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“Fang’s got plans for you,” Pete had said with a wink when Lu got home, and she’d been so happy to hear it, had accepted the sweet kiss Pete had given her and then practically skipped to the bedroom in hopes of getting to spend an hour or two at Fang’s mercy in the best way possible.
Well, spending the time at Fang’s mercy had been right, at least.
“Tell me something you see that you like,” Fang says now, coaxing and sweet before she kisses Lu’s jaw, rubbing one hand over her inner thigh.
“Well first off, your strap,” Lu starts to say, because it’s the truth and sometimes Fang will give Lucius what she wants for being honest.
“About you, pretty,” is the response she gets, and Lu can’t really bring herself to be surprised, but she also can’t bring herself to give in easily, even as much as she’s starting to want to.
“Well I’m very smart,” Lu says, trying to make herself sound agreeable, sliding a hand down Fang’s arm in hopes she can guide Fang’s hand in towards her cunt.
"Baby, you know that’s now what I mean. C’mon, pretty girl, you can do it for me," Fang croons, hands stroking over Lucius's heaving sides instead as she tries to adjust herself a little bit. "Uh-uh, no trying to get yourself off."
Lucius looks at herself in the mirror, sweaty and trembling and flushed, ponytail half falling out, thighs spread wide and knees hooked on the outside of Fang's, cunt pink and stretched around the black dildo Fang had decided to wear, and can’t do anything but moan weakly.
She’d be a little mad about her partners moving the full body mirror to prop against the dresser across from the foot of the bed, but she knows how heavy it is and it’s getting her hot, the thought of them moving it and putting their muscles on display, so maybe she’ll just make them let her watch them move it back.
"Do I need to get Pete in here?" Fang asks, kind and warm and so unaffected that Lucius almost sobs. "He's so handsome, you'd do it if he asked, wouldn't you Lu?"
Lucius imagines her fiancé on his knees in front of them and lets her head fall back against Fang's shoulders with another moan; she mercifully allows it, wrapping a strong arm around Lucius's hips to hold her down firmly.
"Just one compliment about yourself, honey," Fang murmurs, biting gently at Lucius's shoulder and stroking her free hand over her stomach and up between her breasts. Lu wants to beg her to touch her tits, her pussy, anything. "You promised."
And she had promised, maybe a little under an hour ago now, foolish and cocky and sure that whatever Fang wanted her to say she could, and now she's pretty sure one touch to her clit would be enough to make her come.
"Can I get a color, baby?" Fang’s voice is a little firmer, making sure she has Lucius’s attention. Lu’s so fucking in love with her she feels like she could cry.
That might also be how fucking turned on she is, but Lu thinks that’s a little fair.
“So fucking green,” she gasps out, restlessly stroking Fang’s arm and barely resisting the urge to squirm, to beg for Fang to get her off. Because she is green, she’s so good, she’s almost positive this won’t become too much, but fucking fuck she wants to come.
“Good girl,” Fang croons, hand sliding up Lu’s sternum to carefully cradle her throat, her palm warm and broad, her fingers a little callused in a way that makes Lu clench helplessly around the strap sitting mercilessly still inside her. “You’re good, aren’t you?”
Lu would laugh in another scene, because they both know she barely toes the line of good more often than not. But right now she’s desperate, and she knows what Fang wants, so instead she swallows her pride and croaks out an, “I’m trying,” that feels worth it when she’s immediately rewarded with a warm kiss to her cheek.
“I know, beautiful, I can tell,” is murmured against her skin, and Lu selfishly chases it, tries to nudge into Fang’s mouth for another kiss, so close to trying to turn her head for a real one but knowing she’d go from carefully held to firmly pinned. “But all you need to do to come is stop trying and start doing, hm? You can do that for me.”
Lu clenches around the dildo again and moans a little, tipping her head up to look in the mirror at their reflection. She does it just in time to catch Fang’s smug little smirk and can’t even be mad about the way she’s being played.
It’s no secret to anyone that she likes Fang’s mean and strict side just as much as the sweet side.
