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Title: Strawberry-Scented Sex
Author: Eggy ♥
Genre: Pr0n, humor. Semi-crackish? Some OOC, at least I think.
Pairings/Charcters: Guy/Asch/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "I could SO handle them both."
Now, Gailardia Galan Gardios was not a violent person; in fact, he was extremely patient and understanding, very charming, and so loyal it could have moved Legretta to tears.
However, Gailardia Galan Gardios knew that at that moment, he could run Jade through and not have a single qualm over it, even thirty years later, when men that age would begin to regret things.
Luke blinked, staring at Jade, then Guy, across the room at a furiously sputtering Asch -a red-faced Natalia standing nearby- then back at Jade. "...what, at once?"
"Assumedly," Jade affirmed smugly, pushing his glasses back up his nose with a finger.
Guy would have liked to keel over dead at that moment.
"Yeah, right," Luke scoffed; each and every head in the room whipped around to stare at the redhead as he shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. When he noticed that he was the center of attention, he offered, "Gaiff gooh, buh he canf hannl bof of uf."
"Swallow, Luke," Natalia chided gently, despite her shock.
Luke made a face but did as he was told and said, already preparing another serving for himself, "I said, Guy's good, but he can't handle the both of us."
Relief, horror and stung pride mingled to make Guy say the dumbest thing he could ever remember saying: "I could so." Immediately after, the blonde clapped his hands over his mouth.
Asch looked ready to have an apoplectic fit.
Luke did not seem disturbed by the turn of conversation, and only frowned and pointed his fork at Guy. "Well, you could handle Asch and you might be able to handle me, but not together."
"And why precisely could he handle me but not you, dreck?" Asch seemed to have recovered from his stroke with the jab at his pride and was now folding his arms, glaring haughtily at his replica.
"Because you're too grumpy to be sexy."
"Ha! I'm sexier than you."
"We look the same."
"Looks aren't the only thing about being sexy," Asch pointed out, smirking, and Tear had to fan Natalia as the princess slumped into a nearby chair.
"Yeah, well, I can be stupid, but you're too much of a jerk. No one would want to have sex with you," Luke jeered, grinning cheekily at his original.
To Luke's surprise, Asch only laughed smugly. "You're so naive. Listen good, replica; sometimes, for certain situations, having sex with a jerk is far better than having sex with a nice guy. You obviously haven't done either, so I think this conversation is over." The ex-God General pushed off the wall and made for the front door.
"W-wait!" Luke vaulted from his chair -toppling it over as he scrambled- and dashed over to Asch. "You mean you've had sex before?!"
"Of course I have," Asch told him, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Who?!"
Asch's face darkened. "Like I'd tell you."
"Was it a guy?"
Asch flushed. "I just said I wasn't going to tell you, replica!"
Luke gasped. "Was it Guy?!"
"Luke!" Guy's expression was priceless, as was Luke's -and Asch's, for that matter- and Jade wished desperately that should he ever forget everything in life, that this one moment would live on forever and ever in his mind until the end of his days.
"Well, that does it then," Luke said, matter-of-factly, and grabbed Asch's tabard, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and proceeded to drag him over towards Guy.
Asch sputtered and waved his arms, far too surprised to put up any actual resistance, and Guy stared at the approaching redheads with a look akin to that of a cow looking at an oncoming train. Tear and Natalia watched with extremely interested expressions on their faces, Anise squealed -"Kyaa ♥"- and Jade covered his mouth to hide his silent laughter. Luke appeared the most unconcerned, stopping in front of Guy, one hand still wound within the stammering Asch's tabard and the other fisted on his hip as he tapped his foot and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "Well?"
"Well what?" Guy asked faintly. Wait, why did he ask that?!
"Am I going to have to drag you too?" Luke groused, leaned down, grasped Guy's collar firmly and yanked him to his feet, making his difficult way down the hallway dragging the two behind him.
Anise looked as if she would very much like to run after and watch, but a hand atop her head -it would look like a fatherly gesture to those who didn't know the Colonel- stopped her from moving an inch. She glared up at him. "Spoilsport."
"Maybe when you're older," Jade laughed, tousling her hair.
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"I'm not sleeping with him!"
