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ami-v-dragnire · 2 years

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“Get Ready With Me” my comic for the @itsstylishzine! A zine dedicated to Aziraphale's fashion. I love their fashion so much and it's a SHAME you don't get to see all the layers. The song Aziraphale gets dressed to is "Everyday" by Buddy Holly, the almost-theme/opening

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[ID: An illustrated comic of Aziraphale getting dressed for the day. The first panel begins the montage with the angel wing mug full of hot coco and Crowley’s sunglasses on a table surround by books. Aziraphale is singing along to Buddy Holly’s, Every day. “Every day, it’s a-getting closer” plays as Aziraphale buttons up their pale blue dress shirt covering the tattoos on their arms, neck, and chest. “Going faster than a roller-coaster” frames close up shots of them linking their cuff links and putting a heart shaped earring on. “Love like yours will surely come my way” follows a frame of them locking their sock braces and buttoning embroidered suspenders/braces. The socks are tartan-patterned and they have visible leg hair. The embroidery features a snake, flaming sword and red flowers. The page ends with the lyrics “A-hey, a-hey-hey.”

The second page begins with a two panelled shot of Aziraphale tying their tartan-patterned bow-tie and then adjusting it while singing “Every day seems a little longer”. This is followed by a frame of buttoning up their waistcoat to the lyrics “Every way, love’s a little stronger.” The waistcoat is worn around the button, lower lapel, and bottom edge areas. The next frame has them pulled down the waistcoat in adjustment. There is double-albert chain and fob attached to the front. “Come what may” plays as they are now wearing their coat and is pulling it down. The song continues “Do you ever long for true love from me”.

The montage ends with a full body shot of Aziraphale fully dressed. They are mid motion of swaying to the music and turning around. Their neck tattoos are visible over the top of their collar. The lining of the jacket is a light jade eye and wing pattern. They stand with a mirror behind them illuminated by a halo with swords.There is a panel of a close up of a gramophone playing the song. The song continues “Every day, it’s a-getting closer, going faster than a roller-coaster, love like yours will surely come my way”. The next panel shows Aziraphale checking their pocket watch whilst directly singing “A-hey, a-hey-hey”. They continue to sing “Love like yours will surely come my way” but get interpreted half way by a car honk. Aziraphale then says “Oh! On the way down!” whilst moving out of frame. They are smiling.

The final page starts with Crowley outside, leaning against the Bentley. They are humming whilst playing on their phone. Their hair is shoulder length and in a half bun. Some of it spills over their face. Aziraphale greets them with “Hello, my dear” which causes them to look up in the second panel and lower their phone. The last panel fills the lower half of the page. Aziraphale is striding in from the left, hand outstretched. Their coat flows behind them exposing the lining. Crowley is leaning up against the car. Aziraphale and Crowley’s hands are gently grasping each other’s. Crowley says “Looking good, angel.” The comic ends. End ID]

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens comic #ineffable partners #ineffable wives #Ineffable Husbands #Aziraphale #crowley #good omens zine #aziracrow #its stylish zine #av art #ami v art

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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Worrywart

Notes: Okay not all of my prompt replies are going to be ANYWHERE near this long probably BUT this has been sitting in my drafts for a while AND will technically contain the ask from this anon for kiss prompts:

I hope you enjoy, nonnie

Warnings: Fluff! Domestic Bond and Pup from the Old Dog ‘Verse

Summary: Regardless of having his own place, Bond hardly ever occupies it. His mail (the little bit that he gets) is directed to your flat. He has no clothing at his flat; M's bulldog token to him now sits on your mantle, beneath the television, beside the framed picture of Holly and Bernard in their Christmas costumes.

"Are we getting up?"

"...Not yet," Comes James grumbling answer. It's mumbled against the nape of your neck as his arm tightens around your middle.

"We'll have to at some point," You glance back, "Holly and Bernard need to be walked."

"They're still asleep."

"How do you know that?"

"They'd be scratching at the door if they weren't. They're as impatient as you are."

"Really?" You smile, "I think they take after their father in that respect." You squirm as James pokes your middle.

