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[reaches behind him, tracing for Gold's hand - when he finds it he squeezes it hard, behind his back and out of Aerta's sight. His touch on Aerta's face, however, is light and reverent]

We'll be all mixed up at this rate.

[ all the familiar callouses are still there on those fingers-- which squeeze back, though far gentler ]

For a wonder we're yet to be.

Mm, mixing is rather the goal, is it not?

[ that's entirely enough time spent not undoing my brother's belt I should think!! ]

[his hand - contorted, three "fingers" at the tip, soft but not quite smooth like they once were as simple green vines - brushes over her jaw, her lips, down her throat, along her collarbone, the right and then the left... he threads his human fingers with Gold's]

Aah, I need you to hold me, Gold, or I'll be the one fainting next.

[ human hand to human hand. ...eyes closes briefly, with a deep, slow breath. Reaffirming something to himself.

And he tugs his fingers free of Spider's-- carefully, deliberately-- only to slide both hands under his arms and around his chest, pull him back against Chrys's front and hold there, firm, as he buries his face in Spider's hair, breath warm against his neck. ]

[ There's a little gasp at his touch- to see the changes was one thing, but the light scratching still wasn't the sensation she was expecting

still, she takes the message from the gesture- "slowly, with him" and takes her hands off his clothes, instead reaching up to loosen the cords holding up her blouse ]

None of that just yet, please.

Oh...

[that hold on him - a human hold, strong and trustworthy and HIS, his beloved - is a massive relief and shock, he hasn't felt it in so long. It rushes back to him like he's submerged in warm water.]

Just... like that. Oh, I missed you. I couldn't stand... don't let go of me.

[He takes that invitation and pulls Aerta's top away, stray limbs of vines coiling along her, dropping it to the side. He tilts heavily into Goldd but doesn't look away.]

I'd lost all the detail... all the pictures, the art. Hahah-- how could I lose this art. Just like me...

[ seeing them like that invoked a strange mix of feelings that she doesn't know how to parse, but does know now to shove away for the sake of good sex. swallows and reaches for him again to run the back of her knuckles along the scars of his curse ]

Shh. It's all right. It's still here. I am here and it is not lost.

[ he doesn't answer the entreaty in words so much as a tightening of his arms, fingers splayed over Aeron's heart. Not just holding him up but holding him there, like he'll disappear if Chrys should let go even a little.

His face hidden from Aerta's sight, he kisses the back of Aeron's neck, slow, reverent, the same reverence given to her from Aeron. Shoulders rising and falling with deliberate breaths. Trying to stay calm, stay steady. ]

[Chrys you better come along because I need to kiss this beautiful woman right the hell now.]

[ YES GOOD!! both hands now, delicate on his skin. carefully tracing the old scars and the lines of his ink. ]

[ no!!

oh who am I kidding he totally is coming along. ENOUGH PRESENCE OF MIND to brace his false hand against the bed to hold his weight up and not completely sandwich Aeron between the two of them. Still keeping the other arm around Aeron, forehead between his shoulders ]

[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]

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