Fic: And Then There Were Three
So this is a stealth attack continuation of And Then There Were Three. It is made of smut. There are no redeeming qualities to this smut. It's pretty much all smut.
Title: Disobedience
Author: Cyprith
Pairing: Gob/Vaultie/Charon
Rating: NC17
Charon clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body straining against the order he’d been given. Be still or order me to stop. Order her? Even if he’d been able to, he damn sure wouldn’t have wanted to. Not with the vaultie pressing kisses down the length of his cock, lapping at those places where the nerves had been worn raw with a smirk and radiated water washing over her tongue. And his hands were clenching in the sheet-don’t move, can’t move-but the girl was damn near swallowing him whole and he couldn’t think, couldn’t fucking breathe. Gob certainly wasn’t helping, lifting the goddamned water bottle only when he was practically begging for it, one hand kneading his balls as the vaultie-sweet jesus, his vaultie, his saint-hummed along in time to the radio with a wicked smirk as she fucking devoured him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Charon registered he was shaking with the effort of not moving and he wasn’t sure who had his contract at this point, but Gob-fucking Gob-was ordering him not to come and goddamnit if he’d ever disobeyed an order, but the vaultie had a finger inside him, twisting just so and he was lost. His vision scattered, the warning pain behind his eyes lost in the haze of oh god yes, don’t stop, don’t ever stop and he came with a cry, hips arching off the bed, orders be damned.
He heard his vaultie laughing, breathless, and a soft kiss was pressed to the inside of his thigh, afterglow still burning like electricity through his poor, tattered nerves.
“Disobedience looks good on you, Charon,” she said and he could hear the arousal in her voice. “Why don’t we try that one again?”