Jen's mindkink porn
...Really, the subject says it all. Of course, her mindkink is my fault, but.
Title: Three
Author: Purplevks
Uni: Stoneson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mindsex, incest between triplets, hints of abusive childhood.
Summary: Mindkink. Devin isn't surprised.
AN:the earring thing. Each boy wears a personalized earring that idenifies which one they are,but cause no one can tell them apart other wise. The other earring surpresses their magic to a point that they can function in the outside world. They are 17 in this, though sophomores since they missed a few years of school.
Dean-youngest
Devin:Middle
Dennis: eldest.
Devin is not surprised at what he finds when he opens their dorm room door. It's not -- they've never done anything together, not like that, but the possibility of what Dean and Dennis are doing -- curled around each other, bodies and minds, making obscene wet noises and each one writhing against the other -- has always been there, in the way the other two looked at him, and, less often, the way they looked at each other.
The three of the only talked about it once, the night of their fifteenth birthday
They all had sat carefully on different pieces of furniture, in the giant house their parents thought was enough to make up for no one being there, and tried to keep the mental overlap down, so it was Dean and Devin and Dennis, not deandevindennis.
Hearing it wasn't a surprise. There had never been a serious discussion before, out loud or mentally, and listening to them finally say the words "We want, we, can we have sex? Together, apart, just, please." Switching off between them as worry made them blend had lifted a huge weight off Devin's shoulders, even as the words and the desperate looks that came with them made his chest ache.
He knew, even then, that his brother's fixation on him wasn't healthy, but there wasn't, still isn't, anything he can do about it, and thought of others interfering made and makes them all sick.
He wanted to be able to say yes, but he'd been protected from the abuse the other two went through, they'd protected him, switching places, and he was far enough from their damage to be able to see that he can't give them that yet.
"Can we, can we wait? I wouldn't mind, but I'm not -- just, wait? Can you?"
They had agreed, and two years and some later Devin can feel how hard they tried to give him what he wanted, and can see how much it cost Dean and Dennis.
It's not a surprise when they look at him like they can hear what he's thinking even though he can see their earrings and feel his own matching one.
Dean looks away first, moving his eyes from Devin to their comforter and leaning back so Dennis is more on top on him. It's something they used to do, put Dennis on top, and it's the reason he's most messed up, but it's instinctive and safe.
Dennis is looking at him with a vague smile and an amused glint, absently petting and stroking the youngest of them as if he does it everyday and Devin should be watching. He looks away when one of his touches makes Dean gasp and press closer, and Devin lets the door swing shut as he moves slowly in.
Dennis looks at him again, sending an invitation with his posture, before fully turning and pinning Dean down with hands, lips, gentle touches.
The sight makes Devin swallow, but he determinately puts his bag down at his desk first. They have three desks and one bigger than standard bed, something the sometimes too-understanding headmaster arranged for them with out being asked.
Devin has had a long day, though, and he can see the pace Dennis and Dean are moving at. He might be ready, now, but he, he wants it to be slow and they aren't capable of slowing down now, even if it is gentle.
"I'm going to take a shower," He says, looking at the wall, and Dean looks hurt and confused, with a little dazed thrown in for good measure, but Dennis gets it, nods and bends to whisper in Dean's ear.
The door to the bathroom clicks quietly when he locks it, and Devin leans over to turn the water on, slightly too hot, before he strips.
His clothes are dumped unceremoniously on the floor. There is a brief moment when Devin pauses to bite at his lower lip and stare into the mirror, before he reaches up past shoulder length hair to take out the earring that identifies him as Devin, an intricate quill pen. Its. Devin has never been able to come up with a way to describe how he feels when he looks and sees all three if them. They look exactly, down to the last freckle, the same.
It's not bad. Devin isn't afraid of loosing himself in them, and he probably wouldn't have the nerve to make it out the door with out the protection their appearance gives him. It makes him feel like an equal part of a whole, and.
And everyone know that Dennis and Dean Allen are fucked up, but no one has realized that so is Devin Allen, because anyone who finds the sight of two copies of himself erotic is not okay.
He shivers and avoids the glass as he starts to ease the other piece of jewelry out of his ear, a simple metal stud that will leave him weak and gasping and feel so damn good when its completely out.
It's gone, and he's clutching at the counter to stay upright. Dennis still has his in, a blank wall, but Dean doesn't and ,oh god, reconnecting is even more intense than usual. Devin can feel all the places Dennis' and Dean's bodies are touching, and where Dennis is stroking and rubbing, and he forces himself away from the sink and on to the floor of the shower before he gets any shakier.
With water pouring over him, stinging and falling just short of painful, Devin considers standing up and joining them.