"It's too early to bicker, Pup."

"I don't think it's ever too early for that."

James hushes you, snuggling closer.

"I've just gotten back, love. I'm not in the mood."

Your teasing goes soft with the endearment. You hesitate before you shift, rolling over to face him. Once he realizes that you're not rushing to get up, James loosens his grip just enough to allow you to adjust. He smooths his hand up under your shirt as you settle back down. His eyes are still closed; his blonde head is dimly haloed by the sunlight pushing in through the curtains behind him. You raise a hand to cup his roughening cheek, careful to avoid touching the small cut on his cheekbone.

"...You didn't tell me how it went," You murmur.

"It's not important.”

"It is to me."

"...It was fine."

"James."

“Don’t be such a worrywart.”

He turns his head, brushing his lips along your palm. You push a soft sigh out through your nose, closing your eyes. The two of you lay there in the early morning quiet, settling back into sleepiness for a little while. When you hear the scratching at the door, you lift your head, glancing back toward it. You grin as James groans, turning his head and pressing his face into the pillow.

"I've got them,"You offer.

"Hang on,"James uses his grip on you to tug you closer. His eyes are still closed, and you smile as his lips blindly seek out yours. He brushes a kiss to your chin, your cheek.

"You've almost got it—you've almost—" You giggle, grinning when his lips finally smooth over yours. You curl your fingers under his jaw, kissing James warmly. The touches linger, lips slipping tenderly along one another's—until you hear Holly whine.

"Okay," You murmur, drawing back from James, "I can't hear that, it breaks my heart."

"You're such a soft-touch these days," James sighs, flopping back in bed. You reach down, tweaking his nose before you stand, heading for the dresser. You get changed into joggers and a comfy sweater before you sit on the edge of the bed to pull on socks. You have to fight the urge to giggle as James' foot nudges along your thigh.

"Having fun back there?"You ask.

"Get back quickly."

"So bossy. We'll see what the babies want to do."

"Must I bat my eyelashes and say please?"

You roll your eyes, turning to look at James, and grinning when you find him gazing at you sleepily.

"I'll put the coffee on before I go out," You reach down, patting his calf before standing.

When the puppies (they're not really puppies anymore, but they'll always be puppies to you) charge back into the apartment, you hear the scratching and scrambling of paws charging for the kitchen.

"You're lucky it wasn't raining out," You call out as you shrug out of your coat.

"Oh?"

"Mm. I'd've had to wipe down their paws. I'd be making you mop up the floor right now."

"I checked before I put their food out."

"Good boy, old dog," You tease as you stroll into the kitchen. James shakes his head a little bit, a smile adorning his lips as you lean in for a gentle peck. James' arm snakes around your middle, tugging you closer before you can pull away. He groans softly as the kiss grows deeper, his tongue slipping between your lips. You loop your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing them into his skin before drawing away. You smile, sliding a hand up into his sleep-mussed hair.

"Love that you've neglected a shirt this morning," You tease.

"The apartment's warm enough."

"Mm. Giving the neighbors an eyeful."

James chuckles, nudging your nose with his.

"Don’t be jealous. Coffee?"

"Please."

James lets go of you just long enough to push a mug closer to you on the counter.

"You're a saint," You mutter, stepping back.

"Innumerable sources would disagree with you," James comments, heading for the fridge. You push yourself back to sit on the counter, glancing over to where Holly and Bernard are chowing down.

"I'm surprised you're up," You admit.

"Of course I'm up. I was told there would be coffee."

You smile, watching James putter around the kitchen. He still has his own flat, but it’s simply to keep up appearances at HQ. It's all for show; Mallory is more than aware of your entanglement with the double oh these days. He hasn't acknowledged it openly, but in your time working as a handler, you've come to recognize his displeasure or disapproval with a look. You'd had one such a look when you'd returned from your brief excursion helping Breanna. Of course, that disapproval may've been related to your undertaking a non MI6-related mission and potentially endangering a relationship with a foreign government by acting alone...Or it would've be interpreted as such, if Mallory's eyes hadn't darted from the back of Bond's head, then to you, narrowing slightly in the process.

