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[nightsung]

The yurt? How lovely.

Of course. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better.

[ripher]

Likewise. I hope we can give you a good sendoff.

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[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart likes being a third. She imagines the two men she's courting would see her as the center of this particular rendezvous, but she's quite interested in their existing dynamic, and wonders if they've ever shared like this before.

She shows up to dinner in a sheer blouse and corseted skirt, a hand-rolled joint in her pocket. There's a proper table set up for dinner, but by their third cocktail each they've sprawled out on the sheepskin rugs and comfortable floor poufs. Shadowheart's drinking something floral and bubbly when she offers to share her joint, loose-limbed from smoke and champagne.

There's a warm silence between them. Shadowheart passes the joint to Giles, leaning across the rug so he can enjoy the view of her tits down her blouse, and then--without preamble, though the whole evening's been a preamble--slides on her knees to Stephen, so she can hook one across and straddle his lap. ]

Should we give Rupert a taste of what he missed the other night?

[ Her voice low, conspiratorial. She glances over her shoulder at Giles, braid swishing with the movement; anchors one of her hands at the nape of Stephen's neck, and uses the other to guide one of his to the curve of her ass, the hem of her skirt biting high into the meat of her thighs with her legs spread as they are. Though she is wearing panties, on this occasion, light blue lace to match the rest. ]

[rehandle]

[ Shadowheart shows up looking unbearable and Stephen knows what they've all known from the start: exactly where the night's going. They're good for a frankly excruciating amount of time. So long that it starts feeling almost comfortable to sit sprawled on the plushly cushioned floor with his legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, light suit jacket long discarded and shirtsleeves rolled up his forearms, chatting amicably as if that might somehow be all they do. As if Shadowheart's shirt leaves any mystery, her skirt offers no promises. He catches Giles' eyes and more than once finds a knowing there that's no doubt reflected in his own.

Then the quiet. Shadowheart with her joint and the soft stretch of her thigh when she reaches to gift it to Giles, Shadowheart with her skirt and the guiding reach of her hand as she settles into his lap, offers coaxing he doesn't need to fit his palm to the shape of her ass, groping there once before he shifts to slide it below the skirt, finding skin and lace and the trap of thick fabric holding his hand in place. Gifting Rupert an even better view.

He gazes up at her. Looks beyond her, across to where Giles sits, seeking agreement, checking on his sense of adventure, even while his mouth's hooking up into the sharp edge of a lopsided grin. ]

Little bird told me he'd already had a glimpse.

[ Only low mischief in his voice, dropping Giles in water that's barely lukewarm just for the small joy of payback, to stick him fast on the web they've been spinning together. He finds even a trace of what he's looking for in his friend's face and doesn't waste any more time searching, focus back on Shadowheart, wrist lifting to force her skirt a little higher so Giles can see him hook fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, aimless, squeezing at the meat of her ass as he cranes up and in to kiss at her neck, nudge his nose to her jaw, the drag of lips marking a trail over her skin until it's finally time to kiss her. ]

[ripher]

[ It isn't how Giles had expected to spend his evening, but it's far better than anything he could have come up with. He's more than happy to take the credit for setting things up, though by the time they've gotten through dinner it's really Shadowheart who takes the lead, by mutual and silent consent. Giles is only too happy to go along with everything, though he takes to one of the footstools rather than joining Stephen and Shadowheart on the floor, well aware that he might not be able to get up again if he ends up sitting down there for any length of time.

Like Stephen, he's shed his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he leans over his knees and accepts the joint with the air of a man who has done this probably too many times than is good for him. He meets Stephen's glance, drunk and relaxed and happy in a way that feels natural and precious, watching with undisguised interest as Stephen's hand plays over the topography of that generous backside. ]

Mmm. [ He hums general agreement around the joint, drawing down the dry sweet smoke while he observes Stephen's exploration of the lacy froth of Shadowheart's panties. He's vaguely aware of the price his friend pays for his dexterity, understanding that it's worth it, not at all begrudging him the taste of her mouth. Giles has been halfway hard since the start of dinner when he noticed the way Shadowheart's nipples show through her blouse; the movement of their bodies fitting together only adds to it.

Tipping his head back, he breathes out greyish smoke, and almost idly reaches down to begin slowly undoing his belt. ]

I recall, [ he observes, as if they do this every day. ] Being told that there was use of multiple.. foreign objects. Enough to make one's imagination run wild.

[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart winds her arms around Stephen's neck so she can settle more firmly into his lap while they kiss, makes a soft sound into his mouth as he gropes at her ass. She's perfectly tipsy and on her way toward pleasantly stoned, where every touch diffuses sweetly into the next, warm and wanting. It's been a strange month--difficult, at times--but this is a uniquely Saltburnt send-off, getting to play with two new lovers.

She pulls back to take a breath, and to respond to Giles, her rosy lipstick smeared over Stephen's mouth. She can think of other places she'd like to smear it, but doesn't say as much yet. Hands to the ties on her skirt, she mirrors Giles undoing his belt, loosening the tight cinch of them at her waist. ]

I'm afraid I didn't bring any with me tonight. [ Toys. She flutters her lashes in Giles's direction, as she begins to paw at the buttons of Stephen's shirt, popping one open after the other. Sweetly, ] But I figured I'd have my hands full.

Have you two ever done this before? [ Together, she means, perhaps obvious in the way that her gaze drifts between them. ]