Mod Gift #22 - For Unavoidedcrisis!
Title: Um...seriously, I got nuthin'
Author: telaryn
Giftee: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: *choke* NC-17. No, really.
Characters/Pairing: OT3
Word Count: 688
Spoilers: None
Warnings: m/f/m sex
Disclaimer: No money made, no ownership implied.
Summary: Trio Porn. Absolute, unrepentent PWP
Notes: For unavoidedcrisis with thanks for your participation in this year's Leverage Exchange. Under the circumstances, I feel the need to quote from your sign-up post: could also go for straight-up OT3 porn with hair pulling and dirty talk
Your wish is my command.
Hardison’s fingers press into the flesh of her thighs, seeking purchase as he pushes into her. Eliot steadies her from behind - one hand twisted in her hair, and the other resting lightly on her shoulder blade. He growls softly, his breath hot against her skin as he fucks into Hardison. His fist tightens rhythmically with every thrust, sending a thrill through her body.
“You like that, huh?” Eliot asks. His voice is low and rough, making her shiver. He pulls harder on her hair, and she hums with pleasure. Hardison brushes his thumb across the surface of her clit, making her gasp and arch into Eliot - who thrusts into Hardison again.
“God,” Hardison moans. “Feels like I’m being split in two.”
“You can take it,” Eliot says, punctuating the statement with a harder thrust. Now it’s Hardison’s turn to gasp - writhing against the mattress. She knows they’re taking it slow for her; she doesn’t like going fast when the three of them are together. The energy rises too quick, and she feels like she’s being swept along with the tide.
Besides…a quick fuck means that she doesn’t get to watch the expressions on Hardison’s face as she and Eliot bring him closer to orgasm. “So wet,” he groans, rubbing her clit even harder. “You feel so good, Parker.” He’s close now - she can tell. Things are tightening low in her body; Parker whimpers as she feels her own orgasm crowding her senses.
Eliot skims the heel of one hand across her nipples, which harden immediately in response. The ache is exquisite - her breath catches in her throat and she bites her lip, shaking her head back and forth. So close… In her head she reaches out, straining with all her might for that ultimate release.
“That’s it, baby…come for us…” She can hear the strain in Hardison’s voice, and knows that he won’t last much after her. “Come on, Parker…so beautiful…” In another second, she knows he won’t be making any sense at all.
Eliot’s fist tightens again, holding her head perfectly still. She feels him lean forward, bright sharp pain lancing through her body as he sets his teeth hard in the meat of her shoulder. He sucks hard on her flesh, drawing blood to the surface, and it’s enough to push her that final last step. She cries out, tears springing to her eyes as things tighten low in her body, and her nerves light up with more pleasure than she’d ever imagined one person could hold.
“God, Parker…yes…that’s…” Both Hardison’s hands are on her thighs again, squeezing hard as his own orgasm takes him. His cock is suddenly thick and wet inside her, pushing against her muscles and drawing out her own orgasm until the world starts to spin around her. Somewhere in the fog of her awareness, she dimly realizes Eliot has let her go, and is holding onto Hardison’s thighs with both hands as he fucks him hard and fast.
“Eliot…” Hardison moans, and Parker feels Eliot stiffen behind her; a hand gripping her shoulder for balance as he comes. His breathing is harsh and ragged to her ears, and the intensity of it all sets off another orgasm.
“Godgodgodgod…” Almost as if he realizes he’s squeezing her hard enough to leave bruises, Hardison’s hands slap against the mattress, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the tangle of sheets. Parker feels him stiffen between her thighs, feels one last pulse of pleasure deep inside her body, then it’s like the three of them are falling together from an impossible height.
It feels a lot like leaping off a skyscraper, but this time instead of her harness Parker has her boys to catch her.
When things are quiet and still, Parker lies down across Hardison’s chest - still on top of him. His arms go weakly around her shoulders, hands rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of her back. Eliot is slow pulling himself free, but soon enough he is lying next to Hardison, one arm slipped around the younger man’s shoulders, and she can put a hand on his chest too as she finally falls asleep.
