Threesomes? Threesomes.
Mick: Nervous nervous nervous nervous. He's been with Jaime before. And he knows how this whole thing works. M's on top, everyone else on bottom. But...he invited the Wife. That's...he's not surre what to do abouth that.
He's nervous with new partners, and well, he's not quite sure how to start except wait in his room. This is fun. This is great. This is making him panic. Oh well, time to get this started.
Jaime: Jaime, unlike Mick, is nowhere near as panicked about this situation. It's almost like he's got more experience, which is a funny thought, indeed. He enters quietly after drying off once getting through the Door, and he just shrugged on a robe to move back to Mick's room. This is a surprise. He didn't expect this, but he's not opposed at all. Without hesitation, he shrugs his robe off and leaves it folded somewhere before stepping closer to Mick with a small, tentative smile. It's one that's an attempt to cut nerves, even if only a tiny bit.
Letta: Scarlett stepped in, a bit hesitant herself. She knew Mick pretty well, but this was sort of spontaneous. She's not opposed at all, but it is very different than what she's used to. They were cool naked around each other, so why not? She just kind of stands there, not entirely sure what to do with her life at the moment.
Mick: "Mind the chest hair, yeah?" He should have shaved while he waited. DAMN IT. "Okay. Deep breaths. I'm sure we've all done this before, right? It's...not a new thing," he says that, but he is damn nervous. Jaime's closeness doesn't exactly help. "I don't know your preference, Let. But I usually sit on top. I can switch if you need." Aww, that's considerate coming from him. Usually he just goes. "Jaime? You wanna start anything?"
Jaime: "You make this so awkward." Jaime's voice is lower than usual, a bit quieter. He's clearly concerned with getting the mood on track, since nobody else is doing so. That falls to him, amazingly, and he'll see if he can get things moving. More or less in a move to show Scarlett it's okay, he closes the gap between himself and Mick. He's comfortable with the other man now, as they're hardly new to this. His hand gently snakes out to rest on the other's side, and a few small kisses are planted on Mick's neck. He then pauses, murmuring. "Don't get stage fright now, the lot of you."
Letta: She nodded softly, taking in a soft breath before her own lips press to the side of Mick's neck, gently. It was different. This wasn't drunken sex they could forget about in the morning and blame on alcohol. This was something much more... closer?
Mick: Hello. HELLO. How often is he the center of attention?
There's a startled noise from the Welshman, mostly because Jaime is doing his thing, and then Letta does her own. A hand snakes out to massage Jaime's scalp as he works, mostly as encouragement, before Mick turns his attention to the Lady. It's been a long time since he's been with a woman, years, really, and he seems to find his groove when his focus shifts. He bends down a bit, making it easier for her, hands exploring just a bit. He's also not used to regular people, though he's not sure what could be said for the construct. He assumes it'll be somewhat the same, she's not like Ethan, after all.
Jaime: He's a firm believer that things will work out exactly as they need to, and if he's to be the one to push things along, then so be it. He knows how much Mick likes his power trips, so he's going to accomodate. It's a funny exchange betwen those two, honestly, but it's not something he seems to mind...at all. To be honest, he definitely likes it. He wouldn't admit it, though. His lips wander, little kisses spattering a pattern before he pauses and hesitantly looks to Letta. Unless Mick steals him back, he goes for a gentle kiss, hand moving to tilt her chin up, just faintly.
Letta: A construct compared to human is like a beautiful statue that you can grope in the museum and no one will judge you for it compared to touching a somewhat normal person who makes you a registered sex offender otherwise. Her lips playfully nibble at his throat, deciding to stand on her toes so that he doesn't have to crane his neck for her. However, Jaime steals her for a kiss, a light smirk forming against her lips as they brush with his.
Mick: Ah, there it is.
"We're standing," he says it now that he's not to distracted to breathe, watching the two of them. It's what he usually does, plays observer, watches with rapt interest and gives a command or two. He's God in bed, his wish is his command, and there's a bit of wiggle room here. "You want to take her, Jaime?" Now the real stuff begins. The voice he uses here is light, barely filtered by his accent, it's something seductive, but it'd be uncomfortable if he talked like that outside the bedroom. "Show me what you can do with him, Let," Ooooh, damn it, Mick Rawson.
Jaime: That's as much room for her to get what she wants as it is for him to do the same. He knows how this plays out. This isn't his first time he's been in a similar situation. He doesn't seem bothered by the proposition, and instead focuses intently. He kisses softly along her neck and slowly lowers a hand, planning to get to business. His fingers trail down her abdomen and eventually slide lower still until there's a rubbing tease. His kiss hits her on the lips now, and it's a passionate one. That little rub becomes a bit more as a finger tentatively slides for entry, to test the waters.
Letta: Her hands run along his chest, fingertips through the light blond hair brushing ever so gently. Her neck slowly cranes with each peck upon it, feeling his hands get to business as hers do as well. Her hand wraps around the manhood of his, giving a slow but long stroke, from the shaft all the way to the tip, her finger circling the head as his lips press firmly against hers. She kisses him hard, especially as he teases her himself, biting at his lip as he slips a finger in.