She looks so good right now too, the top of her bald head and face a little shiny with sweat under the light, short white hair around the sides mussed where she’d be letting Lu grab it when they were making out and undressing, her crow’s feet and smile lines deeply pronounced. And it’s not fair cause Lu wants to tell her all that.
She’s always liked doing what she wants anyway.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Lucius says, licking her lips and groaning a little when Fang immediately shifts her grip up to hold her jaw, the arm around her hips still strong and secure as Fang starts to turn Lu’s head. “You are, you’re stunning.”
“And you’re not supposed to be telling me sweet things right now,” Fang replies easily, ignoring the way Lu whines and nipping at her shoulder, holding her head in place when Lu finally makes eye contact with herself in the mirror. “Come on, girlie, just say one nice thing about yourself, and I’ll make you come. I know you need to.”
Lu’s still trembling, some of it need and some of it the strain on her muscles at keeping her thighs spread so open, and as she looks down her body she can see how wet she’s gotten the dildo from the way her cunt’s been leaking. She can also immediately see several things she really doesn’t like, and several more she’s not happy about.
She could kill Pete for telling Fang that Lu didn’t actually think she was cute but was just trying to fake it. She could also kiss him for caring enough to.
Fang just wants her to be nicer to herself. Lucius can try.
“I really have nice tits,” Lu says, taking a deep breath and looking back up into her own eyes in the reflection. “I think they’re cute, and I like the color of my nipples, and Fang please, please make me come.”
“Good girl,” Fang keeps the hold around her hips but lets go of her jaw to immediately reach down between Lu’s legs, and as it turns out that while the first touch to her clit isn’t enough to make Lu come, it does make her almost jump out of her skin. “Thank you, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.”
Lu can’t even respond, can only pant and whine and try to not dig her nails into Fang’s arm, distantly sure she might leave bruises from how hard she’s grabbing her but needing to cling in the wave of the suddenly very tangible pleasure building up as Fang’s fingers steadily rub at Lu’s clit, building her towards a quick approaching orgasm. Her fingers leave for the briefest moment and Lucius really does almost cry, but Fang’s just getting a little of the wetness that’s steadily leaking out of Lu to bring back and make everything slick as she starts rubbing her clit again.
“So pretty like this, love to see you all worked up,” Fang is saying, breath hot against Lu’s shoulder where she’s pressing warm kisses. “Do you think you could say one more thing for me, Lu? Just one more nice thing about yourself, I’d love it if you did.”
She doesn’t have to. She’d only promised one compliment, and she did it, and she gets to come no matter what now. She doesn’t have to, especially when it’s hard to think about anything but the way pressure’s starting to build and tighten in her pelvis, the way she’s having a hard time focusing on anything but every place on her body Fang’s touching her.
She drags her eyes up from where she’d been staring in the mirror at Fang’s fingers on her cunt to look at her partner’s expression instead, and the adoration and warmth in that face makes Lucius want to try anyway.
“I, ah, like my hair,” is the first thing she can think of, and it sounds stupid but it’s true. “Mm, the color, and, oh fuck, doesn’t do what I want, oh, half the time, but it’s nice, it’s pretty.”
Fang’s face lights up. Lu will only be a little embarrassed to admit later that that’s specifically what tips her over.
“There’s my love, go on, sweetie, you deserve it,” Fang’s crooning, keeping the pressure and pace so perfectly right as Lu comes, and she has to squeeze her eyes shut just to feel like it’s not too much. “Just give it to me, I’ll take care of you, my pretty girl.”
Lu can hear the noises she’s making, breathy moans and whines, and can’t even bring herself to care about how loud she might be getting. Can’t care about the fucking neighbors hearing when Fang starts biting and sucking her shoulder, leaving a juvenile hickey that Lu will pretend to complain about but obviously adore by looking at it in the mirror every chance she gets.
She can feel her orgasm cresting and fading, her hips trying to twitch under Fang’s arm, and Fang immediately shushes Lu’s gasp, slows to rubbing wide, gentle circles against her clit to bring her down nicely without just stopping all together. Lu drops her head back against Fang’s shoulder with a sigh, smiling up at the ceiling as the arm around her hips finally moves, Fang’s hand sliding back to gently rub her stomach as her hand on Lu’s cunt slides away to rest on one of her thighs.
