#redacted freelancer

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Gavin loves kissing.

Sex is great and all, but kissing just holds so much. The sizzle of anticipation, the crackle of nerves, the chills of excitement. It's a delicious concoction of emotions. He'd been known to release his inhibitions and imbibe in that cocktail... before completely falling in love with the freelancer.

Now he gets drunk off of their kisses alone. Kisses from his deviant are like euphoria being shot directly into his veins. The softness of their lips, the warmth of their tongue... and the noises that they make. He can barely push a coherent thought through the fog that invades his mind.

He doesn't need other kisses, but that's not to say that he can't be persuaded to do some liplocking with the only other people he's ever loved.

"What would you rate your kisses on a scale of 1 to 10?"

Freelancer's question snaps Gavin right out of his daydreaming into reality. They flash their signature shit-eating grin at Damien, who rolls his eyes.

"What are we, in middle school? I don't have to answer that--"

"Ah, c'monnn, Dames, just humour me."

"They're high enough, just ask Huxley," the smirk that tugs on his lips is far from innocent.

"A hundred out of ten," Huxley gives one of his sunshiney beams, leaning his head against his shorter boyfriend's shoulder.

"Aw, cute," Gavin mockingly cooes, playfully pouting at Damien. The fire elemental scoffs and flips him off, Gavin can't help but chuckle at that.

"You're boring," Freelancer sighs and turns to Lasko. "What are your kissing skills like?" Lasko's delightful partner opens their mouth and Freelancer quickly cuts in: "I swear to God if you give me some mushy answer--"

"It's the truth, though," they laugh out.

"You guys are too biased, I need a third-party opinion," Freelancer sighs.

Damien raises a brow, "it just sounds like you want an excuse to kiss us."

Freelancer laughs, "puh-lease, you wish."

Gavin's spine stiffens, his core is open and drinking up the rich waves of arousal that are starting to waft off of his deviant as the idea no doubt flashes in their mind. They turn to look at Gavin and smile, but there's something about the spark in their eyes that sends goosebumps running down his body.

"Logistically... hypothetically... Gavin should be the one to kiss you all to test it out. Since he's more experienced than any of us could ever be... if he wanted to, of course."

"I gladly volunteer as tribute," Gavin tilts his head and smirks at the rest of the group.

He bites down the bark of laughter that threatens to leave his throat as a mixture of all of their arousal seeps out of each of them at the mere sound of his agreement. Just. Like. Clockwork.

The room settles in silence, not a single protest, not a single rebuttal. Just silent consideration.

"W-wait, wh-what? Are we actually--? We can't actually b-be considering this, c-can we?" He looks at his partner, eyes almost... hopeful. Before he shakes the clouds of lust out of his mind. "No. N-no! Right?"

Dear purses their lips, hiding a smile. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."

"Wh-? Does that mean that y-you're okay with k-kissing...with kissing Ga-Gavin?" Lasko's voice is perfectly shrill.

Dear just leans back and says again, amusement tinkling in their voice, "we don't have to, if you don't want to."

On the other hand, Damien and Huxley seem to be conversing with just their eyes. Until Damien lets out a deep sigh.

And through gritted teeth he grumbles out, "if this ever leaves this room--"

Freelancer's eyes widen as they turn to Gavin like I can't believe he's actually into this.

"Come here, then," Damien commands.

Gavin chuckles as he walks over to Damien, "yes, sir." He parks his ass on the free space to the left of Damien and Huxley who have occupied the largest couch.

Gavin cups Damien's cheeks, coaxing the fire elemental's darting eyes to lock on his own. There's a flash of nervousness in them, so quick that anyone else might've thought they imagined it. Not Gavin though, he sees it clear as day.

"Well?" Damien levels his voice to sound as unimpressed as possible.

The desire demon leans forward, his lips just an inch away as he revels in the delectable taste of all the eyes in the room on the two of them, all their breathing hitched... before the two finally lock lips.

Damien's kisses are... well, heated and passionate. As much as he acts like this is just some stupid game, he still wants to be the best, so after a brief moment of stiffness, where he probably had to acclimatise to the reality of the situation, he starts putting forth his best work. Gavin can feel the heat off of Damien roll and ebb off of his body, licking his core like the flames of a campfire kiss a marshmallow. Now is the moment, the incubus nips Damien's lip, and Damien's gasp of surprise is quickly morphed into a surprisingly lewd moan by Gavin's slick tongue that glides against his. The kiss is hot, in more ways than one; hands slide into hair, hands tightening on thighs, moans dampened by slick tongues dancing together. Gavin can literally feel Damien's body heating up, so he draws back.

Damien's eyes are wide with surprise as he stares at Gavin, realising what just happened. The room is silent, if not for Damien's subtle attempts to regulate his breathing.

Huxley eyes the huffing mess that the incubus has made of his boyfriend, before he and Gavin lock eyes and in a flash, they're making out too.

"Oh fuck," Lasko whimpers as the group watches Huxley and Gavin kiss. Freelancer feels that exact statement in the depths of their gut, as they press their thighs together.

Huxley's kisses are steady and secure as the foundation of the earth. The way that his big hands hold Gavin as if he's made of glass sends flowers blooming along Gavin's strings. Their noses bump and nuzzle against each other. Huxley's kisses slow down time. Gavin is fully aware of the little grunts he makes, of the rich and sweet cologne the earth elemental is wearing that has a hint of dirt and the slightest notes of spice (probably Damien's), of how soft the man's lips feel against his own.

At this point, Lasko doesn't need any more convincing; he's already kissing Gavin before Huxley has a moment to have his first breath after parting.

Lasko's kisses are tumultuous, desperate and breathtaking... if Gavin had any breath to take that is... But they are familiar and comforting. They're just so... Lasko. Needy to the point that Gavin has to gently hold his jaw to control the speed, a gentle reassurance that he's not going anywhere. Gavin laps up Lasko's whined protests, his deep chuckles seeping into the wind elemental's mouth. The pure condescension in the laughs sends licks of heat to Lasko's stomach, sending his hips bucking up to meet Gavin's.

Dear edges closer, and gently tugs at Lasko's hair, pulling him away from the incubus, a deep moan rumbles in the air elemental's throat at that action. Right in his face, they smile kindly at Gavin, who smiles back. And soon the two are kissing. Slow, calm, soothing kisses. A stark difference from their partner's before. Gavin's brain continues to fog up more. They are as melodic as the waves of the ocean lapping at the beach's shore. But encouraged by all the eyes on them, their kisses escalate to one of a raging storm; their tongues tangle together, the noises tumbling from their mouths steadily grow more heated and lewd. Their kisses get sloppier and more insistent, a drastic change from the sensual pace set minutes before.

Great as this is, there's a presence missing. They all feel it.