Mick: "Mmm," Mick pulls out from where he's nearly smushed, turning around to the back of Letta. Jaime's gotten enough of him, maybe he's curious about her. He starts slow, mostly so she can focus on Jaime. First it's just her hair, hands working through tangles as he watches what she does to Jaime. There's a hum before Mick takes every angle not occupied by the Lord, grazing his teeth on every bit of skin he can.
"Pump him, make him cry for you, eh?," the order is low, whispered into her ear as he resumes his place at the back of her head, Hand dropping. Jaime's busy downstairs, he has a spot up here he can work on. Long, slender hands cup a breast, and Mick's bringing himself closer now.
Letta: Her head barely turns as she feels Mick's hand course its way through her stringy hair that was still damp from the spring.. Her eyes delicately close though as his teeth press to her neck, her own hand grasping a little tighter around Jaime's cock, nearly squeezing as she keeps the agonizingly slow pace going at the speed it is. Her body still so incredibly sensitive, Mick and Jaime's advances are difficult to restrain herself. Jaime would at least know the clenching of her own throat that he saw nights before.
Jaime: Yeah, there it is. Jaime inhales sharply and has to force himself to stay quiet. He's good at that. As a matter of fact, compared to many, he's very quiet in this kind of situation. That stems from where he comes from, probably. Of course, a combination of Mick pulling the strings again and the pleasurable pressure, as well as the sights before him, forces a quiet groan from him, which he tries to stifle by turning it into humming kisses against her shoulder.
Mick There's a pleased hum, and his other hand goes to cup what his right can't. There's some searching with his mouth until he decides to give her a little mark, Ethan's known for sporting those around. He tends to give them when he's very, very happy.
"You're both quiet," he likes that, mostly because Ethan is so damn noisy. It's one of the few drawbacks of being with his husband. "How do you want her Jaime? Want me to lift her? Wanna enter?" He's laughing against her skin now, waiting for either an action or verbal answer. Can Jaime even give one?
Jaime: He can give one, alright. Mick hasn't destroyed his ability to answer, like last time...and the one before it. Actually, for once, he's not moaning into a pillow yet. That's amazing. One finger becomes two. His longing is clear, and he's been hard a while now. "Please." It seems like he'll act on however he's provided, but it's notable he won't act until Mick gives him the okay. He's completey under that one's thumb.
Letta: Her knees feel weak with just simple fingering, but how else was she supposed to feel? Her eyes are squeezed shut, her fingers even lightly vibrating against his member as one becomes two. Mick's viciousness was a pretty big help too, as much as Letta would never admit it aloud, she liked to feel like a toy sometimes.
Mick "Okay," there's a kiss pressed to Letta's neck before he trails his hands down, and then he lowers himself. He'll have Jaime's help, it won't be uncomfortable, but getting her up without a wall might be an issue. So he pulls them back gently until his back reaches a wall, and Mick gets down enough so that he can lift her. He's counting on Jaime's aid. Mick relaxes against the wall, perfectly content to do his job as a support. He really likes wall sex, it gets him excited.
"Rhyw iddi," ohhh, Welsh. Damn. This is getting a bit hot.
Jaime: He's not going to wait too long. He follows Mick and Letta back, now planting passionate kisses on her jaw and throat as he positions himself. It doesn't take him long, and after a brief moment to position he gives his first thrust. His sigh with it is borderline to a moan, and as usual he tries to stifle this noise into her shoulder instead. It's habit with him, leaving one to wonder just what else he's been pushed into before. It would be a lie to say Cersei was easy on him, as Mick quickly learned. He's a bit more used to certain things than would be expected. His second thrust is also brisk, and he pauses, breathing deeply. Finally, he begins to find a rythmn.
Letta: Letta is INCREDIBLY easy to pick up. It almost startles her when he lifts her up, but the sensation that the wall was near was enough comfort for her. A soft resonate purr rumbled through her throat with each passionate kiss Jaime could place upon her throat. The first thrust in alone got a pretty loud moan out of her, but her cheeks glow red with embarrassment as her arms slip around him, biting into his shoulder to keep her moans quiet as he thrusts again, and breaks into a consistence pace. Her fists clenched as they hang loosely over Jaime's back.-
Mick Mick has his arms around Letta, sure not to let her go. It's a good thing they chose tonight, or Mick would worry about stressing the baby. Especially with the odd condition of it.
There's a press of his mouth to her shoulder, and even Mick is rocking to what's happening. He's making a second mark there, deciding he could always mark Jaime later. For now, she's his focus. Mick's quiet now, posting to Jaime's thrusts to keep it comfortable for Letta. There's a few huffs from him but beyond that he's quiet, enjoying this as mick as he can. He could enter, but she's not prepped and he really doesn't feel like coordinating with Jaime. For now it;s just easier to rise and fall against the wall.
