The benefits of coming home (5/?) Wrex/Garrus/Bakara
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August 5 2014, 22:04:45 UTC
Garrus handled the (not a geth) toy with the confidence and dexterity usually shown to his sniper rifle. Somehow Wrex wasn't shocked, if there were two things Vakarian liked doing it was shooting things in the head and fucking... well....anything. Wrex felt a bit short of breath as he watched Garrus tongue at the toy before pressing it into Bakara alongside his own cock, rolling his hips as Bakara gasped and shuddered at the unexpected sensation.
Wrex stroked a hand along his responding cock. Privately he admitted to himself that his mate and his turian looked amazing together. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wound up playful and intense. Around the time Garrus did something with the toy, and it responded with a low humming that made Garrus twitch and Bakara roll her eyes back, Wrex admitted that, beautiful sight or not, he wasn't going to remain a passive bystander.
Wrex couldn't not touch them both, and as he crowded in behind Garrus, he could feel himself coming to full hardness against the warm carapace of the turian's back. Reaching aroun, Wrex spread Bakara as wide as he could, watching Garrus slide deep into the female's willing flesh. The turian had a grip on the hilt of the toy, moving it in and out of Bakara in time with his own thrusts, like some kind of strange auxiliary cock. It must have felt good though, because it was making Bakara buck up into every movement, one hand kneading at Garrus' waist as the other dragged at his hip to encourage him to move faster.
The natuaral lubricant that Garrus exuded made Bakara's folds feel unbelievably wet, and Wrex slicked his fingers with the excess and pressed them up between the turian's legs. Garrus was as delightfully responsive as ever, voicing a multi-toned hum of invitation even as he shifted slightly forward to accommodate the battlemaster.
Wrex was still expanding as he pushed past the initial tight resistance of Garrus' body, and he could feel the turian shaking as he stretched him. Giving a sharp jerk of his hips to settle himself, Wrex grinned as Bakara gave a sharp gasp as Wrex's movement pushed Garrus deep into her. So that was how this was going to work.
Wrapping his arms around Garrus, Wrex supported the turian's slight weight, using his lust to control both their movements. Bakara hooked a clawed foot around Wrex's back, just above the jut of his stum-tail; with only the slim body of the turian between them, Wrex felt like he was fucking them both.
Nose pressed to Garrus' neck plates, Wrex was breathing in the hot metal scent of overheated turian when Vakarian came in a shuddering rush of ecstasy. Knowing the young turian had little to no refractory period, Wrex tightened his hold and fucked him through the aftershocks into a second orgasm that dragged a half-protesting cry from Garrus.
Bakara wasn't as vocal as Garrus, but Wrex could watch her eyes close as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Wrex could see Garrus' clawed hand trace the post-orgasmic muscle twitches rippling across her abdomen as she shared the turian's afterglow, before relaxing into a blissed out slump.
Garrus was nearly insensate by the time Wrex came with a roar. Only the turian's light grip on Wrex's flexing thighs gave any indication that he was still able to move.
Afterwards, they stayed bundled together. A sticky, satiated mess, they were more healed now in mind and body that they had been in months. Despite the uncomfortable sensation that was rapidly cooling bodily fluids, and the fact that Garrus still had a fair portion of armor on, nobody seemed ready to move....that was until a demanding howl heralded the awakening of one or both of the hatchlings.
“Oh, fuck no.” Garrus dragged the edge of a blanket over his head. “I'm not moving.”
“Neither am I.” Bakara favored Wrex with a dubious expression, as if she was slightly doubtful he would be up to the task. “Wrex does have several months of fatherhood to make up for....”
Wrex stroked a hand along his responding cock. Privately he admitted to himself that his mate and his turian looked amazing together. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wound up playful and intense. Around the time Garrus did something with the toy, and it responded with a low humming that made Garrus twitch and Bakara roll her eyes back, Wrex admitted that, beautiful sight or not, he wasn't going to remain a passive bystander.
Wrex couldn't not touch them both, and as he crowded in behind Garrus, he could feel himself coming to full hardness against the warm carapace of the turian's back. Reaching aroun, Wrex spread Bakara as wide as he could, watching Garrus slide deep into the female's willing flesh. The turian had a grip on the hilt of the toy, moving it in and out of Bakara in time with his own thrusts, like some kind of strange auxiliary cock. It must have felt good though, because it was making Bakara buck up into every movement, one hand kneading at Garrus' waist as the other dragged at his hip to encourage him to move faster.
The natuaral lubricant that Garrus exuded made Bakara's folds feel unbelievably wet, and Wrex slicked his fingers with the excess and pressed them up between the turian's legs. Garrus was as delightfully responsive as ever, voicing a multi-toned hum of invitation even as he shifted slightly forward to accommodate the battlemaster.
Wrex was still expanding as he pushed past the initial tight resistance of Garrus' body, and he could feel the turian shaking as he stretched him. Giving a sharp jerk of his hips to settle himself, Wrex grinned as Bakara gave a sharp gasp as Wrex's movement pushed Garrus deep into her. So that was how this was going to work.
Wrapping his arms around Garrus, Wrex supported the turian's slight weight, using his lust to control both their movements. Bakara hooked a clawed foot around Wrex's back, just above the jut of his stum-tail; with only the slim body of the turian between them, Wrex felt like he was fucking them both.
Nose pressed to Garrus' neck plates, Wrex was breathing in the hot metal scent of overheated turian when Vakarian came in a shuddering rush of ecstasy. Knowing the young turian had little to no refractory period, Wrex tightened his hold and fucked him through the aftershocks into a second orgasm that dragged a half-protesting cry from Garrus.
Bakara wasn't as vocal as Garrus, but Wrex could watch her eyes close as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Wrex could see Garrus' clawed hand trace the post-orgasmic muscle twitches rippling across her abdomen as she shared the turian's afterglow, before relaxing into a blissed out slump.
Garrus was nearly insensate by the time Wrex came with a roar. Only the turian's light grip on Wrex's flexing thighs gave any indication that he was still able to move.
Afterwards, they stayed bundled together. A sticky, satiated mess, they were more healed now in mind and body that they had been in months. Despite the uncomfortable sensation that was rapidly cooling bodily fluids, and the fact that Garrus still had a fair portion of armor on, nobody seemed ready to move....that was until a demanding howl heralded the awakening of one or both of the hatchlings.
“Oh, fuck no.” Garrus dragged the edge of a blanket over his head. “I'm not moving.”
“Neither am I.” Bakara favored Wrex with a dubious expression, as if she was slightly doubtful he would be up to the task. “Wrex does have several months of fatherhood to make up for....”
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