Appearances aside, he has always been quite disciplined. His tongue reaches into her, tasting her bitterness, enthusiastically thrusting into her. Roderich is closer now, leaning over her shoulder, one hand toying with her nipple even as the other continues working another finger into Gilbert.
Gilbert often forgets that Roderich himself can be quite attentive when his own interests are involved. They’ve never really had similar interests, so Gilbert’s never cared. This though, the way he can use those gorgeous hands, the way he’s playing them both like his beloved piano, never missing a beat, and never faltering in his opposed movements, is something even Gilbert can admit he’s impressed by.
Elizaveta cries out at the feel of Roderich’s soft kisses along her neck. Her thighs clench around Gilbert’s face, and her ass tightens around his fingers. She’s shaking, grinding down on his tongue and her moans are beautiful. She tenses suddenly, and Gilbert digs his fingers into her thighs and licks her clit and she groans as wetness washes his tongue. If Gilbert wasn’t grinning before, he is now. Take that you pansy twit.
“Knew your mouth was good for something,” she hisses as she slides off of him, tumbling into the pillows above his head with a satisfied smile on her face. She leans over to play with his hair, even as he’s gasping at the feeling of Roderich’s fingers twisting within him. He’s shifting on them, fucking himself on them (with out Elizaveta to distract him it’s very hard to concentrate on anything else). His face twists in a grimace as Roderich kneads his prostate insistently. “Gilbert.” He focuses on Elizaveta’s voice in a vain effort to distract himself. “Turn over.”
What?
Elizaveta runs her nails down his cheek and neck, and Roderich twists his fingers within him and replaces his other hand on Gilbert’s cock. Gilbert moans, still not sure he heard that right. Roderich’s hand wraps around the base of his cock. God he’s so hot now he thinks he’s about to explode or pass out and damn it that’s not playing fair. “Move your hand,” he growls. He tries to sit up, but Elizaveta pins his shoulders down (far too easily, much to his chagrin). He glares up at them, not at all reassured by the still-devious look in Elizaveta’s eye, or the blush spreading across Roderich’s face.
“I believe you should do as requested.” Roderich’s blush grows, if possible, redder.
Something clicks in the back of Gilbert’s head, and he glances up at Elizaveta, who’s grinning at him, and then back at Roderich. “You think you can handle it?” he asks. He’s pretty sure his attempt to leer at the man is failing. His head is too fuzzy and he can’t really concentrate enough on anything but the fingers in his ass and the hand on his cock to really try.
Roderich huffs, and Elizaveta giggles (god that sound is hot). “Of course.” The fact that Roderich is flushing all the way down his chest now doesn’t help his indignant stare.
Gilbert shrugs his shoulders, pushes himself down on Roderich’s fingers, rubs himself against them moaning shamelessly. “You want this?” he taunts. A flicker of something Gilbert might almost call desperation flashes through Roderich’s eyes. Elizaveta lets him go, and he leans up, crashing his mouth onto Roderich’s forcefully. Roderich moans into their kiss, and he can hear Elizaveta humming behind him and that makes it all the better. “Come on,” Gilbert growls against Roderich’s ear. “Or are you too much of a wuss?”
Roderich shudders, and kisses him, biting Gilbert’s lip lightly. “Turn around.” His voice is a soft, husky murmur.
“You better make it worth my while.” Gilbert is grinning as he does just that, flips over onto his knees. Elizaveta is in front of him now, stroking herself lazily as she watches them with half lidded eyes. Gilbert moans as Roderich pushes into him, and finds her hand, drawing it to his lips. Roderich pauses for a moment, lets Gilbert adjust to his size. “I’m not you, you idiot,” Gilbert hisses between clenched teeth. “Move!” And Roderich does, gasping over his shoulder, pressing kisses and nips along his spine that are really too damn soft, but it’s Roderich, so he doesn’t expect any different.
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Gilbert often forgets that Roderich himself can be quite attentive when his own interests are involved. They’ve never really had similar interests, so Gilbert’s never cared. This though, the way he can use those gorgeous hands, the way he’s playing them both like his beloved piano, never missing a beat, and never faltering in his opposed movements, is something even Gilbert can admit he’s impressed by.
Elizaveta cries out at the feel of Roderich’s soft kisses along her neck. Her thighs clench around Gilbert’s face, and her ass tightens around his fingers. She’s shaking, grinding down on his tongue and her moans are beautiful. She tenses suddenly, and Gilbert digs his fingers into her thighs and licks her clit and she groans as wetness washes his tongue. If Gilbert wasn’t grinning before, he is now. Take that you pansy twit.
“Knew your mouth was good for something,” she hisses as she slides off of him, tumbling into the pillows above his head with a satisfied smile on her face. She leans over to play with his hair, even as he’s gasping at the feeling of Roderich’s fingers twisting within him. He’s shifting on them, fucking himself on them (with out Elizaveta to distract him it’s very hard to concentrate on anything else). His face twists in a grimace as Roderich kneads his prostate insistently. “Gilbert.” He focuses on Elizaveta’s voice in a vain effort to distract himself. “Turn over.”
What?
Elizaveta runs her nails down his cheek and neck, and Roderich twists his fingers within him and replaces his other hand on Gilbert’s cock. Gilbert moans, still not sure he heard that right. Roderich’s hand wraps around the base of his cock. God he’s so hot now he thinks he’s about to explode or pass out and damn it that’s not playing fair. “Move your hand,” he growls. He tries to sit up, but Elizaveta pins his shoulders down (far too easily, much to his chagrin). He glares up at them, not at all reassured by the still-devious look in Elizaveta’s eye, or the blush spreading across Roderich’s face.
“I believe you should do as requested.” Roderich’s blush grows, if possible, redder.
Something clicks in the back of Gilbert’s head, and he glances up at Elizaveta, who’s grinning at him, and then back at Roderich. “You think you can handle it?” he asks. He’s pretty sure his attempt to leer at the man is failing. His head is too fuzzy and he can’t really concentrate enough on anything but the fingers in his ass and the hand on his cock to really try.
Roderich huffs, and Elizaveta giggles (god that sound is hot). “Of course.” The fact that Roderich is flushing all the way down his chest now doesn’t help his indignant stare.
Gilbert shrugs his shoulders, pushes himself down on Roderich’s fingers, rubs himself against them moaning shamelessly. “You want this?” he taunts. A flicker of something Gilbert might almost call desperation flashes through Roderich’s eyes. Elizaveta lets him go, and he leans up, crashing his mouth onto Roderich’s forcefully. Roderich moans into their kiss, and he can hear Elizaveta humming behind him and that makes it all the better. “Come on,” Gilbert growls against Roderich’s ear. “Or are you too much of a wuss?”
Roderich shudders, and kisses him, biting Gilbert’s lip lightly. “Turn around.” His voice is a soft, husky murmur.
“You better make it worth my while.” Gilbert is grinning as he does just that, flips over onto his knees. Elizaveta is in front of him now, stroking herself lazily as she watches them with half lidded eyes. Gilbert moans as Roderich pushes into him, and finds her hand, drawing it to his lips. Roderich pauses for a moment, lets Gilbert adjust to his size. “I’m not you, you idiot,” Gilbert hisses between clenched teeth. “Move!” And Roderich does, gasping over his shoulder, pressing kisses and nips along his spine that are really too damn soft, but it’s Roderich, so he doesn’t expect any different.