“You were so good, giving yourself two compliments,” Fang praises warmly, still petting Lucius’s stomach gently in the way that makes her self-conscious pre-orgasm but ridiculously soothed after one, “you want to come again? I think you deserve such a nice reward for that.”
“I thought that orgasm was the reward,” Lu laughs breathlessly, turning her head and managing to catch Fang’s mouth with her own. She’s given a slow, indulgent kiss before Fang pulls back with an expectant look, refusing to get too distracted from an answer. “I’m greedy, you know you never have to ask if I want a reward.”
“I know,” Fang teases playfully, and then looks towards the door while raising her voice a little. “Pete, you can come in now.”
“Wow,” is the first thing Pete says when he opens the door and walks in, and Lu preens for him, the pleasant tiredness she’d started feeling fading at attention from her other favorite person in the world.
“She gave herself two compliments, both about her physical appearance,” Fang says warmly to Pete, and Lu’s heart skips a beat at how wide his smile gets.
She’s starting to realize just how much this actually means to both of them.
“Pete’s going to eat you out now,” Fang tells Lu, and she kind of loves that they clearly decided this way before she’d even agreed to the deal in the first place. “You want to stay on my strap like this?”
“Fuck yeah I do,” Lu answers immediately, because she does, she loves when Fang wants her to sit on any of her cocks. She holds her hands out to Pete so he’ll come over to them faster. He does immediately, taking her hands and kissing both her palms before leaning in to kiss her too.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers against her mouth before leaning back and raising an eyebrow, “you’re not getting too sore, are you babe?” He asks, taking the pillow Fang passes him and dropping it down by his feet between their legs. Lu loves him for caring.
“Nah, not yet, but won’t be able to do this much longer,” she readily admits, cause as hot as it is to feel so exposed and held open, her thighs are starting to feel like she’s done squats all day and her cunt’s starting to feel like she’s been fucked for an hour.
She loves it, loves the soreness of sex, but also does want to be able to walk tomorrow.
“We’ll run you a nice warm bath and give you a massage after,” Fang immediately promises, and Luicus can’t help her smile, stroking one hand over Pete’s head as he gets down on his knees and leaning her temple against Fang’s.
“Well if I’ve got that coming my way, then do your worst,” she teases down at Pete, and then moans when he immediately leans in to lick at her cunt where she’s split open on Fang’s dildo.
“Mm, love watching him do that,” Fang tells her, both hands sliding up Lu’s body to palm her breasts, massaging absently and wordlessly giving Lu permission to move her hips if she wants. “You’re always so hot and slick there, so I get it. I want to put my mouth there too.”
“Fuck,” Lu moans, palming the back of Pete’s head and clutching at one of Fang’s forearms again, needing something to hold on to as Pete drags his tongue up to circle around her clit. She’s come down enough from her first orgasm that she’s not too sensitive, but still sensitive enough that Pete probably won’t have to do too much work to get her to a second one.
He’d absolutely be willing to, but Lu knows she’d have to tap out before then.
She rolls her hips against Pete’s mouth, trying to test her range of motion, and hears a shocked moan burst out of her when she feels one of the ridges on the dildo in her drag against her g-spot.
“That’s why I couldn’t let you move during the first round,” Fang teases, always in tune with Lu’s body. “Couldn’t have you squirting and getting too sensitive for Pete to have his fun with you, too.”
“Evil,” Lu breathes out, rolling her hips a little more shallowly and groaning as Pete shoves his tongue against her clit for her to grind against. “Fuck, handsome, that’s so good.”
Pete hums against her in response, and suddenly there’s fingers gently sliding against the hot skin of her cunt around Fang’s dildo, pressing and rubbing in a way that never fails to make her want to squirm. She gives in to that urge here, whining as the dildo keeps nudging her g-spot.