Luke sighed, hands on his hips, and he favored the both of them -they had spoken in unison- with a sour frown. "You already did it once, didn't you?"
Guy coughed into his hand and Asch blushed an even more vivid shade of red that clashed terrifically with his hair. "He wanted me to! I was just stupid enough to pity him!"
"Oh, please! Like you didn't love every second of it," Guy snarled. "Maybe I should refresh your memory? 'Oh God, Guy, this is amaz-'"
Asch's hand had very abruptly slapped over Guy's mouth and he shouted, "Shut up, you asshole! If I'd wanted him to know, I would have said it myself! And I didn't say anything like that!"
Guy batted Asch's hand away and leaned over him, so closely that their noses were nearly touching, tone icy and eyes hard. "That's right, because you were so busy screaming with unbridled pleasure you didn't have the time or the thought process to form words anyhow!"
Asch growled furiously and lurched towards Guy, and for a moment Luke was afraid he was going to strike him until Asch's fingers clutched tightly at Guy's vest, his mouth crushed against the other's and Guy's gloves somehow already miraculously off the hands that were furiously unbuttoning Asch's collar.
Luke blinked.
It wasn't until Guy's vest had been shed and Asch's tabard tossed to the floor that Luke was beginning to feel more left out than turned on. "H-hey," he attempted to interject, hand poised in the air uselessly.
Asch's tunic was pulled over his head as Guy's shirt was unbuttoned and shaken off, and then they crashed together again in a mass of moans, kisses, tongues, groping hands and blatent desire, chests bare.
"Hey, wait," Luke protested fruitlessly, but was again ignored in favor of the two men fumbling with each other's sword belts. Glowering, Luke marched over to them and shoved between them, eliciting a very vocal but wordless protest from Asch.
So he kissed him.
"H-hey!" Guy yelped, not sure of whom he should feel jealous.
So Luke kissed him as well.
There was a moment of stunned silence, Asch and Guy both staring at Luke, half-naked and breathing hard, and Luke frowned at the both of them, one at a time. "...we're gonna hafta do this all at once."
Guy squeaked and Asch colored -he was doing that quite often this evening, he noticed- and opened his mouth to shout at his idiotic replica.
Said idiot took the oppertunity to wrap his fingers in Asch's hair and french kiss him. There was a moment of silence, where Asch simply stood, stunned, before he realized that his replica's tongue was in his mouth but he liked it, and he grabbed Luke and shoved him towards the bed.
"Wait just a second!" Guy bellowed, pushing Asch away from Luke rather forcefully. Asch staggered for a moment before catching his balance and glaring while Luke propped himself up on his elbows, eyeing Guy warily.
"What's your problem now, Guy?"
"You're both getting really involved!" he protested, unsure of how he should proceed now that he'd separated the two. "I'm just standing here-"
"Oh, so you're feeling left out," Asch purred, pressing himself flush up against Guy's chest, hand lighting delicately on Guy's jaw as the ex-god general served him his most seductive grin.
Luke sighed in a very put-upon manner, sitting up to grab Guy's forearms and yank him -and, consequently, Asch- onto the bed atop him, giggling and wiggling out of his jacket beneath them. "Why didn't you just say something?"
"I...didn't know what to say," Guy admitted meekly. It had become too much work to make sense of the situation, so he decided that the most suitable course of action was just to enjoy himself to the fullest and pray he forgot it the next day. He slipped his hands under Luke's shirt and pulled it over his head while Asch reached around his waist and removed his sword belt.
"Why?" Asch asked, exasperation tinged with irritation directed at his damnable boots. With a silent thanks, he shot a grateful glance towards his replica, who rolled over onto his stomach and helped Asch to tug them off as Guy straddled Luke's legs backwards and removed his shoes.
"Well, I've never had a threesome before," Guy pointed out. Flopping onto the bed next to Luke, he kicked off his own boots, which flew across the room and struck the wall with a rather noisy bam!. He winced.
"Well, I haven't had sex at all, so don't feel so bad," Luke comforted him, patting Guy's arm as he unclasped his belt buckle, Asch moving on to push Guy back with a hand on his chest, yanking on the waistband of his pants.
