#croyone

Fun to watch

Ione was not stupid. Occasionally a little dense, but certainly not stupid. Sure, she enjoyed intimacy with Cressida. Sure, she sometimes joked a little too much about how loud Cress and Roy could be together. Maybe this was karma coming to bite her in the ass. But for the life of her, Ione could not comprehend how she had gotten herself into this situation. On her knees. Next to Roy. Looking up at her beloved captain.

Cressida liked seeing her partners on their knees for her. She very much enjoyed the rare instance of getting to tower over Roy instead of him towering over her. And she definitely enjoyed seeing her favorite monk follow orders. They both looked so cute. So so cute on her metaphorical leash. 

Roy was here to have a good fuckin time. He and Cressida had discussed this at length beforehand. He liked following her orders and treating her like a goddess and they both knew Ione would do the same if prompted by Cress. Roy also knew that Cress wanted to try out a new element of control. To tell each of them what to do and how to do it without getting her own hands dirty. A noticeable change from how she liked to operate normally in her day to day life. Both Roy and Ione knew that Cressida, captain of the B Team, was very hands-on and involved in her line of work.

“Ione,” Cressida called, gently. “I think it’s getting a little warm in here. Would you mind helping Roy undress?”

Ione blushed hotter than the skin of the fire genasi next to her. She tried to speak but couldn’t get any words out and instead opted to nod in response to her captain. She turned towards Roy and reached toward him to start unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Wow Cress. Getting right into it? I would’ve expected you to have a little more patience” Roy said but moving to help Ione follow her orders, tossing his shirt over his head after Ione undid a single button. Ione blushed fiercer and Cressida chuckled. “Gods forbid a girl want to see her partners with their clothes off. Now Roy, be good for me and get those layers off of our sweet Ione.” Roy smiled, excitement shining in his eyes before shifting to confusion. “How do I even get these off? It’s like all tight wraps and flowy fabric that doesn’t end.” 

Ione blinked in surprise. Monk robes were all she’d ever known. “Here. let me help”, she said quietly, untucking draped fabric, twisting to unwrap herself, and leaving it all in a nicely folded pile on the floor next to her. Roy watched in disbelief and Cressida gazed lovingly at her. “See?” Cress said, “simple. Can you follow my next instructions without getting confused, dear?”

Roy raised his eyebrow at the drow above him. “That first one was a trick and you know it.”

Cressida laughed lightly at that. “Maybe. Too bad Ione is so accommodating. I would have loved watching you struggle.” 

Ione couldn’t help but laugh too at the thought of Roy trying desperately to figure out where her flowing pants ended and where what looked to be her top began. Both Cressida and Roy turned to her at the sound, smiling at the mirth in her face. This wasn’t a bad idea at all. Roy knew how this was supposed to go next, and at a nod from Cressida, he gently cupped Ione’s face and pulled her into a kiss. She squeaked at the contact before melting into him. He broke the kiss for a brief gasp of air and muttered “sorry. Should’ve asked first. You ok with this? I know you’ve only really done this with Cress and adding me into the mix might be too much and –”

Ione cut him off by reinitiating the kiss, her lips moving smoothly against his own. “It’s ok. We uhm. We had talked about maybe doing this. And I’m ok with it. I - I like it. We can keep going.”

Roy whispered a soft “oh thank fuck” against her lips, pulling her body closer to his.