Regardless of having his own place, Bond hardly ever occupies it. His mail (the little bit that he gets) is directed to your flat. All of his clothing is in your dresser and closet; M's bulldog token to him now sits on your mantle, beneath the television, beside the framed picture of Holly and Bernard in their Christmas costumes.

"How hungry are you?" He asks.

"Slightly...Don't forget, we're going to Eve’s tonight for dinner."

Bond grunts, and you can't help but grin in turn.

"C'mon, you love it, really," You tease, "It's good for you to socialize, old dog."

James shoots you a sidelong glance as he rifles through the fridge before he turns back, taking out the eggs, bread, milk, and setting them on the counter.

"What are you making, then?" You press.

"French toast."

"You're too good to me."

“There you are—Christ, hurry in,” Eve insists. “You look half-drowned.”

“I couldn’t get away from the office,” You sigh, “And then once I did, I couldn’t get an uber. They kept cancelling.” You shrug out of your coat, glancing down at your damp top. Maybe Moneypenny has one that you could borrow.

“About time,” Bond drawls from down the hall. You cast him an irritate glance, grumbling, “Don’t you start.”

His amused smile drops away as he gets a proper look at you, and he straightened up, sliding past Eve. You watch as he pulls his jumper off, his undershirt untucking slightly and revealing a thin strip of his belly.

“Bond,” You sigh softly as he steps closer, gesturing for you to remove your damp top. You glance toward an amused Eve, her grin wide as James shields your body with his. You hurriedly remove your shirt, hanging it up beside your coat before you let Bond pull the warm jumper down over your head. You catch on the scent of his cologne as he does, reveling in the warmth of him as you push your arms through the sleeves.

“You’re such a worrywart.”

“I should’ve brought you a spare,” Bond grumbles to himself as he draws the thick fabric down over your sides.

“You couldn’t have known I’d need one.” You gaze him with a warm, chastising smile before you reach up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.”

James leans in, giving you a warm, gentle kiss before drawing away, his warm nose nudging your chilled one.

“My god, Bond,” Moneypenny sighs, leading the way into her living room. “Who knew you were such a romantic?”

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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hello miss witch, i have a question for you if you don't mind c:

i've read about that sweet ask left by the snowflake anon and then the compliments (?) from another anon about that work with scara ending up late because of morning kisses and cuddles

this actually had me wondering how would the anemo boys react to a sudden sneak attack consisting in kisses all over their faces, no spot/inch left untouched

if you need an example, this one: aether is minding his own business, maybe sketching a new tattoo idea, or drawing for fun, or doing whatever maybe while sitting, and his sweet lil partner comes behind him, engulfing him in a warm hug before leaving numerous (very numerous, almost too many one could say) kisses and smooches all over his face, so many that no inch is left untouched: cheeks, cheekbones, eyes, forehead, temples, nose, lips as the final touch, before stopping satisfied and go back to whatever this partner was doing before this sudden love shower, their lover boy probably short circuited by this

no need to answer at all or for all the boys if you don't feel like it, it was just a curiosity that came to mind c:

have a nice day, miss witch

hi there, i never mind asks about the modern au, i just might not answer requests for drabbles immediately bc i need to be in the right mood to write more than a few paragraphs for a specific scenario :>

i won’t write for all of them bc i have a lot of requests for the modern au (and that’s considering i don’t actually take requests) but modern! aether needs more love <3

warning: a little suggestive at the end (or you could just get your mind out of the gutter hshsh)

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Aether’s sketchbook lay discarded on the coffee table, having to make room for you to scoot into the place it previously occupied. With his hands now free to hold you, you could easily rest your head on your boyfriend’s slowly rising and falling chest.

Catching up on a show you were watching together, your hands were tangled in the ends of Aether’s long hair, the blond strands soft but still showing some of the colour that had washed out over time.

When the show hit a bit of a sag in tension and nothing really happened to move the plot further, your gaze landed on the empty mugs in front of you and you untangled your legs from Aether’s to push yourself up.