"Yulia's Score," Asch swore, frowning angrily and giving Guy's garments a very spirited tug, "how do you put these things on?"
"It takes a little while," Guy sighed, and helped Asch before they both leaned over Luke and removed his pants. However, as soon as they all stood -or sat- naked before each other, there was a lull in activity.
"...how are we gonna go about doing this?" Luke asked.
"Top!" called Asch and Guy in unison, and glared at each other.
"I'll fight you for it," Guy growled darkly.
"I'll win," Asch threatened, grinning.
"Can I be top?" Luke asked.
Guy and Asch stared at Luke before bursting into peals of laughter.
"Hey!"
"You topping someone? Not in this lifetime, replica," Asch scoffed, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"I have to agree," Guy chuckled, patting the steaming Luke atop the head. "You're cute but...you're just not top material."
"Well, if I'm not top material, then neither is Asch! I bet he was bottom when you two did it!" Luke accused, only to see them cough and look away from each other. His jaw dropped. "Asch was top?!" He shot a betrayed look at Guy. "You let him top you?!"
"He didn't let me do anything," Asch sniffed haughtily. "I took it."
Guy snorted and stretched out next to Luke on the bed, hands already roaming across the younger redhead's stomach, and nipping lazily at his shoulder. "So who's topping Luke, then?"
"You can have the dreck," Asch snarled graciously, folding his arms and tossing his long red hair over his shoulder, huffing. "But I damn well better get something out of it."
Guy rolled off of the bed and proceeded to search the drawers. "Okay. I have to find some lube anyways, you two just keep yourselves busy. This might take a bit."
Luke beamed and vaulted up, pinning Asch back down on the bed with a little bounce and twin oofs. "I know how to make it up to you," he hummed cheekily, and Asch rolled his eyes.
"You, a virgin? Yeah, right. What could you possibly-" Asch was very effectively shut up when Luke rolled his eyes and went down on him. Moaning and tangling his fingers around Luke's hair, Asch had to agree that yes, this was a suitable way of making it up to him.
Meanwhile, Guy was searching for the fruit-scented lotion he knew Luke semi-secretly carried in his pack -he claimed it was just for when his skin was abraded during battles, but Guy was noticing that he smelled suspiciously of strawberries when he returned from his baths- tossing Luke's belongings across the room in reckless abandon. He frowned, listening to the moans and hums coming from the bed, not able to tell if it was Asch or Luke, because their voices were freakishly identical when Asch wasn't spending his time growling around like some kind of beast.
"Oh, shit," someone gasped out -Guy was pretty sure it was Asch- and the blonde cursed, turning the entire pack upside-down and shaking it. Finally, the small tube bounced off of the ground and under the bed -Guy fished it out- and the young noble-turned-servant-turned-noble-again clambored onto the bed and was met with the view of one extremely attractive redhead giving another redhead of equal attraction a blow job.
It...it was pretty hot.
Now regretting his generosity in allowing them to begin before him, Guy slathered his fingers with lotion and stradled Luke from behind, squeezing his shoulder as warning before inserting a finger into him. He was a virgin, after all.
Luke jerked, which Asch appeared to like -he vocalized this by babbling and tossing his head feverishly- but then grimaced, which Asch did NOT like at all, as he snatched a pillow and whacked Luke over the head with it, shouting, "DRECK! Watch your teeth!"
Luke hummed something that must have been insulting, but as Guy inserted another and then another finger Asch must have understood it because he frowned at the replica. "I don't care if it's cold. That hurt."
Luke rolled his eyes again, but as way of apology, did something Guy did not see with his tongue and Asch wilted, panting and clutching tightly at the bedsheets as he struggled for composure.
Guy chose this moment to slide into Luke. He noticed there was a shout of some kind -from Asch or Luke or possibly both- but he was far to busy noticing that Luke felt fantastic to trifle with such inane things. Yulia's Score and Lorelei, they would have to do this again. Suddenly, Asch's very relaxed and pleased face swam into his vision before leaving again, and his was bowed over Luke's back, his heart thudding against Luke's shoulderblade and Luke whimpering with each thrust.
"Does it hurt?" Guy managed to ask.