“He touching your pussy, pretty girl?” Fang asks, nipping at Lu’s shoulder before kissing the side of her throat. She shifts her hands to pinch Lu’s nipples, and Lu can feel the smile pushed against her skin. “One of these days I think he should put his fingers up in you, tucked in snug next to my cock.”
Pete moans and seals his mouth around Lucius’s clit, sucking firmly at it, and she’s helpless to do anything but try to rock into his mouth again. His mouth on her cunt is so good, always so fucking good, and Lu’s gone from being willing to let him make her come to wanting to make it happen now.
“See? He agrees,” Fang croons, pinching her nipples again and tugging a little, just the right kind of pain to add to the pleasure coiling low in her gut. “Wouldn’t that be something? You’d look so pretty, sweetie, so stuffed full of us both.”
“You’re obscene,” Lu manages to gasp out, trying to hold Pete’s head even closer and grinding a little against his tongue as he shoves it against the underside of her clit. “Oh shit, m’so close.”
“Yeah, pretty girl? Gonna come for us?” Fang asks, voice dropping low and husky as Lu moans helplessly and nods frantically. “Gonna my cock all wet? Pete’ll want to lick your mess all up, I bet. I’ll let him.”
Pete moans but doesn’t stop sucking on her exactly right, leaving his tongue in place as Lu keeps squirming a little, not even to make herself squirt but enough she can tell she’s gonna come wet, gonna give herself a long orgasm just from getting to grind on his tongue and Fang’s dick.
“Go on, pretty, let me feel your pussy get tight, huh?” Fang asks, and it’s exactly right to tip her over into her second orgasm.
Lucius almost closes her eyes again when she comes, but at the last second forces herself to keep them open instead, looking at herself in the mirror. She wants to see what Pete and Fang do.
She’s flushed from her hairline down to her chest, splotchy pink and red ending where Fang’s hands are still cupping her tits, tugging gently on her sensitive nipples. Her chest is heaving and so is her stomach, soft and streaked with pink stretch marks.
Pete sucks on her clit firmly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other settling on her stomach, and for a second Lu can see all the beauty that Fang and Pete keep insisting she has. Can understand all the ways they want her.
It doesn’t last, but it’s a nice start.
“Fuck, Pete,” Lu whines as her orgasm starts to fade, and he immediately gentles his mouth, letting her just rock against his tongue, against Fang’s dildo as Fang coos and kisses her neck. “Oh fuck, so good, you two always, make it so good.”
“We love to see you fall apart,” Fang murmurs to her, palming her breasts to hold Lucius back against her, like it’s nothing to take her weight.
“You’re really fucking good at it,” Lucius says breathlessly, shivering and melting against Fang, clumsily palming the skin at the back of Pete’s head to pull him off her clit. “Fuck, oh my god.”
“Whatever you want to call me,” Pete says smugly, pushing a slick kiss to the inside of Lu’s thigh. She rolls her eyes at the ceiling, but her smile doesn’t budge in the slightest.
She hopes to whatever that he never realizes just how much she likes him smug and boasting.
“When you’re ready to move,” Fang starts to say, and Lu hums lazily to let her know that she’s paying attention, “I’m gonna put you on the bed next to me, and then Pete’s gonna suck me off until he can’t taste you anymore. Then we’ll draw you that bath, and get you that massage after, and then I’ll take care of Pete if he wants anything. Sound like a plan?”
“Yes sir,” Lu and Pete say at the same time, Lu lazy with satisfaction and Pete genuinely earnest, and Fang’s chest moving behind her as she laughs is one of Lu’s favorite things in the entire goddamn world.
Lu is soft and open by the time Fang gets her up off her strap, enough that even by the time she’s lounging in bed and watching Fang hold a vibrator to Pete’s cock, she can reach down and slip a couple fingers into herself to rock against.
She is sore the next day, enough that Fang and Pete both keep her in bed late into the morning, bringing her breakfast and cuddling her and massaging her thighs again.
Lu doesn’t tell them to move the mirror yet. There’s still a lot of things in there she doesn’t like, but she can finally see how she can start to love some of the pieces.