Happy Birthday Lucio!
Words: 3358
Pairings: Lucio x Wyverne x Midnight
Warning(s): 🍋🍋🍋
Features: Orgasm Denial, Fingering, Food Play, Piercing Play
Summary: The girls wanted something fun for Lucio's birthday before the Masquerade. A nice spread of food and good champagne and themselves. Is Lucio ready for just desserts?
AN: Well this was buried haha. I forgot I had this in my drafts. I'm sharing this now because... perfect opportunity lmao. Midnight belongs to @candygirl3473
It wasn't quite Masquerade festivities in Vesuvia, though the entire city was preparing. The Palace was getting draped in luscious gold and Lucio's signature Vesuvian Red, the many rooms richly decorated in different themes, from bubbles to rainbows to all four seasons. Outside, the gardens were getting the same treatment, the gazebos getting facelifts and topiaries becoming cute animals.
Wyverne and Midnight, Lucio's wonderful Court Magicians, were busy preparing an early birthday night. The room was softly lit with candles, the aroma decadent and rich. Fresh ripe strawberries were arranged on silver, fresh cream whipped to perfection and placed in an ornate, shallow dish. Bubbling champagne was packed in ice, waiting to be opened and shared. The sheets were fresh, soft silk in rich crimson shades, the plush down comforter a dull gold with brushed silver embroidery. Crushed velvet pillows lined the head of the bed, small gold tassels on each corner.
Wyverne had taken one of Lucio's soft cotton suit jackets, the cream standing out against her skin, the dull gold buttons half done. His sleeves were long, slightly bunched at the elbow so the sleeve edge just met the first knuckles on her hands. The jacket hem skimmed her plush thighs, hiking up a touch as she settled herself on the bed.
Midnight had taken Lucio's old mercenary shirt, the bloodstains soft and dull, fabric slightly rough from one too many washes. The sleeves were big and billowy, hanging around the second knuckles on her hands. The hem was around mid-thigh, the fabric gathering at her hips. She walked over his large floor length mirror, giving herself a onceover and adjusting the hems and collars to give a more flattering appearance.
Wyverne had placed the fruit and cream on the bed, shifting the champagne closer to the bed. Midnight climbed on the bed, making sure to not disturb the cream too much as she sat in front of Wyverne.
"Do you think this will work?" Midnight had dipped her finger in the cream and taken an experimental lick.
"Of course! He's been so busy lately," Wyverne replied, taking a strawberry into her mouth. "I don't think he's had time to observe what we've been doing."
Midnight made a slight hum, a sound of probable uncertainty. She had another fingerful of cream, and smirking, she swiped it across Wyverne's nose, following the path of slightly faded freckles. Wyverne giggled, swiping some off her cheek and tasting it, humming with approval. In retaliation, she took the smallest scoop she could get and smeared it along Midnight's collarbone.
Midnight was about to retaliate with a pillow when they both heard it. Lucio's heels slow on the marble floor of the halls, his soft weary sighs from a long, tiring day. They exchanged wide eyes, and Midnight quickly hugged the pillow to her chest, Wyverne scooting up against the pillows behind them.
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Lucio had lazily stretched, stepping out of Camio's lavish birdhouse. It always soothed him, talking to his Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo. His day had been hectic, nothing short of chaotic with party planning and troubles, forseen or not. He had passed his Court Magicians in the halls throughout the day, always wanting to steal quick kisses and soft nips from them, but never having the time.
He had climbed the staircase to his wing of the Palace, greeting his Borzoi with ear scritches. They groaned in approval, their heads cocked into his hands, savoring the simple act. He smiled at them, and continued to ascend the stairs, giving himself another stretch and a small rub to the nape of his neck. He walked down the long hallway, glancing at the portraits of himself. Maybe he should get some new ones. Replace some of the tacky ones. Get his lovely ladies in some of them.
As he drew nearer to the door, he heard their giggles, their soft squeals. He thought this strangely odd. Camio had definitely said his ladies would be here alone. So what could they be giggling about, sounding so cute and carefree for? He hummed to himself, his gauntlet closing around the handle. He pushed open the door slowly, hoping he wasn't interrupting.
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Midnight had started to swipe the slowly melting cream from her collarbones when the door opened on silent hinges. Wyverne had stopped in midbite of a strawberry, lovely cream against the natural pink of her lips, her heart quickening its pace. They hadn't expected Lucio back, not until later at least.