Luke shook his head -almost banged Guy in the nose- and breathed out, "No. Keep going."
So Guy did just that. Meanwhile, apparently Asch was flitting about and making a rather pleasureable nuisance of himself, and he swore that at one point in time the teenager's arms were around his waist and his mouth sucking on his neck, but then again there was Luke moaning and thrashing beneath him, their fingers intertwined on the bedsheets. Dark red hair spilled over his shoulder, and Asch was nibbling his ear, and Guy felt a well of appreciation swell up inside of him -along with the knots twisting hotly in his stomach- for the son of his enemy. He was a nice guy after all.
Luke, irritated with Guy's lack of attention, thrust upward and surprised Guy, who gasped and then ground out, "Fuck yes," before continuing with renewed vigor. They collapsed onto the bed, Guy pushed deep into Luke as he came and could tell from the shuddering beneath him that Luke came as well.
As euphoria slowly ebbed away from them, Guy lifting himself off Luke -who was grinning lazily at the wall- he noticed his hand had sometime been removed from one of Luke's -the other still laced within his, as Luke squeezed his fingers intermediately- and was currently sticky. He glared at Asch, who was over at the wash basin, giving himself a quick sponge bath.
"What?" Asch raised his eyebrow. "Just be grateful I didn't get you from behind. That was my first idea."
"That would have been really...awkward."
"I like sex," Luke giggled into the mattress beneath Guy, and the blonde smiled down at Luke.
"I suppose you were all right, dreck," Asch muttered, and proceeded to dress himself. By the time Guy had removed himself from Luke and spread out on the bed, his hand still caught in Luke's vice-like grip, Asch had already shrugged into his boots, gloves, pants and was currently smoothing down his tunic in an effort to not look freshly sexed.
"That's kind of pointless," Guy pointed out lazily. He wouldn't be moving for a while; Asch was a damn freak. "Everyone knows what we did in here."
"Perhaps, but I won't be giving them the satisfaction of knowing how much I enjoyed it." Ignoring their shocked expressions, Asch stalked from the room.
"...does that mean he'll join in again?" Luke asked hopefully.
"That's a yes if I ever heard one."
Author: Eggy ♥
Genre: Pr0n, humor. Semi-crackish? Some OOC, at least I think.
Pairings/Charcters: Guy/Asch/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "I could SO handle them both."
Now, Gailardia Galan Gardios was not a violent person; in fact, he was extremely patient and understanding, very charming, and so loyal it could have moved Legretta to tears.
However, Gailardia Galan Gardios knew that at that moment, he could run Jade through and not have a single qualm over it, even thirty years later, when men that age would begin to regret things.
Luke blinked, staring at Jade, then Guy, across the room at a furiously sputtering Asch -a red-faced Natalia standing nearby- then back at Jade. "...what, at once?"
"Assumedly," Jade affirmed smugly, pushing his glasses back up his nose with a finger.
Guy would have liked to keel over dead at that moment.
"Yeah, right," Luke scoffed; each and every head in the room whipped around to stare at the redhead as he shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. When he noticed that he was the center of attention, he offered, "Gaiff gooh, buh he canf hannl bof of uf."
"Swallow, Luke," Natalia chided gently, despite her shock.
Luke made a face but did as he was told and said, already preparing another serving for himself, "I said, Guy's good, but he can't handle the both of us."
Relief, horror and stung pride mingled to make Guy say the dumbest thing he could ever remember saying: "I could so." Immediately after, the blonde clapped his hands over his mouth.
Asch looked ready to have an apoplectic fit.
Luke did not seem disturbed by the turn of conversation, and only frowned and pointed his fork at Guy. "Well, you could handle Asch and you might be able to handle me, but not together."
"And why precisely could he handle me but not you, dreck?" Asch seemed to have recovered from his stroke with the jab at his pride and was now folding his arms, glaring haughtily at his replica.
"Because you're too grumpy to be sexy."
"Ha! I'm sexier than you."
"We look the same."
"Looks aren't the only thing about being sexy," Asch pointed out, smirking, and Tear had to fan Natalia as the princess slumped into a nearby chair.
"Yeah, well, I can be stupid, but you're too much of a jerk. No one would want to have sex with you," Luke jeered, grinning cheekily at his original.
