aka Lolitics is my 6th sense
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That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
Otherwise it will get very chaotic.
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She kisses first Ed, then David, because she can, then tugs at the buttons of her blouse when David drops his head to slide his mouth against his brother’s. It doesn’t feel as weird as she thought it would, and she wonders if she’ll feel the same way in the morning. Ed’s fingers come up to cup the back of David’s neck and, for a moment, it looks like they’re completely lost in it.
There’s something about the noises Ed makes, desperate and wanting, which makes her own skin feels like it’s on fire, and all three of them are in a hurry to remove their clothing. David takes control then, as usual she can tell from the way Ed follows, instantly obedient.
“He’s going to watch,” David says, eyes travelling over his brother heatedly, even as trails his long fingers against her stomach, “because he’s a good boy and he likes it.”
She should argue she thinks, dimly, put a stop to this. But then David’s tongue is slick in her mouth, and his hands are hot against her breasts. She shifts her hips, restlessly, and one of David’s hands move lower, his fingers sliding in her wetness. She turns her head to look at Ed, to see the flush mottled against his pale skin, and his fingers clenched tight in the blanket.
David withdraws his fingers, to retrieve something, and tells Ed in a voice so low it makes her leg twitch that he can touch her. He does so carefully, lips soft against her collarbone and hands gentle against her hardened nipples. There’s the rustle of a wrapper and Ed drops his head lower, traces patterns with his fingertips against her inner thigh as he suckles. She can feel how turned on he is and it makes her feel feverish, desperate for more.
Another hand strokes at her side, supposedly calming, as Ed slid still further down the bed, his brow furrowed in concentration as he put his tongue to good use. He swipes once, hot and wet, to tease her, and David lies beside her, kissing at her neck, head tilted so he can watch it.
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David’s fingers find her clit, making her moan, helpless, and then slide inside of her. It’s too sensitive, almost too much, and David finds a rhythm, relentless, so that he can pull Ed close and keep it in time with the movement of his tongue. Ed’s breathing harsh enough for all of them when David releases him, and his eyes are huge and dazed. She puts a hand on his back and hears David say, hot and quiet against his ear, “I want you to watch, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
She doesn’t get time to dwell on it, the total dysfunctionalism, because then David is pressing against her, asking her if she wants it. She nods, eyes screwed tight shut, and rakes her fingernails down his back as she moves against him. She bites at her lip, blood rushing in her ears, and over it all she can hear Ed whimpering, feel the sheets pull taut as Ed struggles to do David bidding. She tenses all over, falls over the edge for a second time, and David stiffens against her.
She feels heavy, sated, warm all over when David pulls away, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss against the edge of her lips. She lies on her side, watching the way Ed looks at his brother, longing and half wild. David’s balance, satisfyingly, is unsteady and she feels her eyelids drooping even as Ed groans as David touches him, starts babbling about how much he wants him.
David wraps a hand around him, whispers words she can’t hear in his ear as Ed gets ever louder. She thinks of David asking, gently, if he was alright with it and wonders, were it not for her intervention, what would have happened to them. David seems intent on making Ed beg when she falls asleep and she dreams strange dreams in which she’s still at school, and the geography teacher everyone had hated pulled her aside and told her she was in trouble because David’s mother knew.
When she woke up the room was empty and, later, she sat and watched Ed on television, dark circles ringing his eyes though his tone was quietly confident. She passed David in the corridor, and he acknowledged her though he didn’t meet her eye, and she knew then that this was their secret, guilty and wrong, and not one of them is ever going to tell.
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Because if you did, I'm the author of that and definitely, definitely don't mind the sequel. That fic was so hard to write, complex sexual scenarios are so not my forte but I couldn't get it out of my head, there was something REALLY intriguing about having a strong female lead in a rather sordid, untypical sexual act with Milibands out of all people.
Anyways, with all that said, the fact you did continue the scenario just made my day. Utterly made it, I tell you. This just took my fic to a whole delicious Milicest-y level I was kind of afraid to take it because of how teenage!Oona would react to such a thing. This was just mind-bogglingly hot and yeah, wow. I am literally fanning myself over here.
This meme definitely needed more Miliband 3somes. Against all reason, those two geeks can be hot.
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Agreed. All the Miliband threesomes I've read have been scorching hot! :D
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