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playfully wrestling amongst sheets finds belladonna with hands secure at lotus' raised wrists, straddled over one of his legs. her knee then rises to nestle between both of his thighs, teeth nipping at his jawline and then down to lave and kiss at his neck. " those are bold words for someone within pegging distance, pretty boy. "

try me.

he'd said those simple words with quite a bit of fervor as they wrestled, a sly grin on his face, and he'd twisted both of their bodies over to put him on top of her. with one hand curled into the sheets beside blake's head, ren brought the other to brush her hair out of her face, smile widening triumphantly. just as he'd moved to resituate where he was kneeling between her legs, she'd wrapped one leg around him and pulled him down, rolling them over in one swift movement. he landed with a huff, and he shook his own hair from his eyes, gazing up at the feline with excitement and adoration. he almost gave a laugh before he felt blake's knee press between his thighs, and he tried in vain to free his wrists from her strong grip. this is what happens when you choose to date a powerful warrioress.

oh, he absolutely knows that nezha is in the next room over, is that going to stop him from edging ren while he slowly pumps fingers in and out of him, tongue teasing on the underside of ren's cock ? absolutely not.

     he'd spent a good amount of time trying to stay quiet, trying to stay focused on keeping himself together knowing his brother was sitting on the opposite side of the wall his bed was against. small, nearly inaudible gasps and panted sighs made up most of his reactions when caelum had started touching him, undressing him, teasing him. he'd clawed into killer's shoulders as they'd kissed, he'd ground his hips into silver's touch and opened his mouth in a silent moan, only for his strained attempts to keep quiet to fail completely. a desperate groan rumbled in his chest when caelum slipped one slicked finger into his body, and rèn rocked down on his hand, curling his own fingers into strewn black hair. when rèn felt the other's skilled tongue brush over his length, he gave up on caring about whether or not nezha could hear what was going on — caelum's onslaught of pleasure was all that his clouded mind could focus on.