To Luke's surprise, Asch only laughed smugly. "You're so naive. Listen good, replica; sometimes, for certain situations, having sex with a jerk is far better than having sex with a nice guy. You obviously haven't done either, so I think this conversation is over." The ex-God General pushed off the wall and made for the front door.
"W-wait!" Luke vaulted from his chair -toppling it over as he scrambled- and dashed over to Asch. "You mean you've had sex before?!"
"Of course I have," Asch told him, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Who?!"
Asch's face darkened. "Like I'd tell you."
"Was it a guy?"
Asch flushed. "I just said I wasn't going to tell you, replica!"
Luke gasped. "Was it Guy?!"
"Luke!" Guy's expression was priceless, as was Luke's -and Asch's, for that matter- and Jade wished desperately that should he ever forget everything in life, that this one moment would live on forever and ever in his mind until the end of his days.
"Well, that does it then," Luke said, matter-of-factly, and grabbed Asch's tabard, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and proceeded to drag him over towards Guy.
Asch sputtered and waved his arms, far too surprised to put up any actual resistance, and Guy stared at the approaching redheads with a look akin to that of a cow looking at an oncoming train. Tear and Natalia watched with extremely interested expressions on their faces, Anise squealed -"Kyaa ♥"- and Jade covered his mouth to hide his silent laughter. Luke appeared the most unconcerned, stopping in front of Guy, one hand still wound within the stammering Asch's tabard and the other fisted on his hip as he tapped his foot and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "Well?"
"Well what?" Guy asked faintly. Wait, why did he ask that?!
"Am I going to have to drag you too?" Luke groused, leaned down, grasped Guy's collar firmly and yanked him to his feet, making his difficult way down the hallway dragging the two behind him.
Anise looked as if she would very much like to run after and watch, but a hand atop her head -it would look like a fatherly gesture to those who didn't know the Colonel- stopped her from moving an inch. She glared up at him. "Spoilsport."
"Maybe when you're older," Jade laughed, tousling her hair.
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"I'm not sleeping with him!"
Luke sighed, hands on his hips, and he favored the both of them -they had spoken in unison- with a sour frown. "You already did it once, didn't you?"
Guy coughed into his hand and Asch blushed an even more vivid shade of red that clashed terrifically with his hair. "He wanted me to! I was just stupid enough to pity him!"
"Oh, please! Like you didn't love every second of it," Guy snarled. "Maybe I should refresh your memory? 'Oh God, Guy, this is amaz-'"
Asch's hand had very abruptly slapped over Guy's mouth and he shouted, "Shut up, you asshole! If I'd wanted him to know, I would have said it myself! And I didn't say anything like that!"
Guy batted Asch's hand away and leaned over him, so closely that their noses were nearly touching, tone icy and eyes hard. "That's right, because you were so busy screaming with unbridled pleasure you didn't have the time or the thought process to form words anyhow!"
Asch growled furiously and lurched towards Guy, and for a moment Luke was afraid he was going to strike him until Asch's fingers clutched tightly at Guy's vest, his mouth crushed against the other's and Guy's gloves somehow already miraculously off the hands that were furiously unbuttoning Asch's collar.
Luke blinked.
It wasn't until Guy's vest had been shed and Asch's tabard tossed to the floor that Luke was beginning to feel more left out than turned on. "H-hey," he attempted to interject, hand poised in the air uselessly.
Asch's tunic was pulled over his head as Guy's shirt was unbuttoned and shaken off, and then they crashed together again in a mass of moans, kisses, tongues, groping hands and blatent desire, chests bare.
"Hey, wait," Luke protested fruitlessly, but was again ignored in favor of the two men fumbling with each other's sword belts. Glowering, Luke marched over to them and shoved between them, eliciting a very vocal but wordless protest from Asch.
So he kissed him.
"H-hey!" Guy yelped, not sure of whom he should feel jealous.
So Luke kissed him as well.
There was a moment of stunned silence, Asch and Guy both staring at Luke, half-naked and breathing hard, and Luke frowned at the both of them, one at a time. "...we're gonna hafta do this all at once."
