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]

Henry's callused hand leaves Jim's thigh a moment to reach down and splay over the back of Hans' foot a moment just to caress what's in reach of him. His smile turns all the more fond. How he ever ended up with a pair of lovers is something Henry can hardly believe happened at all. He's grateful every day for it though. Especially in how the three of them get on. They'll banter, they'll argue, and times like this...?

Go on, Henry.

Henry lets go of Hans and nods. He watches Jim's shoulders ease as he melts into the kiss Hans offers. The pinch of heat below his belly is all the incentive he needs to get to it.

From Jim's end, he's almost bathed in warmth. Hans beneath him. Henry behind him. Sweet hands touching him everywhere. His lashes flutter as his eyes slip half closed while he rocks down to press eagerly into Hans' kiss. Jim's tongue laps gently at the other's mouth begging for entrance only for a soft moan to end up muffled against the lord's mouth the first Henry's fingers begin their dexterous work.

There's no stab of self consciousness now they're actually slotting together. Jim doesn't feel ashamed at all. Whatever it looks like, both his partners like what they see and moreover: they care about him. His heart pounds away in his chest. It's easy enough to lose himself in this care at first. To the way Hans' lips feel working against his own so sweetly. To Henry's careful touch belying his hunger in how he knows just where it feels best. It's the first graze of Hans' teeth and that second finger pushing gently deeper into him that makes Jim moan louder, mufffled by his well occupied mouth.

Once the ante is upped he comes back to the present. Rather than floating and enjoying the care passively Jim starts rocking back into Henry's questing touch. When he comes forward again it's to worship Hans' lips and tongue, toying with whatever he's able to catch on any pass with soft sucks and laps of his tongue. Jim needs--wants. To build that hunger in each of them as much as they work him toward madness in turn.

[capon]

Jim is so receptive that it's difficult not to keep bathing him with attention from both ends. Hans has been aching since he first started telling them what to do, and denying himself this long means he's desperate for touch, returning every kiss with equal parts hunger and devotion. His hands frame Jim's face when the man returns for more, drawing him closer, enough that Henry has to scoot forward to accommodate with his fingers still working between their lover's legs.

One hand eventually wanders down between them to find the heavy length of Jim's arousal, giving it a teasing tug or two, only enough to keep him wanting. A smile breaks out between their kisses and Hans pauses to take a deep breath as he palms at him slowly.

"Look at you, already so eager from getting on your knees." Christ, as if he isn't one to talk. He is so hard in his hose it's obscene. "I'm going to have to truly shut you up once Henry's inside of you, aren't I?"

[smartass_captain]

"....Kurva--" It's cruel damn near for Hans to talk about either of them being eager, Henry feels, when he's been the one toyed with up till now and watching Hans and Jim kiss so passionately down there. Henry's shoulders raise; he gives a tiny shudder as a jolt of need runs through him. His fingers thrust that bit harder. Jim's muffled sound of startled pleasure and clench around Henry's fingers only makes his mouth run drier still.

Fuck, fuck it's so tempting watching these two. Feeling that slick heat beg him for more. Henry groans quietly. "I'd like t...to see that, my lord."

That's Henry's voice that's gone so low and gravelly behind Jim. He squirms back against Henry's fingers, gasping to get a breath from the deep kisses Hans has been giving him. And then Jim bites his own reddened bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatens to fill the room when Hans strokes at his cock so coyly.

"Nnh~ mmnh--!" Oh fuck, oh shit. Jim squirms that bit harder. The air he'd just gasped comes rushing back out of him all at once. "N...not going to last if you t...touch me there too." He's certain they can wring more than one small death out of him from continuing, but if Hans doesn't want him to finish before they've really started Jim has to warn him now.

[capon]

It is very tempting to continue stroking Jim until he spills right there between them but there's also something incredibly enticing about making him wait until Henry is properly inside of him, and maybe Hans too. He knows how much his lover can and cannot take, and if Jim was truly begging for release, Hans would give it to him.