But your decision to grab new drinks was delayed as you glanced down at your boyfriend underneath you, looking ethereal with his golden hair splayed around him like a molten halo, his bright eyes focusing on you at your movement.

“Hm, what are you-“

His breath hitched as you leant down to plant a soft kiss against his temple, his skin warm and smooth against your lips. Not able to resist, you trailed more kisses over his temple, all over his cheeks dimpling with his smile, his melodic giggles floating through your living room until you reached the corner of his mouth.

You attacked his nose next, simultaneously pushing the loose strands of his hair behind his ear with the hand not used to support yourself, just so you could flutter a swarm of butterfly kisses over his pierced ears.

The skin underneath the pad of your thumb grew steadily hotter as you caressed the arch of his cheekbone, your lips busy mapping out the path from behind his ears, over his jaw and down his throat.

By now his heart beat was thumping faster against your chest than before and you know Aether was trying to control his breathing, only to be betrayed by his own shaky exhale. He swallowed hard as you lingered over the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, before continuing south as far as the collar of his shirt would let you.

As you sat up on your knees between his legs, you studied your boyfriend’s flushed face, seeing how his brain tried to catch up to what happened just now, his fingers twitching without his arms complying to bring them any closer to you.

“I’m getting up to get new drinks, of course,” you cheekily answered his previous question, moving to unfold your legs from underneath yourself and slinging them over the edge of the couch.

Aether mumbled something under his breath as you stood up and you urged him to repeat himself, louder this time. There was more clarity in his eyes when you looked back at him, subconsciously licking his lips.

“I said, didn’t you forget somewhere?” The question was airy in the delicate atmosphere, as if any more force could shatter the bubble you found yourself in, where only him and you existed.

Pretending to contemplate for a moment, you agreed with a grin but didn’t bend down over his mouth. Instead you quickly lifted the hem of his shirt and your lips made contact with the cool metal of his belly button piercing, giving it more attention than the others before. With your hand splayed on his warm stomach, you could feel the sharp intake of air under your colder fingertips and you followed his skin relentlessly before letting up with a smirk.

Satisfied with the state you left your boyfriend in, you turned towards the kitchen to actually fetch new drinks but the action left Aether outside your field of vision.

So, when his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a surprised gasp left your lips and you were quickly spun back towards your couch and flipped over to have your back meet the couch cushions.

Perhaps with your boyfriend now hovering over you and his blond hair tickling the side of your face, it was a good moment to remember how unassumingly agile he was.

There was a competitive sparkle in his eyes as a grin playfully curled around his lips and you closed your eyes when he leant down to mirror your actions. But instead of starting from your temple like you did, the featherlight touch of his soft lips against your earlobe sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered to you.

“It’s my turn now, beautiful.”

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the-way-of-words · 5 months

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Get Together On A Digital Screen

Nicholas Ruffilo x Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc), mentions of Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Holly(ofc) Content warnings: phone sex, use of sex toys, hand jobs, oral sex (male receiving), over stimulation Contains sexual situations with and between fictionalized versions of real people. All this is fiction. Still not your thing? Hit the back button. For @alittleblackmagic, thanks for putting the phone sex brain rot in my head. Enjoy. tag team: @throwingmetothelions, @signs-of-ill-portent, @deathblacksmoke, @ladyveronikawrites, @cncohshit, @jxstthisonce, @kingdomof-omens

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Nick’s fucking tired.

Three weeks into a ten-week run, and he’s already craving his bed, his cats, and most of all his girl. Their girl. He’s been hunting for Noah for the past ten minutes, hoping to pull him into his bunk for an uninterrupted nap in an empty bus, because if he can't have time with Holly, at least he can have time with Noah.

As soon as he enters the green room, however, Nick immediately understands why he hasn't been able to find him. The man in question is reclined on the sole couch in the room, phone in hand as he talks to somebody on FaceTime. A very specific somebody, upon closer inspection, the same person Nick has been missing ever since he said goodbye to her at the airport a month ago.

From this distance, he can just make out her features, but there's no doubt in his mind who it is.

Holly.