Guy squeaked and Asch colored -he was doing that quite often this evening, he noticed- and opened his mouth to shout at his idiotic replica.
Said idiot took the oppertunity to wrap his fingers in Asch's hair and french kiss him. There was a moment of silence, where Asch simply stood, stunned, before he realized that his replica's tongue was in his mouth but he liked it, and he grabbed Luke and shoved him towards the bed.
"Wait just a second!" Guy bellowed, pushing Asch away from Luke rather forcefully. Asch staggered for a moment before catching his balance and glaring while Luke propped himself up on his elbows, eyeing Guy warily.
"What's your problem now, Guy?"
"You're both getting really involved!" he protested, unsure of how he should proceed now that he'd separated the two. "I'm just standing here-"
"Oh, so you're feeling left out," Asch purred, pressing himself flush up against Guy's chest, hand lighting delicately on Guy's jaw as the ex-god general served him his most seductive grin.
Luke sighed in a very put-upon manner, sitting up to grab Guy's forearms and yank him -and, consequently, Asch- onto the bed atop him, giggling and wiggling out of his jacket beneath them. "Why didn't you just say something?"
"I...didn't know what to say," Guy admitted meekly. It had become too much work to make sense of the situation, so he decided that the most suitable course of action was just to enjoy himself to the fullest and pray he forgot it the next day. He slipped his hands under Luke's shirt and pulled it over his head while Asch reached around his waist and removed his sword belt.
"Why?" Asch asked, exasperation tinged with irritation directed at his damnable boots. With a silent thanks, he shot a grateful glance towards his replica, who rolled over onto his stomach and helped Asch to tug them off as Guy straddled Luke's legs backwards and removed his shoes.
"Well, I've never had a threesome before," Guy pointed out. Flopping onto the bed next to Luke, he kicked off his own boots, which flew across the room and struck the wall with a rather noisy bam!. He winced.
"Well, I haven't had sex at all, so don't feel so bad," Luke comforted him, patting Guy's arm as he unclasped his belt buckle, Asch moving on to push Guy back with a hand on his chest, yanking on the waistband of his pants.
"Yulia's Score," Asch swore, frowning angrily and giving Guy's garments a very spirited tug, "how do you put these things on?"
"It takes a little while," Guy sighed, and helped Asch before they both leaned over Luke and removed his pants. However, as soon as they all stood -or sat- naked before each other, there was a lull in activity.
"...how are we gonna go about doing this?" Luke asked.
"Top!" called Asch and Guy in unison, and glared at each other.
"I'll fight you for it," Guy growled darkly.
"I'll win," Asch threatened, grinning.
"Can I be top?" Luke asked.
Guy and Asch stared at Luke before bursting into peals of laughter.
"Hey!"
"You topping someone? Not in this lifetime, replica," Asch scoffed, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"I have to agree," Guy chuckled, patting the steaming Luke atop the head. "You're cute but...you're just not top material."
"Well, if I'm not top material, then neither is Asch! I bet he was bottom when you two did it!" Luke accused, only to see them cough and look away from each other. His jaw dropped. "Asch was top?!" He shot a betrayed look at Guy. "You let him top you?!"
"He didn't let me do anything," Asch sniffed haughtily. "I took it."
Guy snorted and stretched out next to Luke on the bed, hands already roaming across the younger redhead's stomach, and nipping lazily at his shoulder. "So who's topping Luke, then?"
"You can have the dreck," Asch snarled graciously, folding his arms and tossing his long red hair over his shoulder, huffing. "But I damn well better get something out of it."
Guy rolled off of the bed and proceeded to search the drawers. "Okay. I have to find some lube anyways, you two just keep yourselves busy. This might take a bit."
Luke beamed and vaulted up, pinning Asch back down on the bed with a little bounce and twin oofs. "I know how to make it up to you," he hummed cheekily, and Asch rolled his eyes.
"You, a virgin? Yeah, right. What could you possibly-" Asch was very effectively shut up when Luke rolled his eyes and went down on him. Moaning and tangling his fingers around Luke's hair, Asch had to agree that yes, this was a suitable way of making it up to him.
