Bohemian Rhapsody circa 1403 - KCD psls/overflow

[smartass_captain]

Hans Capon and Jim Kirk are cut from the same cloth.

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[smartass_captain]

For a moment the only sound in the bedroom is the flickering of the lamplight and the floorboards creaking under James' weight as he shifts on his knees once more. Contemplating what these two have in store for him. How beautiful yet untouchable Hans appears lounged out on the bed as he is clad still in what of his fine clothes he still wears.

"I...I try to be quiet--" Jim retorts but there's a bit of a guilty flush to his cheeks when he says so. He's not terribly Good at being quiet in bed. Especially not when he's taking Henry for God's sake. But the thrill of being made to be quiet has him squirming eagerly, watching Hans' grin with hungry eyes.

"We won't let you get to loud." Henry promises. He holds out a rough hand for James to take to help the other back up onto undsteady feet. Difficult to miss how unashamedly erect Jim is for their games thusfar and Henry swallows roughly in turn. At Hans' beckon Henry turns at the waist to guide James over toward the bed. He doesn't move from his spot until he has to lest Jim let go of his hand. Only at the last does he fully turn round and make the slow steps over to the side of it. "Aye. Who's got the oil in their pack?"

Jim plants a knee on the side of the bed next to Hans and can't help the way he leans over to offer a soft kiss either to Hans' lips if the other will meet him, or against the blonde's hair if he decides not to.

"On my back or my hands and knees...?" Jim asks, his gaze flicking between the two men.

[capon]

As the other two move, Hans takes in the sight of them together and separately with a greed he doesn't bother hiding, eager with them naked and in full view. His eyes flicker to Henry when he goes to find said oil — I have an extra phial in my things — but then Jim is right beside him and Hans meets his kiss with a smile, welcoming it. Hands ghost along his sides to urge him closer.

"Hands and knees. Here, between mine," he insists, before spreading long legs apart so he'll have room between them. "Though I'm starting to feel like a stuffed chicken in these clothes. God above—"

That's Hans' queue to peel his shirt from his torso at last, tossing the thing carelessly aside and leaning back against the pillows once more with a satisfied smile. There, that's much better. Never mind his hose, he can live with those on a while longer.

Henry gets what he's looking for before approaching the bed, blue eyes scanning them both swiftly. Christ, how has he gotten himself into this situation? He often asks himself this same thing when traveling with this particular pair, though he has no regrets for how things have turned out.

He waits until James has moved about as told and then kneels on the bed behind him. Rough hands find the curve of hips and rub there idly, just for the pleasure of touch. 'Get comfortable, alright?'

[smartass_captain]

"I can--" The offer dies on James' lips (flushed from their use already). There's no need for him to handle Hans. The man strips out of his shirt with a grace that water would be envious of, he's certain. Hans often seems to have no idea how gorgeous he really is when he just lets himself relax. Jim wonders if it's true of all of them, or if he feels that way simply because he's stupid with love for the young lord. "Yes. Of. Of course."

Once Hans has settled, Jim moves where he's bidden. He can't help but to flush holding himself over one of his loves like this while in such a state of need already. His body thrums with eager anticipation. Hand shifting where fingers bury into the bedding to grasp hold of something. It's not until the bed creaks again and a heat settles over Jim's back that he sighs softly. Tips his head back to catch even a tiny glimpse of Henry getting settled.

"H...have a feeling Hans is volunteering to be my pillow before th-this is all done." Jim murmurs with a tiny curl of a grin. As he settles on the bed between his two lovers, Jim lifts his hips up for Henry's benefit and drops his head lower to be in Hans' reach. Undignified; like a bitch in heat. But Jim knows this isn't to shame him. And he trusts the man massaging his hips and thighs as much as he does the one in range to caress his face if he wanted to. He'll be looked after. Taken care of.

"I love you both." Jim says all of a sudden. In truth, he has to. He has to make sure they know how deep his feelings run. It makes Henry's hands freeze where they're working over him. His gaze snaps to Hans at first, then back to James flushing up to the tips of his ears in front of him. He ought to return the gesture in kind, but what comes out of his mouth instead is a soft chuckle and,

"I'd be cross as hell with you if you were doing this and Didn't, Kubik." It earns him a swat on the back of the hand with one of Jim's as he twists, but then the man has to plant himself down again lest he overbalance. "Ass! I was trying to be sweet..."