Flawless Part 6 (NSFW)
Sinning-Sunday called, it said 'threesome,' and hung up before I could get her name, so here we are, enjoy~
Warnings: NSFW/Minors DNI. Language, established relationship, sex-work, threessome (FFM), praise kink, slight body worship, oral (male receiving)
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It's the 210th day when you suggest something.
Once it's out in the air, the partially-opened blue eye blinks fully-open, and Silco hums in silent question. You draw out the sound with a slow, playful tug on dark smoke-streak locks, a small smile on your lips, "Must I repeat myself, Beloved? Your hearing is usually fine."
Perhaps it was only these times when you ask for more outlandish things, or at least out of your normal requests, that your love started to become deaf. The thought made you smile, as you cart fingers through his hair again as he stares up at you, from where his head rests on your lap.
Watching his throat bob, Silco speaks slowly, only after your nails catch and smooth back strands from his forehead, "You... want another?"
Shaking your head, you chuckle slightly despite your firm assurance, "No, never, Silco." Cupping under his head to ease him off of your lap, soon you're lowered above him on your elbows, gazing down at him with a loving smile and hooded eyes. Laying on his back, gazing up at you, you see his eye widen as you lean down, barely brushing your lips on the tip of your nose before you murmur your request again. You know, without a doubt, he'll hear this one loud and clear.
"I want to watch you come undone at the touch of another, Beloved."
A beat.
Silco is only ever giving of you, though his gaze is questioning, clearly rolling over the concept in his mind, he is only slightly slow when he gives in.
"Who... did you have in mind?"
A smile, as you pull back to gaze down at him. "Oh, don't worry," You assure him adoringly as you cup the cheek full of scars. Your knuckles ache slightly at a memory, as you rove the pad of a thumb across the dips and cracks of his skin. "Her services are always quite... satisfactory."
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The idea came during one of the customary visits to your old stomping grounds. You barely recognize the place, and know you are just as much a stranger here as you traverse the halls of your old employment. Not scantily-clad, but almost buisness like as you sweep casually through the place with your old employer.
"As you can see, not a coin has gone to waste from the donations shared with our establishment," The matron boasts, trailing a finger along the polished, gleaming wall rail that curls and coils into design. "Many thanks to the anonymous party," She muses, throwing a wink your way.
"I imagine the anonymous benefactor appreciates the gratefulness, and the fact their coin hasn't gone to waste," You add, eyes flicking to watch a couple - one masked, the other obviously a worker of the brothal, glide eagerly from the hallway and into one of the rooms.
Tilting your head when you watched a second Lady follow before their private room was shut, the matron slid up to you to comment, "Fourth today... more gold comes in, more goes out and eventually-" "Finds it's way back," Echoing the familiar sentiment, you glace over your shoulder to raise a brow.
"Double-ups are popular, then?"
"Oh yes, very... more with men than women, which isn't surprising. You wouldn't believe the face a man makes when he looks down, and sees not one set of lips, but two..." The image she painted left much to be desired, especially as she left you to go check in on a room going over-their-time.
You had done a double, only once though, as the steady stream of gold that flowed more smoothly among these businesses was much more rare in your own days of employment. It had been a job just like any other, earnings split evenly, and the customer leaving on shaky legs.
You hadn't thought much of it. Perhaps because it felt like it was just any other job with particular, specific interests for a patron, but now that you weren't spending your days preparing, recovering or working on the next evening on the job of a brothal-worker, you started to think about it a little bit more.
Specifically, as you sat across the desk from the matron as she ruffled though her monthly ledgers, you thought about the idea for more personal uses.
"Whose avaliable for a house-call?"
The question makes the owner blink. "Sevika needs a new regular?" A small huff of laughter escapes you, and you shake your head, clarifying, "No, for myself, madame." You aren't surprised when the woman pales slightly, not from the subject of your request, but by the fact that it's you requesting it.