His silver eyes were wide, a blush starting to form on his high, pale cheekbones. Those minxes! Wearing his clothes, what were they planning to do, make him swoon into the next century? He watched Midnight lick the cream from her fingers, and Wyverne finishing the bite of strawberry, pale red juice snaking down her chin.
"Well, well," he chuckled, leaning in the doorway. "What a lovely surprise. It isn't even my birthday!" He bit his lip, watching him intently, gaze slowly turning molten.
"Well that's true," Wyverne muttered around the strawberry, nibbling on it. She shifted positon, deliberately making the hem of the jacket slip up further along her thighs.
"Maybe we just wanted to spoil," Midnight taunted, sickly sweet. She swiped the cream trickling down between full breasts, suckling it from her finger, grinning at the low growl from Lucio.
"I wonder, should we let him play with us?" Wyverne wondered, a soft huskiness to her voice. "I think we should let him squirm," Midnight responded, letting a shoulder fall, exposing more to his eye.
Lucio bit his lip, his cock hardening. He ran his fingers through his hair, kicking the door closed and tossing his cape on a nearby chair. He took off the sash, undoing the jacket the rest of the way. His gaze held a single command, one the girls knew well. They smirked, devilish little ones as their heads slowly shook back and forth. He had reached the edge of his grand bed at this point, a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.
He watched Midnight take a banana from the tray, freshly peeled. She swirled her tongue tastefully around it, giving him her signature smoulder. Wyverne giggled, watching him squirm as Midnight carefully let the banana slide down her throat without so much as a sound. A sigh left his lips, imagining his cock in place of the fruit, watching as she pulled it from her lovely mouth, her lips turned up in a smirk as she started to eat it. It was all sensual, the way she took the bites, the way her tongue wrapped around each piece, the hums she saved for his cock, the careful swallows, the little lip licks.
Wyverne had grabbed the champagne bottle, the ice shifting and settling where the bottle had been. While his attention was on Midnight, she had taken the gold foil off, and undid the gold cage around the cork. Midnight had given him the last of her banana, not giving him enough time to suckle on her fingers, glancing at Wyverne.
She had gotten the cork out, the sudden action causing just enough of the gold liquid to spray Lucio. She had covered her mouth, eyes wide, stifling giggles, her shoulders shaking. She had aimed well, hitting his bare chest, the droplets running down hard abs. Midnight was practically cackling, falling back onto the bed as Lucio looked down in something caught between amusement and disbelief.
"I-I'm sorry! Are-Are you alright?" Wyverne fought the giggles, barely containing them. She went to touch, to make sure he was ok, when his gentle hand stopped her.
"I'm alright, love," Lucio said with the barest hint of a purr. "Not the first time I've been this wet." He kissed her fingertips, shrugging the jacket off his shoulders.
"If you wanted me bare all you had to do was ask, doves." He worked the jacket down his arms, gently tugging on the sleeve edges and tossing it to the side. He started to lift the dress shirt up over his head, when the girls gently stopped him, lips gently bitten, soft blushes on their cheeks.
Midnight was kneeling on the bed, her hands cupping cheeks, thumbs gently smudging his warpaint. She stole a kiss, her plum colored lips staining his a delicate shade of purple. Her lips parted from his, hands trailing his bare skin, slightly smudged lips meeting his neck. She kissed both warm skin and cool fabric, a lip print shared between fabric and skin. Long nails raked down creamy skin, making him hiss in pure bliss as she licked the scratches, the flat of her tongue tasting sweet alcohol and the tang of blood.
Wyverne was kissing a seam down his abs, hot kisses leaving little marks in her wake. She was so close, her lips hovering over his cock, her hand palming him through the thin material of his pants. His hands were tangled in their hair, a growl starting low in his throat. Wyverne kissed him, just above his cock, barely there, making his hard cock stand out even more, his grip tightening in her hair. One of her signature moans left her, a mixture of a wanton need and sweet bliss.
Midnight was the first to fall back on the bed, legs gently held together, an arm above her head, a finger coyly dancing at the seam of parted lips. Wyverne had giggled, having been picked up from the floor and tossed onto the bed like a child after playtime. Her curtain of curls touched Midnight's ombréd hair, a hand across her stomach and legs splayed. Their breathless giggles died down as Lucio hovered over them, pure lust in molten eyes.
