Bohemian Rhapsody circa 1403 - KCD psls/overflow

[smartass_captain]

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

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[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..."

[capon]

From where he's sitting, Hans has yet another wonderful view, except this time he has Jim in reach. All as planned of course, but it's even better once Henry settles behind him and Hans can spare him a closer look too, and one stretch of his leg means he can prod at Henry's leg with a toe (which he does, just to touch).

The sudden declaration from between them shouldn't make him laugh but it does anyway, not because it's funny necessarily, but the intensity of it in the heat of the moment is endearing. Hans still is not used to it. He still doesn't know how to react sometimes. It fills him up with so much joy he could burst if he focuses on it for too long, but thankfully he has more to distract himself with in this very moment.

"Say it again once we're done with you," he says instead, and cards fingers through Jim's hair to get his attention, a gentle tug to pull his head back up toward him. "Go on, Henry." Because then he's leaning forward to plant another kiss onto James' lips, lingering and proper this time, clearly not giving a damn he'd just had it wrapped around the other man's cock minutes ago.

Henry takes his cue then to press a warmed, wet finger up between Jim's legs, one hand still steady on his hip as he eases it inside of him gradually. Eyes are fixed up his back to where they're kissing instead, the heat in his face and neck a permanent staple, but he's careful with the way he slowly works Jim's body open.