Noah's wearing his earbuds, but judging by the low, dark tone of his voice and the way he presses a palm to the bulge in his sweatpants, the call is anything but innocent. Nick shuts the door softly, checking his watch to make sure they have time before turning the lock. The other man is so preoccupied with the woman on his screen, that he doesn't even notice Nick until he's pulling one of the white buds free from his ear and popping it into his own.

Startled, Noah lurches into a sitting position, head whipping around, “What the fuck--”

The words die on his lips as soon as he realizes who caught him unawares, cheeks turning pink as he takes in Nick standing in front of him. Nick can't help himself, he smirks, raising his hand to wiggle his fingers in greeting, cutting his eyes to Noah's phone where Holly's flushed face looks back at him.

A very interesting call indeed

Because that's not the only thing he sees, either. No, behind the small thumbnail of the video call, there's another app running in the background; one he's very familiar with, seeing as he has the same one, connected to the same vibrator Noah's is. It was something they bought on a whim at a sex shop in the middle of god knows where… but it helps keep things interesting when they're on the road. A way to play with their girl when the distance gets too much.

Jealousy slips through him, but it's gone just as quickly. He can't blame Noah for sneaking in a little one-on-one time, not when he'd do the same thing in a heartbeat. But now that he's here…

“I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

Holly’s breathless voice sounds in his ear, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Unless you’re here to stop Noah from finishing what he started, then no… Hi honey.”

“Hey Holls.”

Nick can’t stop the same soft look from growing on his face, even as he feels his cock begin to harden at the sight in front of him. Her lips are a bitten red, her wavy hair a dark halo against the pillow, messy as if she’s tangled her own hands through it more than once. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this, but it seems to have been a while, and he wants nothing more than to see what happens next.

But it’s not just her he needs the okay from.

“What about you, huh?” He asks, meeting Noah’s gaze as the other man turns to look at him.

Noah smiles and tips his head to the phone in his hand. “You wanna watch?”

Oh, Nick wants to do more than just watch, but sure, he’ll start with that.

“Of course.” He makes himself comfortable in the vacant space behind Noah, pressing his chest to the man’s back as he hooks his chin over his shoulder. Their boyfriend makes a surprised noise when Nick’s arms snake around his sides to sneak into his waistband, head turning back towards him. Nick tsks.

“No… you keep playing.” One of his hands slips out of Noah’s pants so he can press a finger on the button on the screen to get the vibrator going again. He smiles when Holly gasps, a breathless motherfucker in his ear while her figure in the window contorts as her back bows upwards.

“I’m going to do some playing of my own.”

She must have been close to her orgasm, he thinks, when he actually pays attention to the setting of the vibrator. It’s high, and she’s probably cursing both of them in her head even as she writhes on the screen. But that’s not exactly his problem. If Noah wanted more privacy, he should have picked somewhere else than their unlocked green room.

Speaking of… Nick pulls Noah’s cock out of the hole in the front of his boxer briefs, running his thumb along the weeping tip before bringing it up to his mouth. He grunts when Noah’s saltiness hits his tongue, and he’s delighted when he notices the way Holly stares at the action, mouth parted. He’s sure it must be a special kind of torture to watch, but not participate. But then Noah's hips shift, bucking up against his hand, tearing his attention away from their girl as a whine works its way out of his throat.

A fond, amused smile graces his face when he pulls his thumb free. “Hey, slow down. I'll get you there,” he chastises, petting his hand on Noah's thigh. “But I think you’re supposed to be getting her there too.”

As if on cue, Holly's voice comes through.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries, “Nick—Noah—I need… please.”

Nick purrs, feeling his insides heat at her breathless timbre. “Do you hear how she's begging? You know she doesn't do that easily… Why don't you keep your focus on her and let me do my thing?”

His mind churns at the thought of how this would go if Holly were here. He thinks he’d have her wet Noah with her mouth, or even spit in his hand before he wrapped it around the other man’s length, but his own will have to do.

“Sh-shit,” he stutters when Nick's saliva hits his hand, and a desperate, needy noise works its way out of his mouth as it encircles his cock. Noah takes a deep breath, clearing his throat before he pants, “What do you need?”