For now though, he's content to stop with one last squeeze, leaning back against the pillows again as his hand instead wanders to the laces of his own hose.

"Not before you've taken Henry, or else you'll be too sensitive," he points out knowingly. Eyes lift from Jim to his faithful companion at the foot of the bed then, his gaze grazing across what he can see of his front. "Don't be too careful, Henry. We both know how much he can handle."

One lace is tugged loose and then the other, the fabric slacking enough for Hans to fold some of it down and finally free his trapped arousal. Christ, he is so hard he could cut through stone with one blow of his cock, he's certain.

I've got a fever (thanks vaccines) and the only prescription is Nyquil and the Boys

[smartass_captain]

"He's never gonna relax enough to let me if you keep playing with him--" Henry hisses out, scissoring his fingers to ease Jim looser even while the man is fluttering tighter around him for the touches. "Steady on, Kubik..."

"I-I'm trying..." Jim whines as Hans squeezes him at the base before pulling away. He gulps down air, wriggling between Henry and Hans with soft panting cries as Henry urges him to relax. He's rocking back onto Henry's fingers, impatient with himself especially as Hans' fingers drop to the laces of his hose. "Holy Mary, mother of god--"

"Christ you're perfect..." Henry groans in agreement to catch even a glimpse of Hans' bared length in the open air. "The pair of you will be the death of me...!" Henry pulls his fingers free at the last and wipes them on Jim's thigh carelessly so he won't slip as he grips tight to Jim's hip. Lines himself up.

The first his tip brushes against Jim's entrance he flushes a brilliant scarlet and peers up at Hans. His blue eyes pleading. Jim buries his face into Hans' hip to stifle his loud groan as Henry begins to breach him. Uncaring if Hans' cock brushes or leaks against his cheek while he does so. Inch by inch Henry sinks in, and Jim cries out in feverish lust. Muffled into Hans' skin. And then, Jim nips at his lord's hip just to leave the imprint of his teeth on the other. Trying to claw back some semblance of control when Henry finally bottoms out and James is left panting to get enough air to breathe.

He doesn't scarcely dare to move for a moment. Just holds himself between the two men, quivering as his body adjusts. Just barely holding back from making more lewd noises. Behind him Henry has his head thrown back, the chords in his neck sticking out as he gasps up toward the ceiling for the tight heat he's buried into. He wants to move so fucking badly but even if he tried he has to wait for Jim to relax a little to get anywhere.

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[capon]

Hans' ego will never deflate at this rate, for he has barely touched them at all and they're at his beck and call with compliments like two good men, completely his own — his, his, his. He would gladly sit right here and watch Henry fuck James into his lap all night, but the greedier part of him is eager for touch and attention despite all the rest, surprised by his own patience when they are together like this.

It's a necessary thing once Henry finally pushes into him, he knows very well, and thus does not complain over slowness or pausing as eyes hungrily take in the sight they both make. Fingers curl into James' hair where he's buried his face into Hans' hip, encouraging with their petting, his gaze raking along the slope of his back up to where Henry's hands have gripped him, then up and up that strong chest to the strain in Henry's neck. Hans' cock aches in sympathy and need alike, and he's just about to move when teeth press into his skin unexpectedly, eliciting a jump. Hans sucks in a sharp breath through teeth and his fingers clench harder into Jim's hair, biting back a soft moan of his own.

"Henry, relax and stay still," he commands without hesitation, despite knowing how badly he must need to move, and how loud Jim needs to cry out, but those panting breaths painting his hip are quick and struggling, and Hans knows what that means too. From there, his foot still pressed to Henry's leg slides higher, and he finally touches himself with slow and easy strokes. The relief draws his head back against the bed frame, sighing heavily.

"Kubik," he insists then, fingers petting until they grip with a tender tug for his attention, even as Hans continues stroking his hardness slowly. "You can be as loud as you like as long as your mouth is full and you keep those teeth to yourself. Can you handle us both at once?"