisters shall ensure none approach.” A musical laugh. ‟Even the Kings.”

(Also trying to write a summary for this was like . . . are you serious. XD)

Elladan drew back just a touch, warm breath sweeping over the length of his own, and Elrohir’s fingers curled against his thigh, pressing harder. Grounding himself against the heady sensation. Elladan began to twist under his hands, then hitched as Elrohir let his tongue drag almost contemplatively over the hot skin beneath his lips. Elrohir took the abortive jerk and the shiver he could feel running through Elladan as encouragement, smiling and licking his lips before opening his mouth wide to breathe softly over the tip of his twin’s cock. It was another tease, but one he abandoned just as swiftly. Elladan arched into his mouth, making a rough sound, one hand sliding higher up Elrohir’s thigh, gripping his ass. Elrohir hummed appreciatively - Elladan’s fingers dug into him as his twin gave another rough cry, louder this time - and let Elladan press deeper, but wriggled his hips, a reminder. Elladan laughed breathlessly, fingers easing, and kissed Elrohir’s cock, lips dragging all too slowly up towards the tip. Elrohir groaned, fingers curling, and dragged his short nails along his twin’s thigh as Elladan’s mouth finally wrapped around the head of his cock.

He nosed Elladan’s hip and palmed his cock, stretching to bring his lips just beneath the head; the slick warmth of Elladan’s tongue met the shaft of his own, making his breath hitch, a soft, shivery pulse spreading through him. He drew a deeper breath and slid the flat of his palm over his twin’s thigh, steadying himself against another, longer stroke. The thick muscle trembled beneath his hand, and he smiled, nuzzling his lips against Elladan’s cock this time.

Ianto would do anything for those he loves, his heart fierce and unwavering; Jack wants desperately to take, to accept all that he is - but will fate allow it, finally, just this once, or will it give Jack only another broken mistake?