"Such naughty girls, so eager to share me without permission," Lucio purred into their ear. He heard it, the soft little gasps that left their throats as hands trailed their bodies, not quite touching what they wanted, feeling them squirm under him.
He chuckled, something so low it could've been another growl if you didn't know. He slowly sat up, admiring the blush on the girls' cheeks and the smeared plums on Midnight's pouty lips. He reached over Wyverne, his gaze pinning them down as he took a strawberry between his lips. His eye wandered, snaking a path down their delectable bodies, an idea slowly forming. He offered the half bitten strawberry to Wyverne, then Midnight, who gently suckled on his fingers before he pulled them away.
"Up against the pillows, both of you," he told them, voice sultry and low. The girls obeyed, shifting and crawling and pressing back against crushed velvet clouds, enveloped in his scent.
"Now undress, I won't ask a third time," Lucio told, a soft warning at the end. Midnight went first, slowly shifting the large shirt over hips, up soft curves and over soft breasts. She lifted it up over her head, waves of ombré bouncing against shoulders, and quickly tossed the shirt to the side.
A hum of approval came from Lucio, and he tilted his chin towards Wyverne. She went next, slender fingers unbuttoning dull gold. She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, the fabric gently sliding from shoulders, revealing her soft breasts and warm piercings. Her jacket joined his on the floor, the cool air tickling her sensitive buds. He smirked, a low chuckle of approval as they sank back into plush pillows.
"Mmmm, play with your nipples. Imagine how I would tease them, doves," he said, all softness and warmth and commanding lust.
Wyverne started first. Her hands trailed from shoulders to breasts, gently cupping them, fingers easily finding them. She rolled them between her fingers, gently tugging and softly scraping her nails against them to mimic his canines. Midnight mimicked Wyverne's movements, her tugs a little harder, nails flicking against them, trying her best to mimic Lucio's expert mouth. He smirked, a finger on his lips, watching his name fall, a silent prayer on their lips.
"Wyverne, I want you to touch yourself," Lucio murmured against his finger, watching the way the tips of her ears turned red. "Show me just how much you've missed my mouth against your cunt. Midnight, I want you to watch. You'll do this soon."
Wyverne bit her lip, and turned her head to the side, her right hand snaking down her body, legs apart. Her fingers found herself, a coolness exploring her petals. Wyverne found her clit, less sensitive without a piercing, but still sensitive all the same. She traced circles and lines, her finger tracing her entrance with his name. She tried to mimic his silver tongue, how he explored every inch, how he tugged at her nib with careful attention, nipping and licking and suckling. She couldn't remember when pleas for him started to softly fall from full lips, couldn't remember when his name started to sound like a prayer. Her slick accompanied her moans, making Lucio chuckle and his pants become tighter. When he could sense her getting close, he ordered her movements to cease, chuckling at her frustrated whine.
Midnight drew a deep breath, a smirk from Lucio her cue. She parted her legs, her left hand snaking down her body. She easily found her clit, gently pinching and pulling and massaging, soft gasps and low moans spilling from her lips, chest rising and falling. She slipped fingers inside her entrance, soft sounds of her slick reaching Lucio's ears as she moved two fingers inside herself, his name falling from plum lips, her slick fingers spreading apart pink petals. His name was traced, his title written around her little bud, hips shifting against the pillows, her cheek against her shoulder. Lucio stopped her then, a frustrated moan escaping her.
Lucio chuckled, slowly unzipping his pants. He gently pulled his cock free from tight confines, steadily oozing precome. He caught their eye, how they widened at the sight, slight gasps stuck in their throat. He took two strawberries, swiping them through his oozing slit, giving them to each girl. The sweetness of the fruit mixed with the tang of his precome had them almost melting back even further into clouds, strawberries slowly savored with little moans.
He then took this opportunity, taking the bottle of champagne and gently spilling it over Midnight, watching it cascade down her body. He chuckled at how her monochrome seemed to darken, how she willed herself to not squirm despite the coldness of the drink. He took the dish of cream, taking some with his fingers and dropping a dollop over the dips of her hips.
"Just a simple body shot my dear," he murmured against skin, fingers trailing lines down her skin, lips caught around the swells, tongue lapping against cooled skin. His throat bobbed with each swallow, long tongue swiping the skin clean.