“I…it’s—it's not enough… I'm so close.”

Nick doesn’t know how the man can hold the phone so steady, given the way his thumb trembles when he starts to jerk him off, but Noah still manages to press the other button in the app.

Holly shrieks as the other part of the toy comes to life, stimulating her clit and causing her to fall over the edge.

He stares at her face, watching how her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open as she quivers through her climax. God, what he wouldn’t give to be there with her; to press his lips to hers and swallow the whines and mewls that try to escape, to press his hand to her belly and feel the way her hips roll as she rides it out… Fuck, he wants to see.

“Show me, Holly. Show us.”

All he hears in return is a strangled moan and bitten-off curse words as she tries to recover.

“Fucking—fuck—I need one of you to turn it off if… if I’m supposed to do anything except--” she moans again, words lost as another shock of pleasure rolls through her.

Noah takes it easy on her, scrambling to turn both parts of the toy off as he rolls his hips into Nick's hand when he swipes his thumb roughly across his cock head.

The camera view tilts, the picture blurring with movement until all they can see is her pussy, and his mouth waters at the sight of the toy tucked snugly into her dusky, dark pink folds. They glisten in the low light and he wants nothing more than to lick it up. Maybe he’d have Noah do it, have him lick up the mess he made of her before kissing her taste from their boyfriend’s lips.

He can see her still twitching and all he wants is to make her cum again. He knows she can. Nick shifts on his knees, his own cock hard as a rock and aching for relief, twitching in his pants at all the thoughts running through his head and he works Noah faster.

“I think you should turn it on again,” he murmurs into Noah’s ear. “Who knows when we’ll have another opportunity to do this? It’s only fair if we please her as much as possible, don’t you think?”

He hears Holly’s breath stutter, and she tries to plead. “Noah…”

When Noah makes no move to do as he suggested, Nick brings his hand to a stop, smiling when he hears a frustrated noise from the other man. It’s fun, this dynamic they have with each other, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it. Because while Noah is the one who likes to get rough, they all know he's the one who can be the firmer out of the bunch, and Nick knows all he has to do is wait Noah out, and he’ll give him what he wants.

“You know you wouldn’t stop if we were with her, if you had her under you, face buried in her pussy.” He prods gently, nipping at the sensitive skin of Noah’s throat before continuing, “You know you want to.”

Noah’s head hangs forward as he chuckles, nodding as he grabs Nick’s hand to place it back on his cock, and he at least has the decency to look apologetic when he locks eyes with Holly on the screen, “Sorry babe.”

“Sonofa--”

He buries his smile in Noah’s neck at the way Holly’s curse dies on her tongue when the vibe comes back to life, rewarding Noah with the long, swift strokes Nick knows he likes. It doesn’t take long for the other man to cum; for his quiet moans to increase in pitch until Noah’s biting his lip, spilling his release all over Nick's fingers and his pants just as Holly reaches her crescendo.

His cum soaked fingers brush against Noah’s lips, and he opens for them without question, moaning at his own taste as he licks and sucks them clean. Nick grits his teeth, grunting at the feel of Noah’s tongue, and the sound of Holly’s whimpers in his ear, and he wonders if he has time to get himself off too.

He’ll need it if he has any hope of making it through the set without tripping over his chords.

It’s almost as if Noah can hear his thoughts because soon enough, he’s pulling Nick’s fingers from his mouth, and tucking himself back into his shorts before he gets to his knees. Long fingers tap at Nick’s hand until he gets the memo, moving it aside so Noah can work his jeans open.

“You sure we have the time?” He asks, even as he lifts his hips, helping Noah pull his pants and underwear down.

Noah shrugs, breath hot on Nick’s cock. “No idea… guess that means we better be quick, though.” He places his phone in Nick’s hand. “But she should get to watch.”

Nick fumbles with the device, trying not to drop it as Noah swallows him down, taking him almost to the root.

So that’s how it’s gonna be this time.

Holly’s still whimpering, muttering under her breath by the time he gets a hold of himself. He sees nothing but her ceiling in the call window and he knows exactly what she’s trying to do.