Meanwhile, Guy was searching for the fruit-scented lotion he knew Luke semi-secretly carried in his pack -he claimed it was just for when his skin was abraded during battles, but Guy was noticing that he smelled suspiciously of strawberries when he returned from his baths- tossing Luke's belongings across the room in reckless abandon. He frowned, listening to the moans and hums coming from the bed, not able to tell if it was Asch or Luke, because their voices were freakishly identical when Asch wasn't spending his time growling around like some kind of beast.
"Oh, shit," someone gasped out -Guy was pretty sure it was Asch- and the blonde cursed, turning the entire pack upside-down and shaking it. Finally, the small tube bounced off of the ground and under the bed -Guy fished it out- and the young noble-turned-servant-turned-noble-again clambored onto the bed and was met with the view of one extremely attractive redhead giving another redhead of equal attraction a blow job.
It...it was pretty hot.
Now regretting his generosity in allowing them to begin before him, Guy slathered his fingers with lotion and stradled Luke from behind, squeezing his shoulder as warning before inserting a finger into him. He was a virgin, after all.
Luke jerked, which Asch appeared to like -he vocalized this by babbling and tossing his head feverishly- but then grimaced, which Asch did NOT like at all, as he snatched a pillow and whacked Luke over the head with it, shouting, "DRECK! Watch your teeth!"
Luke hummed something that must have been insulting, but as Guy inserted another and then another finger Asch must have understood it because he frowned at the replica. "I don't care if it's cold. That hurt."
Luke rolled his eyes again, but as way of apology, did something Guy did not see with his tongue and Asch wilted, panting and clutching tightly at the bedsheets as he struggled for composure.
Guy chose this moment to slide into Luke. He noticed there was a shout of some kind -from Asch or Luke or possibly both- but he was far to busy noticing that Luke felt fantastic to trifle with such inane things. Yulia's Score and Lorelei, they would have to do this again. Suddenly, Asch's very relaxed and pleased face swam into his vision before leaving again, and his was bowed over Luke's back, his heart thudding against Luke's shoulderblade and Luke whimpering with each thrust.
"Does it hurt?" Guy managed to ask.
Luke shook his head -almost banged Guy in the nose- and breathed out, "No. Keep going."
So Guy did just that. Meanwhile, apparently Asch was flitting about and making a rather pleasureable nuisance of himself, and he swore that at one point in time the teenager's arms were around his waist and his mouth sucking on his neck, but then again there was Luke moaning and thrashing beneath him, their fingers intertwined on the bedsheets. Dark red hair spilled over his shoulder, and Asch was nibbling his ear, and Guy felt a well of appreciation swell up inside of him -along with the knots twisting hotly in his stomach- for the son of his enemy. He was a nice guy after all.
Luke, irritated with Guy's lack of attention, thrust upward and surprised Guy, who gasped and then ground out, "Fuck yes," before continuing with renewed vigor. They collapsed onto the bed, Guy pushed deep into Luke as he came and could tell from the shuddering beneath him that Luke came as well.
As euphoria slowly ebbed away from them, Guy lifting himself off Luke -who was grinning lazily at the wall- he noticed his hand had sometime been removed from one of Luke's -the other still laced within his, as Luke squeezed his fingers intermediately- and was currently sticky. He glared at Asch, who was over at the wash basin, giving himself a quick sponge bath.
"What?" Asch raised his eyebrow. "Just be grateful I didn't get you from behind. That was my first idea."
"That would have been really...awkward."
"I like sex," Luke giggled into the mattress beneath Guy, and the blonde smiled down at Luke.
"I suppose you were all right, dreck," Asch muttered, and proceeded to dress himself. By the time Guy had removed himself from Luke and spread out on the bed, his hand still caught in Luke's vice-like grip, Asch had already shrugged into his boots, gloves, pants and was currently smoothing down his tunic in an effort to not look freshly sexed.
"That's kind of pointless," Guy pointed out lazily. He wouldn't be moving for a while; Asch was a damn freak. "Everyone knows what we did in here."
"Perhaps, but I won't be giving them the satisfaction of knowing how much I enjoyed it." Ignoring their shocked expressions, Asch stalked from the room.
"...does that mean he'll join in again?" Luke asked hopefully.
"That's a yes if I ever heard one."