His reasons from earlier are still there, though, and even as he feels watches/feels Dennis strip Dean/him, he knows this isn't for him. It's for his two brothers, who want the same thing and having been waiting so long. Devin can tell they need this, and he's not going to interfere.
It doesn't stop Devin from watching, and Dean is amused at him for a few brief heartbeats before Dennis claims his attention again. Then Dennis pulls back, leaving Dean's pants abandoned around Dean's knees and his shirt trapping his wrist behind his back, and jerks his own metal off.
Everything whites out for a moment, and the first thing that crosses his mind is fuck. A blurry moment of here/there/bathroom/bed/dean/dennis/devin later and Devin sorts the thought out as Dennis', who is cursing feelingly as he slips a finger in Dean. Dean is just a tangle of emotions and wants, arching into what Dennis is giving him, and Devin lets it wash over him, closes his own eyes so the double vision of what the other two are seeing is clearer. They kiss and Dennis is feeling what both of them do. They're feeling each other, too, and they're building and reacting and God, Devin isn't completely inexperienced, and this is not the first time they've been connected during sex, but it's never been like this.
Devin can't tell who's making the whine, can't even sort out if the body he's in for the moment is actually hearing it, but he can see/feel when Dennis adds a second finger, when Dean leans forward for a rough and demanding kiss.
Devin gives up on trying to keep separate and gives in, lets their pleasure overwhelm everything else as Dennis bites Dean's neck hard, marking him. There's three fingers in Dean now, and Dennis trying to remember where the condoms flashes through all their minds.
The wordless protest that Dean lets out is halfhearted, mostly because he doesn't want to be left while Dennis goes and gets them, but even he doesn't want to be reckless about it. They can flip bodies, yeah, but it wouldn't be the first time something that should be safe wasn't.
It turns out he doesn't need to worry, though, since they're right next to the bed. Dennis had already had his fingers slicked -four of them, now - so now he grabs for the lube again, and Dean wants more than fingers but he doesn't like the way Dennis leaves him empty as he preps, so Devin distracts him with a mental hum and draws his/their attention to how good they're making him feel.
The sensation of being full on top of being the one doing the filling is almost too intense for Devin, and the thought of grabbing his earring again crosses his mind. Its too far, though, and Devin doesn't think he could reach it even if he really wanted to.
'Mine', Dennis thinks, mouth glued to Dean's, who gathers up enough brain cells to think 'Yours' back. The eldest starts to thrust, keeping an imperfect rhythm but trying, and Devin looses track of everything after that.
Title: Three
Author: Purplevks
Uni: Stoneson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mindsex, incest between triplets, hints of abusive childhood.
Summary: Mindkink. Devin isn't surprised.
AN:the earring thing. Each boy wears a personalized earring that idenifies which one they are,but cause no one can tell them apart other wise. The other earring surpresses their magic to a point that they can function in the outside world. They are 17 in this, though sophomores since they missed a few years of school.
Dean-youngest
Devin:Middle
Dennis: eldest.
Devin is not surprised at what he finds when he opens their dorm room door. It's not -- they've never done anything together, not like that, but the possibility of what Dean and Dennis are doing -- curled around each other, bodies and minds, making obscene wet noises and each one writhing against the other -- has always been there, in the way the other two looked at him, and, less often, the way they looked at each other.
The three of the only talked about it once, the night of their fifteenth birthday
They all had sat carefully on different pieces of furniture, in the giant house their parents thought was enough to make up for no one being there, and tried to keep the mental overlap down, so it was Dean and Devin and Dennis, not deandevindennis.
Hearing it wasn't a surprise. There had never been a serious discussion before, out loud or mentally, and listening to them finally say the words "We want, we, can we have sex? Together, apart, just, please." Switching off between them as worry made them blend had lifted a huge weight off Devin's shoulders, even as the words and the desperate looks that came with them made his chest ache.
He knew, even then, that his brother's fixation on him wasn't healthy, but there wasn't, still isn't, anything he can do about it, and thought of others interfering made and makes them all sick.
He wanted to be able to say yes, but he'd been protected from the abuse the other two went through, they'd protected him, switching places, and he was far enough from their damage to be able to see that he can't give them that yet.
"Can we, can we wait? I wouldn't mind, but I'm not -- just, wait? Can you?"
They had agreed, and two years and some later Devin can feel how hard they tried to give him what he wanted, and can see how much it cost Dean and Dennis.
It's not a surprise when they look at him like they can hear what he's thinking even though he can see their earrings and feel his own matching one.
Dean looks away first, moving his eyes from Devin to their comforter and leaning back so Dennis is more on top on him. It's something they used to do, put Dennis on top, and it's the reason he's most messed up, but it's instinctive and safe.