"Lucio!" Midnight moaned, hand curled in thick blond. She had never made this kink obvious, though it had been obvious enough to Lucio to use this on her, with an expert's touch. "Oh, Gods! H-How did y-you-"
"Shhh, snack cake," Lucio muttered against her, reaching for the cream. "Let it happen. I won't tell my Consul, unless…"
A playful smack to his bicep sent him into a chuckle. He took the cream and dipped the head of his cock in, covering it in a gorgeous peak of stiff white. He motioned for Wyverne to come closer, and pulled her hair back gently.
Wyverne swiped her tongue through the cream, wrapping pink lips around him. He hummed his approval, watching her, loving the way his cock looked in her mouth. She looked up at him, taking as much of him as she could, tongue swirling around his length, fists clenched around her thumbs. He groaned, and tried as he might, he couldn't stop a short thrust of his hips, feeling the back of her throat. She pulled away, her own saliva turned cloudy from the cream she hadn't yet swallowed.
Lucio chuckled softly, catching his lip between his teeth. He glanced at Midnight, all lust and desire in molten eyes. She was still in her bliss, her monochrome not quite meeting him, a hand at her hip where he had taken his shot of champagne. He gave Wyverne a silent command, then crawled over to Midnight, settling between her legs. He rubbed gentle circles into her clit with his thumb, rousing her from daydreams with a cracked moan.
"Are you ready for me, my dove?" He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, making her keen. Slowly, he inserted himself, savoring every inch of her.
She gasped softly, gently clawing at his arm. She heard him chuckle against her ear, kissing the shell as he started to move his hips. She moaned, his name falling from her lips anew, his piercings against her walls giving her spots of white across her vision. His lips caressed the curve of her neck, nails raking down his back, drawing faint trails of blood. He hissed at the pain, which only made him try and grind her hips into the mattress.
"Mmmm trying to mark me, dearest?" He started to grind his hips up against her with each thrust, his pace picking up. He quickly changed topic, a smirk on his lips. "I wonder, how the finest wines would look splashed on your skin. What they would taste like, lapped from your skin?"
Midnight's high came all too soon for her. The mere mention of wine spilling against her was enough. Her back arched perfectly, her ankle trailing up the back of his leg. A soundless moan, her lips forming his name but the letters caught. After a few erratic thrusts, Lucio spilled himself inside her, buried to the hilt, cock twitching against her walls as they pulled at him weakly.
Lucio slowly pulled out, kissing her all over her face. Midnight giggled, playfully shoving him over. She slowly sat up, bottom lip catching between her teeth, the coolness from the champagne having turned her skin the tiniest bit tacky.
Wyverne giggled at the playfulness, stretched out on her stomach. She had started to eat a banana, legs slowly swaying back and forth. A soft start of surprise left her lips when she left Lucio settle behind her, his lips tracing her spine. He spread her legs a little, soft touches to her center. Wyverne moaned softly around her last bite of banana when Lucio teased her entrance, her head slightly buried in the comforter.
He chuckled against her ear, slowly easing himself inside. Lucio started to thrust inside her, sweet little moans muffled by the comforter. He tsked, gently raising her head, his index finger teasing her lips.
"No, pet. Let me hear you~" He growled into her ear, kissing her shoulder. His finger found its way into her mouth, her tongue eagerly wrapping itself around his finger.
Her wanton moans were muffled, her suckling occasionally stopping when he hit this particularly delicious spot inside her. He chuckled, looking at Midnight, challenging her to avert her eyes as Wyverne started to come undone around him, her thighs starting to quiver. She clutched the sheets, her climax slamming her senses hard, Lucio reaching his own just shortly after her.
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The bath was warm, soothing against tired muscles. Wyverne was running her fingers lazily through Midnight's hair, giggling softly as they waited for Lucio. They had made the bath smell like the sea, using some of the Nevivon bath salts on the gold tray by the edge, and a mixture of a couple other vials.
Midnight had run her fingers through Wyverne's soft curls, nails gently scratching her scalp. Goosebumps ran along her skin despite the warm bath, eyes fluttering closed. Midnight smiled softly, running her nails along Wyverne's arm as Lucio quietly entered the water. He kissed their hair, quietly stroking, gently nuzzling. They leaned into him, loving the soft touches, the gentle caresses. Hands through hair, the gentleness of his hands, warmth of the setting sun on pale skin.
"I love you girls," he murmured into their hair, a soft purr to his voice. "This was the best birthday."
