[deep. breath. and kisses moreharder. digging a hand in Strike's hair, shifting until his back is all the way turned to Chariot and he's on the bed on his knees in front of Strike.]
[that's not a bad idea. Gettin' up behind Yuri, pushing his hair to the side so he can suck at the back of his neck, hand sliiiiding between him and Guy to get between his legs :x]
[gasps and moans and bucks just barely into Chariot's hand, which rocks Strike in his lap up a bit, more into Zack. His motions are delirious, dragging one hand down Strike's thigh and reaching up behind him to dig his other hand in Chariot's hair]
[slides his hand down to Guy's lower back, digging his fingers in in a desperate clutch as his mouth moves deliriously over Guy's chest and shoulder, sucking and licking up the taste of sweat
[hisses, leaning back against Zack so he can wrap his fingers around Guy's cock along with Dino's and watch with dark eyes as he strokes him messy and quick]
[ Pretty content to let Yuri control their pace on Guy, pressing up against Guy's back so he can watch over his shoulder. And maybe bite at his neck again. ]
[switches his own pace up a bit, stroking Yuri as quickly as he and Dino are stroking Guy, kissing his way around to Yuri's shoulder, then stopping to watch.
. . . and talk, because y'know, there hasn't been enough of that]
[chokes out a whimper and presses back hard against Chariot, every muscle in his body flexing and straining, starting to really lose it, staring helplessly at the hands on him, and at Strike and Zack in front of him]
[makes a restless noise, shrugging Zack off him and slumping forward hard, catching himself with his free hand and starts to suck Guy's tip, noisy and desperate]
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[clutching his shoulders pretty hard himself]
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Better?
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[deep. breath. and kisses moreharder. digging a hand in Strike's hair, shifting until his back is all the way turned to Chariot and he's on the bed on his knees in front of Strike.]
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shooting Dino a look that clearly says that]
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[completely in Guy's lap, barely aware of how he got there, just burying a hand in his hair and breaking the kiss to suck fiercely at his neck]
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gasps sharply into the air, startled out of his mind and too turned on, digging his nails sharply into Strike]
Ah!
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. . . and talk, because y'know, there hasn't been enough of that]
They look pretty good like this, huh?
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I-- I can't. I need-- don't stop!
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