“L-leave it in.” His voice catches in his throat as Noah’s tongue dances along his shaft, weaving spit-soaked fingers through soft brown hair. His eyes roll skyward as Noah takes him deeper, and when he blinks them open to find the view hasn’t changed, he says again, “Holly. Leave it in.”

There’s wetness gathering in the corners of her eyes when her face comes back into view, and he longs to kiss it away, to rest his forehead against hers as he tells her she can take it. But all he has are words right now, and those are becoming increasingly hard as he tries to resist the urge to give in to the wet warmth of Noah’s mouth.

“C'mon, Holls… one more. That's all I'm asking for.” Nick pants, his fingers flexing in Noah's hair when she makes a desperate noise, “C’mon baby, I know you can.”

“I--”

“Does this help?” He taps the button with his thumb, increasing the stimulation on her clit by just that much more.

Pleasure licks his insides at her sharp intake of breath and he knows.

“That's it, babe,” he grunts, thrusting up into the give of Noah's mouth, relishing the way their boy’s throat feels as it glances across his tip. “Now all you gotta do is sit back and watch… watch and cum for me just like I know you can”

As much as he mourns being able to watch her face as she falls apart for them one last time, the noise she makes at the sight of Noah’s head bobbing up and down in his lap soothes the ache.

“Fuuuuck,” she keens, high pitched and breathless, and he’s already making plans for a repeat of this, the next time they have her in the flesh. They're going to tease her and bring her off over and over while she watches the two of them together. Maybe they’ll bring Jolly in too, let him pull the orgasms from her as he keeps her face steady and on them--

Any thoughts and plans for a future encounter all but cease as his orgasm barrels into him and he cums down Noah’s throat, dropping the phone to the cushion as he clenches his teeth, desperate to hold back the moan that so desperately wants to break free. Holly’s strangled moans cut through the ringing in his ears before they come to an abrupt end as she finds her release right along with him. It drives him on, hips jerking up roughly into the wet mouth around him, trying to prolong the ecstasy coursing through him until he’s collapsing against the cushioned arm of the couch behind him.

Noah looks utterly wrecked when he rises from his knees, tucking Nick back into his underwear before he straddles his lap. The kiss Noah pulls him into is sloppy, salty, yet Nick can’t find it in himself to care; just lets the man lick into his mouth with a contented sigh, accepting everything he offers.

A fist bangs on the door just as they part, Jolly’s voice following seconds later. “If you guys are done terrorizing your girlfriend, I’d like to come and set my stuff inside.”

Shit.

They scramble to right themselves, Nick pulling up his pants and searching for Noah’s phone while the other man digs through his backpack for an extra pair of pants.

“Anyone else with you?” Noah calls out as he switches his cum stained sweats for clean ones.

“Do you think it would be this calm if it wasn’t just me?”

Noah laughs, opening the door for their friend, “How’d you know what we were up to?”

Jolly holds up his phone, amused. “Oh, our favorite girl sent me a very colorful message… something about destroying a certain toy you two seem to favor a lot lately.”

Now that the more explicit parts of the conversation are over, Nick disconnects the earbuds from Noah’s phone before turning his attention to their girl on the screen. “You told on us? Really?”

“What? You guys got to soak up the afterglow together… I was lonely.” She says with a shrug, and even though she teases, he knows it's hard, staying behind by herself while the three of them still get to be together on the road.

“I miss you, you know.”

Her playful smile switches to something more sincere. “I know, and I miss you too. ALL of you – and hey, it's only another week until the hometown show… we’ll get to see each other then.”

“And I can’t wait.” He replies.

“I can’t either, you know.” Noah pops up behind him, “Just in case you forgot who originally called you.”

Her laugh tinkles from the speaker, eyes rolling, “As if I could forget that. But as much as I'm enjoying this moment, I’m pretty sure you still have a show to get ready for. Should be a good one now that you’re all nice and relaxed.”

Jolly’s arms cross over his chest, and he pouts. “Well, I’m not. I seem to have missed the relaxation time.”

Holly’s face winks from the screen. “Call me later, handsome and we’ll fix that.”

~fin~

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