Dennis is looking at him with a vague smile and an amused glint, absently petting and stroking the youngest of them as if he does it everyday and Devin should be watching. He looks away when one of his touches makes Dean gasp and press closer, and Devin lets the door swing shut as he moves slowly in.
Dennis looks at him again, sending an invitation with his posture, before fully turning and pinning Dean down with hands, lips, gentle touches.
The sight makes Devin swallow, but he determinately puts his bag down at his desk first. They have three desks and one bigger than standard bed, something the sometimes too-understanding headmaster arranged for them with out being asked.
Devin has had a long day, though, and he can see the pace Dennis and Dean are moving at. He might be ready, now, but he, he wants it to be slow and they aren't capable of slowing down now, even if it is gentle.
"I'm going to take a shower," He says, looking at the wall, and Dean looks hurt and confused, with a little dazed thrown in for good measure, but Dennis gets it, nods and bends to whisper in Dean's ear.
The door to the bathroom clicks quietly when he locks it, and Devin leans over to turn the water on, slightly too hot, before he strips.
His clothes are dumped unceremoniously on the floor. There is a brief moment when Devin pauses to bite at his lower lip and stare into the mirror, before he reaches up past shoulder length hair to take out the earring that identifies him as Devin, an intricate quill pen. Its. Devin has never been able to come up with a way to describe how he feels when he looks and sees all three if them. They look exactly, down to the last freckle, the same.
It's not bad. Devin isn't afraid of loosing himself in them, and he probably wouldn't have the nerve to make it out the door with out the protection their appearance gives him. It makes him feel like an equal part of a whole, and.
And everyone know that Dennis and Dean Allen are fucked up, but no one has realized that so is Devin Allen, because anyone who finds the sight of two copies of himself erotic is not okay.
He shivers and avoids the glass as he starts to ease the other piece of jewelry out of his ear, a simple metal stud that will leave him weak and gasping and feel so damn good when its completely out.
It's gone, and he's clutching at the counter to stay upright. Dennis still has his in, a blank wall, but Dean doesn't and ,oh god, reconnecting is even more intense than usual. Devin can feel all the places Dennis' and Dean's bodies are touching, and where Dennis is stroking and rubbing, and he forces himself away from the sink and on to the floor of the shower before he gets any shakier.
With water pouring over him, stinging and falling just short of painful, Devin considers standing up and joining them.
His reasons from earlier are still there, though, and even as he feels watches/feels Dennis strip Dean/him, he knows this isn't for him. It's for his two brothers, who want the same thing and having been waiting so long. Devin can tell they need this, and he's not going to interfere.
It doesn't stop Devin from watching, and Dean is amused at him for a few brief heartbeats before Dennis claims his attention again. Then Dennis pulls back, leaving Dean's pants abandoned around Dean's knees and his shirt trapping his wrist behind his back, and jerks his own metal off.
Everything whites out for a moment, and the first thing that crosses his mind is fuck. A blurry moment of here/there/bathroom/bed/dean/dennis/devin later and Devin sorts the thought out as Dennis', who is cursing feelingly as he slips a finger in Dean. Dean is just a tangle of emotions and wants, arching into what Dennis is giving him, and Devin lets it wash over him, closes his own eyes so the double vision of what the other two are seeing is clearer. They kiss and Dennis is feeling what both of them do. They're feeling each other, too, and they're building and reacting and God, Devin isn't completely inexperienced, and this is not the first time they've been connected during sex, but it's never been like this.
Devin can't tell who's making the whine, can't even sort out if the body he's in for the moment is actually hearing it, but he can see/feel when Dennis adds a second finger, when Dean leans forward for a rough and demanding kiss.
Devin gives up on trying to keep separate and gives in, lets their pleasure overwhelm everything else as Dennis bites Dean's neck hard, marking him. There's three fingers in Dean now, and Dennis trying to remember where the condoms flashes through all their minds.
The wordless protest that Dean lets out is halfhearted, mostly because he doesn't want to be left while Dennis goes and gets them, but even he doesn't want to be reckless about it. They can flip bodies, yeah, but it wouldn't be the first time something that should be safe wasn't.
It turns out he doesn't need to worry, though, since they're right next to the bed. Dennis had already had his fingers slicked -four of them, now - so now he grabs for the lube again, and Dean wants more than fingers but he doesn't like the way Dennis leaves him empty as he preps, so Devin distracts him with a mental hum and draws his/their attention to how good they're making him feel.
The sensation of being full on top of being the one doing the filling is almost too intense for Devin, and the thought of grabbing his earring again crosses his mind. Its too far, though, and Devin doesn't think he could reach it even if he really wanted to.
'Mine', Dennis thinks, mouth glued to Dean's, who gathers up enough brain cells to think 'Yours' back. The eldest starts to thrust, keeping an imperfect rhythm but trying, and Devin looses track of everything after that.