You, who are very well-known as the lady of the Eye, Queen of the Undercity, and the last lady that had been mentioned by the mouth of a new Chem-Baron, shortly before he lost half of it.
"I know what I'm doing, thank you. You said yourself, he would do anything for me."
"But let you have fun fucking anything for cheap coin?" Self-preservation is making her hiss sound strained, which she quickly calms when you glower cooly.
"I said the arrangement was for me," You say slowly. "I never said the fucking was for myself as well."
Eyes widened slightly, and at that moment the crooked-nosed worker slipped in, a complaint about some client or another on her lips dying at the sight of you. "Ah... you," She said flatly, at least attempting to be civil by giving a respectful dip of her chin when you smoothly stood from your seat.
Surveying her, you remembered her well. She'd cost you your job, leaving your fate uncertain for several hours before Silco made his long-lasting, more-than-buisness intentions clear. Her features, especially with a crooked beak, were not similar to yours, but there was an obvious similarity in body-type and coloring.
At the initial meeting, before it was love between you and him, when Silco had to pick his choosing of women, she had been second-place. The runner-up, in a sense, while you had been the prize of his choosing, that soon became so, so much more...
No, you weren't that much alike at all, especially not in station anymore.
Still, you found yourself smiling as you clasped your hands behind you, the grin toying at your lips almost friendly. You may not be alike, not even friends... but buisness was buisness, and you both knew how to be professional. And, when you were once co-workers, you could remember she was very good at the profession.
"How would you like to have a taste," You began slowly as you stepped in front of her, and you saw some of her dislike of you melt into curiosity. "... of what you missed out on, being second-place?"
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A taste, indeed.
Tongues don't technically touch, but in the moments where her mouth brushes against yours, you can't help but press a bit tighter, humming. You ignore the fact that it's her, or the fact that it's another being entirely - instead wholly focused on the smear of pre-cum that coats her lips, and in turn, stains over yours whenever you get close enough for your mouths to touch.
A hitched-breath sounds, and you open your eyes, gazing up at Silco. Resting on a shaky elbow on the armrest, nails biting into the head of the couch, Silco is staring only at you, though there is two gathered between his legs. You smile around your tongue, which flicks out to delicately trace a pulsating vein of his cock as you hold his gaze.
Your ex-coworker only needs to glance over at the sensation that makes the Eye of Zaun go stock-still, before she mimics the same action on the other side of his length, and a groan erupts from his mouth, sounding suspiciously like a drawn-out curse at the twin sensation of tongues.
When Silco walked into the room, he had taken a moment to simply stare at the second woman occupying his couch, before turning to look at your smile as you sat beside her, before you politely asked if his schedule was full for the evening.
If it had been, you hoped the locked office door was enough of a message for his late-night meetings to reschedule.
Drawing your lips along his length, the other takes the hint and backs off, letting you take your lovers cock deep into your mouth and between your teeth. Your name, yours alone, sounded from above you, ending in an almost whiny pitch when you lifted your mouth up again as soon as your nose brushed against his pelvis.
Your lover was quick to stifle the whine, remembering his audience. Fully ignoring the other party, you gestured for her to take your place as you maneuvered off the couch, and glided around until you stood behind the armrest your Beloved reclined against.
"Do you like this, beloved?"
His skin visibly prickled as you breathed past his ear, from the sensation of air blowing past, your hands coiling over his shoulders to trace nails along his chest, and the other woman's mouth returning to his length. "Oh, I know I do, I so rarely get a chance to chat when it's my mouth working your cock..."
Nuzzling the dark hair at the base of his neck, your nails caught and dragged on the plates of his abdomen. You felt his body jerk with a sharp inhale at the sensation, and at lips wrapping around his head with a rather theatrical moan of appreciation. "Picturing me there?" You cooed, lifting your own lips to nibble at a ear-lobe, pitching it gently between your teeth as you purred, "Close your eye. Picture it."
"Me, between your legs. My arms, around you. My voice in your ear, my mouth, dragging you to pleasure... picture it, Silco. Me, surrounding every part of you..."