Author: telaryn
Giftee: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: *choke* NC-17. No, really.
Characters/Pairing: OT3
Word Count: 688
Spoilers: None
Warnings: m/f/m sex
Disclaimer: No money made, no ownership implied.
Summary: Trio Porn. Absolute, unrepentent PWP
Notes: For unavoidedcrisis with thanks for your participation in this year's Leverage Exchange. Under the circumstances, I feel the need to quote from your sign-up post: could also go for straight-up OT3 porn with hair pulling and dirty talk
Your wish is my command.
Hardison’s fingers press into the flesh of her thighs, seeking purchase as he pushes into her. Eliot steadies her from behind - one hand twisted in her hair, and the other resting lightly on her shoulder blade. He growls softly, his breath hot against her skin as he fucks into Hardison. His fist tightens rhythmically with every thrust, sending a thrill through her body.
“You like that, huh?” Eliot asks. His voice is low and rough, making her shiver. He pulls harder on her hair, and she hums with pleasure. Hardison brushes his thumb across the surface of her clit, making her gasp and arch into Eliot - who thrusts into Hardison again.
“God,” Hardison moans. “Feels like I’m being split in two.”
“You can take it,” Eliot says, punctuating the statement with a harder thrust. Now it’s Hardison’s turn to gasp - writhing against the mattress. She knows they’re taking it slow for her; she doesn’t like going fast when the three of them are together. The energy rises too quick, and she feels like she’s being swept along with the tide.
Besides…a quick fuck means that she doesn’t get to watch the expressions on Hardison’s face as she and Eliot bring him closer to orgasm. “So wet,” he groans, rubbing her clit even harder. “You feel so good, Parker.” He’s close now - she can tell. Things are tightening low in her body; Parker whimpers as she feels her own orgasm crowding her senses.
Eliot skims the heel of one hand across her nipples, which harden immediately in response. The ache is exquisite - her breath catches in her throat and she bites her lip, shaking her head back and forth. So close… In her head she reaches out, straining with all her might for that ultimate release.
“That’s it, baby…come for us…” She can hear the strain in Hardison’s voice, and knows that he won’t last much after her. “Come on, Parker…so beautiful…” In another second, she knows he won’t be making any sense at all.
Eliot’s fist tightens again, holding her head perfectly still. She feels him lean forward, bright sharp pain lancing through her body as he sets his teeth hard in the meat of her shoulder. He sucks hard on her flesh, drawing blood to the surface, and it’s enough to push her that final last step. She cries out, tears springing to her eyes as things tighten low in her body, and her nerves light up with more pleasure than she’d ever imagined one person could hold.
“God, Parker…yes…that’s…” Both Hardison’s hands are on her thighs again, squeezing hard as his own orgasm takes him. His cock is suddenly thick and wet inside her, pushing against her muscles and drawing out her own orgasm until the world starts to spin around her. Somewhere in the fog of her awareness, she dimly realizes Eliot has let her go, and is holding onto Hardison’s thighs with both hands as he fucks him hard and fast.
“Eliot…” Hardison moans, and Parker feels Eliot stiffen behind her; a hand gripping her shoulder for balance as he comes. His breathing is harsh and ragged to her ears, and the intensity of it all sets off another orgasm.
“Godgodgodgod…” Almost as if he realizes he’s squeezing her hard enough to leave bruises, Hardison’s hands slap against the mattress, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the tangle of sheets. Parker feels him stiffen between her thighs, feels one last pulse of pleasure deep inside her body, then it’s like the three of them are falling together from an impossible height.
It feels a lot like leaping off a skyscraper, but this time instead of her harness Parker has her boys to catch her.
When things are quiet and still, Parker lies down across Hardison’s chest - still on top of him. His arms go weakly around her shoulders, hands rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of her back. Eliot is slow pulling himself free, but soon enough he is lying next to Hardison, one arm slipped around the younger man’s shoulders, and she can put a hand on his chest too as she finally falls asleep.