Jaime: Jaime's hand rests on Mick's shoulder, and his grip is tight. His thrusts increase in intensity and pacing, and he gasps quietly against her skin with warm, muted breath. The sheer fact that they're doing this is enough to make him feel scandalous, and there's nothing he likes more than that. His thrusts are a bit more ragged now, but he's holding himself back as long as he can, wanting to please her as much as he can as well. His angle is a good one, but each repeat shifts, ever so faintly, due to their position. Jaime isn't hard to make beg, and he's also prone to seeking out the pleasure of his partner, when female. In many ways, he's been trained well. It's convenient for all parties, and hardly a bad thing.
Letta: Her teeth were making their own marks on Jaime's skin as she groaned louder with the intensity growing, her body lifting with each thrust. If Mick weren't holding her she'd probably be on her toes the entire time, which are just now starting to curl as her fingernails claw lightly into Jaime's back. Her body would get slightly tighter around his cock with each riveting thrust he pushed within her being. "God, Jaime.. "
Mick"Come for her, Jaime," the words are low, but the order stands. The thrust are increasing, but Mick is doing the best he can. Jaime's grip is welcomed, knowing he probably needs it for balance. More kisses are pressed on her neck, and then those brown eyes are watching Jaime's every move.
"My legs are sore. They're new but they don't last long," he relaxes his grip on Letta, almost pushing her a bit against Jaime.
Jaime: That's the only indication he needed. He stops trying to hold back the flood of pleasure and stops trying to make himself last. His tempo increases, and his quiet moans turn into sharp gasps as a flood of pleasure hits him like a wave. He reaches climax with a louder one, flushed and embarrassed at the noise out of habit alone. His thrusts don't slow until he's ridden it out, and only then does he ease his cock out of her, breathless and amazed at himself for ever agreeing to this.
Letta: She trembles, grasping him as if she couldn't stand without help. She'd definitely be sore in the morning, but she'd admit it felt incredible. Better than anything she had ever felt in her short life. She stands on her toes, just barely as her legs lightly quiver. She's still out of breath.
Ser Meical Rawson Mick gently sets her down, being ridiculously gentle despite how in control he is. It's how he operates, and it seems to bode well in his favor. There's a brief moment of rest before Mick presses against Letta again, reaching over her to give Jaime a brief kiss. She's sandwiched in, but he doubts that's such a bad feeling.
"Good boy. And girl," there's a hum against Jaime's lips for a moment, before he breaks and focuses his attention on Letta for a bit. For someone not used to threesomes quite yet, he's gotten good at giving each partner attention.
Jaime: It would be a lie to say he doesn't like how Mick treats him. It isn't that he's ever actually hurt, or afraid. It's the power exchange. For this moment, it's almost total. That isn't something he can get elsewhere, and never from other people. He loves it. The praise is welcome, and the form it's given in has the same effect on him. For the moment, he rests where he stands, happy to be pressed against Letta and by association, Mick as well.
Ser Meical Rawson This is good. This is...
"The bed?" The suggestion is more or less for rest, he's not in the mood anymore. Really, since his injuries, is he ever? But it seems he's been impressed enough to want to stick around, and clearly he's interested in what could happen next. And he's a cuddler, Ethan's been forced down to having the Welshman pressed against him. It's just how it works, and he tends to use that softness of his as a reward. There's some nudges, and eventually he's leading his partners to the bed he's gotten so used to. Still nothing compared to his sleep number.
Letta: She nods softly, her head pressed lightly into Jaime's shoulder, still breathing a little hard. She moves with them, gently lessening her grip on Jaime. She must've left claw marks in his back, and she feels a little guilty for that. She slips onto the bed with the two, finding herself relaxing almost instantly. This was good. She'd do it again if they invited her.
Jaime: Claw marks aren't of high concern at all. He moves with Lett and Mick to get to the bed with a quiet little exhale. He's happy to rest there, and he's definitely do it again. For once, too, Mick wasn't all over him. THAT was a change. A little break, which was needed. Of course, Jaime has no idea what a Sleep Number is. So he would never think about that.
Ser Meical Rawson: Content with them both, Mick is resting on his back. He didn't penetrate anyone but he's still a fair bit exhausted. He worms his way into the middle, still wanting complete control even afterwards. Once settled, he's working on sleeping. He's not sexual at all, despite his joking and his mannerisms, he honestly just rather sleep instead. Ethan woke some of that for him, but he seems pleased enough not to really care about sex anymore. But he did enjoy this, enjoyed seeing what Jaime did with Letta. They'd both be welcome to his bed anytime.
Letta: She snuggles into Mick, physically exhausted. Her hair pools around her head, but doesn't get in the way of anyone trying to sleep.. Her head settles on his shoulder as her eyes softly close. Her own hand slips for Jaime's, since Mick is in the middle, and she holds it as she drifts off into a peaceful sleep.