His chest was rising and falling rapidly at this point, both from the slow, but hearty ministrations of a mouth engulfing, tongue swirling around him while you lovingly purred. Releasing his ear to lay kisses on his neck and collar, you groaned into his skin, "Even without me, you look incredible... beautiful, flawless, Beloved..."
The word that had first spiraled your relationship from buisness to love was quickly spiraling Silco to his climax, evidenced with how his hips snapped up deep into the warmth around him, which you imagined he was indeed picturing you instead of the nameless woman. You whispered it again, moaning out his name as you watched nails dig into his thighs for purchase, the woman purring around him as she bobbed her head in the motions she'd seen you do, once, twice...
"Cum to the thought of me there instead, Beloved," You urged, locking arms around him from behind in an almost-embrace as he head fell back onto your shoulder, a shuddering groan escaping him as he climaxed, clear signs of it dribbling out from between lips as the deepthroated-bobbing contiuined unabated.
There was no jealousy, for this was simply buisness - only fascination as you saw muscles tense, ripple beneath skin. Hips thrusting up further to catch every sensation as the Eye of Zaun rode the waves of release...
Not that there was anything better than being the one to bring them there, of course. But this sight, the change in perspective, was something you simply couldn't look away from, the rawness of orgasm seeming to shoot though every nerve of his body. Oh, yes, you wished nothing more than to be the one to do it. But you couldn't deny that simply being the audience to it was making you anything less than soaked.
Fingers trickled up and carted through his sweaty dark-strands as her motions finally slowed. Your eyes lifted to lock onto her face when she started to rise off of him. "If you swallow a drop, I'll slit your throat," You murmured to her huskily, causing Silco to jerk in your hold with either surprise, or laughter at the note of possessiveness in your lustful tone. "Spit it out."
Pressing a kiss atop his head, your touch is gentle as you slide from his hold and step over, grabbing a bin and a velvet, clinking bag. Soon holding out both to the woman, who looks a bit ridiculous with her cheeks puffed out, you smile. "Double, as agreed on. Feel free to grab a drink from downstairs on your way out, and don't presume you'll ever get this opportunity again."
You fully ignore the glint of disappointment, jealousy in her eyes as she grabs the bag from you, and once her mouth is clear, mutters a thank-you before taking her exit. Not bothering to watch her go out the door, you turn and immediately lower yourself down to kiss a still-panting Silco deeply, groaning when his tongue immediately invades your mouth with eager enthusiasm.
Soon, you're breathing just as heavily as him, but pull back to manage out, "You were gorgeous, my love." You rub your hand along his thigh, murmuring against his lips when his palm comes up to pull your mouth back to his. "Flawless, perfect, and you didn't even need me there to look so..."
"I did," Silco admits, nipping at your lips and seeming to inhale the sound you make from the action. "You were correct, darling... picturing you, at every corner, making every move, every action, every sound and word, was simply..."
You blink, and have to pull back to stare at his hazed over eyes.
Silco is... speechless.
You never thought such an event possible, yet here he was, indeed doing just that. The jealously still doesn't come, for two palms come up to either side of your face, pulling it back for his mouth to lay claim to to your own. Groaning into his mouth, he's quick to bring you back to breathlessness, which breaks into a sudden, sharp inhale from his mouth when you feel a limp arm gaining strength, and soon wrapping around your middle to tug your nude body close.
"As much as I like having you everywhere else, dear," He breathes, a thin line of saliva connecting you to him as he eases himself into a sitting-up position,, soon tugging you in between his opened legs, and making you gasp as his slicked cock soon rubs between your dripping thighs, nudging against your lips and bumping his head to your clit. "I like being inside you so, so much more."
"I'd l-like that too, my love," You murmur, as if it needs saying, and with a grin that snaps the line connecting your mouths, Silco soon fits himself exactly where he enjoys the most. In you, with you, and as always, only you.
Any other, was just business.
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