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[in case you, oh, still had any doubts, there is nothing chaste in how he is kissing Aerta right now]

[ is this really something he has to think about right now

what is he even supposed to think about something like his current lover and his older yandere last-stuck-in-a-rock lover who are siblings together as in together and right here and

..

screw this he is putting his hand up Aeron's shirt!!!! SCREW THIS ]

[ that's not a particularly chaste noise she's making into his mouth either. Slowly, caaaaarefully her fingertips slide from his face into his hair. They almost shake from the effort of holding back her want ]

[Spider gasps into her mouth and he shivers so hard his whole body wiggles and he laughs, cupping Aerta's face, petting her hair, kissing helplessly]

Ah-- s-so much, hahah, you're -- you're both so warm--

[ gasps, turning her head, trying to kiss along his jaw. Her hands settle beneath his ears, stroking small circles like she used to ]

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[ ...warm? It's Spider that's cold. Chrys lifts his head, just enough for his hands to ruck up Spider's shirt, run fingers over familiar contours; ribs, here, prominent as ever; down to softer (soft at all, what a wonder) waist and belly, and up again, fanning out, trailing over everything within reach, just barely brushing the ridges where skin meets rooted vine. Kisses laid over the curve of backbone, feather-light and dry.

...he pauses at Aerta's murmur, though, a twinge of uncertainty hitting again. Out of place. Something like this, between two people, and yet being a third... ]

[Spider lets Aerta break the kiss in favor of his jaw, murmuring unintelligibly at the memories, their touch. And there is very real terror thrilling through him at her hands, at Chrys' hands, while he can't see them - terror at being held, at being free, and he can't stand it. He's going to adapt to it once more, leash that terror and have it thrill him instead--]

Erastis-- erastis, sister, I need -- ah-- don't let me go, I, I'll disappear again without you pushing me down--!

[ and she can feel it, even if she can't put the words to it. Something wrong, something come loose in him. Something she should have care of. But after the long, empty months and the weeks of struggling with the hungry thing inside her she can't hold down the force of her own need. A hand moves to the back of his neck, shaking in earnest now. ]

Don't! Don't even say it. Don't leave me. Never again. Never. I'll keep you, we'll keep you. Tell me how to keep you.

[ whereas Chrys knows something of the wrong all too well, and when was the last time he'd held it so? There's a clenching in his own chest as fingertips metal and flesh dig into Aeron's skin, just short of painful, and Chrys's forehead is a solid weight against Aeron's back again, voice low, steady ]

--I'm here. I'm here, we are here, Spider. Aeron. Peace...

[he breathes deep... he settles, the pressure of them nothing like the pressure he felt in stone. He whimpers in the back of his throat.]

Calling me Aeron when I haven't been him in ages...

[... bites his lip...]

If I have you both, if I have you I can handle this madness. Three actors with their roles all played out and here we are again for an encore...

[his hands slide and coil over Aerta - there is the potential for deadliness all over his vines, retracted, reduced to a rougher touch, bumpy textures. There are thin lines of mouths, shut.]

You mustn't stop, you mustn't go easy on me, either of you... if I'm coddled I'll only splinter and splinter.

All played out? H-hahaha . . . [ She can feel it in his touch- instincts in the back of her head whisper danger- but she can't really bring herself to care, spreading out and uncurling into his touch

MAN ALSO SHE FORGOT HOW NOISY HE IS maybe it's time to kiss the mouth again to deal with that ]

[ muttered: ] ...can't have that.

[ but before she does that can he effect a little adjustment in their positions instead. Chrys pulls his arms from Aeron's chest only to grab him by the shoulders instead, pushing him down to the bed on his side, beside Aerta, shifting knees and limbs around a little awkwardly till he can flop behind Aeron. And Chrys slides his good arm around Aeron again, putting his face to the crook of neck and shoulder and taking folds of skin between his teeth ]

I didn't mean it like that, I didn't, we'll give them such an encore, one incredibleah-- ah--mm- -- mmmm--

[He kisses back weakly and curves effortlessly to Gold's hands, going where he's guided. His limbs split and slide between Aerta and Chrys' thighs, coiling and feeling their way around their legs and pressing firm between them]

[ Oh. on his side is good, less reaching up. The hand around his neck stays there, while the other fiiiiiiinally goes back to undoing the closure of his shirt. She smiles against his lips, eyes shut tightly. ]

[ less talking is less thinking is more feeling. Mouth moving down Aeron's shoulder, nipping, biting hard enough to leave marks half-visible against ink, down to where skin blends into rooted vines-- his hips twitch at the contact, legs shifting apart just a little more ]

Hh...

[Spider doesn't tense this time when her hands go to his clothes, and he can't quite slide like he used to with those vines, not as tight, but he can separate the bad limbs from the better and use what's safe, moving in little pulses against the mounds and folds they find. He murmurs softly]

More...

[ Her legs shift around him to allow his touch in- so few! how careful he is with them!- as her fingers work at his shirt until she can gently tug it open. Fingertips run their back along the length of his chest. She says something back to him, but it's lost in mumbles as she keeps her lips pressed to his face. ]

[ Presses his hips forward, presses against those vines-- a shiver runs through him, one that Aeron can no doubt feel over his back. Metal fingers (warm, more than warm enough by now, between them) slide up the nape of Aeron's neck, sweep matted hair away so Chrys can leave the marks of his teeth there, too. His good hand moves down, drags fingertips over the plane of Aeron's belly, feels for the edge of his pants. Slipping beneath the layers of fabric, to grasp and hold, lightly, ever so lightly. ]

Yes, please, please...

[he murmurs more, presses his back tight against Chrys' chest in needy, rocking motions. His vines slip and curl wher ehtey are, pushing under cloth where it's found, rubbing over it and under it. Coils and strokes for Chrys along with the rock of his body, and mall, hard little motions for Aerta, with fingertips circling and slipping in and out of her.]

[ She tilts her fingertips bringing her nails to his skin, but not hard- just light scratches against his chest, then up across his shoulders and neck. she can't touch enough of him ]

Too gentle- that's much too gentle . . . mm, don't be cruel, brother- . . .

ftb

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