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He has no idea what Ethan's doing. But he does know they've been at this Inn for a long time...and haven't done anything. Nothing besides hang out, which Mick is all for, but there's times he craves a little extra, rare as they are.
"You wanna do something?" It's a bit abrupt. Everyone is asleep in the Inn for now, or so Mick thinks, but really, what's the harm? "I mean...you know what I mean, right? It's been a while. And I've missed you these past months since I've been here. Now that you're here..."
Oh, that's what he means. Mick know it'll be a yes, but he likes it when Ethan's excited about it. He's kinda cute like that, and it means he's still interested. He never considered the old thing that married couples lose interest, even though it's just a mere label, he can't help but be a little paranoid.
"I mean, we are outside of the apartment," there it is. "And I figured you'd like to try something new with me for once."
That was a surprise. Ethan rolls over on the bed where he's laying down, reading comics. Punisher, to be exact. Given that he's fought the man before, his affection for those stories is very funny. The book is lowered, and as Mick's words start to make more sense, his expression twists into a grin.
"I'd have to be sick or completely exhausted to turn that offer down. What's so special and new besides the location? You got a kink you're gonna admit?" He sets the book on the nightstand and sits up, expectantly. "You know I'm game."
“Ohh, boy, you’d file for divorce if I told you my kinks,”....what. “I thought we could...invite someone? That someone being a very, very important knight. Who I owe a wedding gift to. I just wanted to be sure you were okay first before...y’know, we go all rumpy pumpy.”
Since when did he start saying that? “I invited Jaime last night but I was too tired. If he’s still up for it, I thought you would like to get a piece of the action. He’s said yes already, but I wanted to check with you.”
Aww. How considerate. "I haven't had one of these in a long time. And you know I like Jaime, but I thought it'd be fun, eh?"
"Jay's hot as hell. Of course I'm fine with that. Besides, I might as well be in on the bachelor party action, since I might not be around for that itself." Ethan grins mischievously. "I haven't had any rampant, wild threeways or orgies in a long time. Don't go getting me hooked, now." He's actually excited at the prospect, and the little gleam in his eyes shows it. The knight is hot. He's unashamed to say so.
"He really agreed? I'm actually amazed. I guess he's been more open about it, since the general consensus is so chill 'bout that around here." He's confident about himself, and Mick knows this. He won't get performance fright or be self-conscious. He's about the farthest thing from a virgin anyone will ever find.
And he knows Mick loves that.
Mick does love that.
“Good. I’ll be back,” he gives Ethan a wink, before exiting out the door. He’s gone for about five minutes before he returns, with the lion in tow. “Jaime, Ethan. Ethan, Jaime. Though you two know one another it’s good to be friendly.”
The room isn’t as big as Mick would like, but the bed is wide enough to house all three of them (and handle Ethan’s weight), so he doesn’t see a problem.
“Yeses all around? Out loud so we can all hear?” Consent is so important. “E, how should we start? Should we welcome our new friend?”
"Friend is one way to put it. He's supposed to be our fearless leader." Ethan's voice slips to that little sultry purr it tends to become when he's trying to woo a stranger. It so rarely fails him, too, and combined with his fluid movements and generally seductive demeanor in the bedroom it's a knockout. He stands from where he's been sitting, striding towards Jaime with no hesitation. An arm wraps about the other's waist, and he reaches up with one hand to cup the other's chin and give his cheek a brush with one thumb.
"So, Jay? What do you think? Should I welcome you first?"
It's all new and somewhat intimidating for Jaime, but Mick is familiar, and very much so. His good hand instinctively moves to slide under Ethan's arm and spread across the man's shoulders. He might as well be bold. He leans down and steals a little kiss before replying.
"Sure."
“This is so different from how you were our first time,” Mick’s impressed, and amused. He’s watching for now, taking the role of observer for now. Eventually he’ll join in. But for now?
“E? You should help Jaime undress a little. There’s only so much a one handed man can do,” he’s still playing the role of a dominate, but he’s letting the two get used to each other first. Mick’s toes are already wet in both waters, anyway. Mick licks his lips, actually starting to get a little twitchy. But he’ll let them have the dance first.
"You've been teaching me since then." He reminds Mick with a tiny, more confident smile. Ethan's peppering his jawline with kisses now, clearly looking forward to this. The words from Mick get not a word of agreement, but he does act. It...might not have been what was expected, though. While he initially moves to get Jaime's shirt at least partially off, his hand trails down instead, boldly sliding right into the front of the other's pants.Jaime gasps when there's a grab, the quiet noise more than enough to tell Mick exactly what happened. Ethan then actually does go for the shirt, and it doesn't take long. His free hand gently grabs Jaime's right arm, above the false hand and the vambrace that holds it in place. He'll take care of that later. For now, his kisses trail down the knight's chest until he's lowering himself a bit more...and more...and his kisses reach the other's waistband.
Mick watches with rapt interest, before Ethan’s movements get to be too much. Good thing Jaime knows his place here, and Mick stand from where he was sitting on the bed, moving a bit closer before a hand brushes into Ethan’s hair, stroking him there for a while, nails and all.
“I have haven’t I?” his eyes are on Ethan, watching him work while his hand scratches on his scalp. There’s a small smile there before Mick’s eyes flick back to Jaime. “I think E approves. You still need to impress me.”
Mick’s hand leaves Ethan to focus on Jaime now, teeth grazing on the knight’s jaw before he brushes his nose against Jaime’s. “You ready, E? Or do you want him for yourself for a while?”
The control is making Mick crave it. That’s what he likes, not the pleasure or the feeling. The absolute control he has over these two. It’s...satisfying.
“I’m ready whenever you are, love." Ethan's words are a murmur. He stands again, enjoying teasing the hell out of the knight. One hand turns, and his palm presses and rubs in just the right way at Jaime's crotch. Talk about being blunt about what he wants.
As much as Jaime would like to lean into the sensation, he also now has Mick to the side, demanding unspoken things from him that should remain as such. He's picked up on a lot lately, and Mick's been able to mold him into exactly what was desired...lucky for him.
"So, how can I do that?" His words are quiet. He's always been softer in this setting.
“First, you can convince me this is what you want,” his voice is low, accent blurring his words. “Both of you. Come on.”
Oh? Mick’s letting them work it out? That should be fascinating. He pulls away, tugging Ethan so that he was where Mick wanted him. Mick undresses himself, not exactly giving into that self consciousness he usually has when shirtless around strangers. His clothes are tossed in a neat pile, and then Mick climbs on the bed, laying on his back with his knees bent. There they can clerly see those scars he’s not fond of, jagged and mismatched with replaced skin. There’s also that long, pink jag that scrawls his right side.
“Should be easy. I know Ethan has experience in this, but I want to see how creative you can be, Jay. Copy him if you have to. I want to see what makes Cersei scream.”
Oh. Okay. Ew.
"This will be fun. Ethan steps away from Jaime and shrugs off his shirt. He shrugs off his sweatpants, leaving just his underwear on before he crawls onto the bed, moving Mick's right side. He trails kisses down Mick's abdomen with care, a soft little hum on his lips.
Jaime gently unlaces the vambrace and leaves the gilded hand to the side safely. He reminds himself that he does, indeed, want this, at least for the new experience. He quickly enough drops his pants and steps out of them, ever so softly biting his lower lip in a way that shows he's still nervous. Finally, he climbs onto the bed. There's brief hesitation while he decides what to do, but Ethan moves to give him room, watching with a grin.
Jaime might as well fill that request, but what he does might surprise Mick. He speaks, his voice low and warm, just above a whisper.
"It's always in secret- so carefully planned that not a soul will find out. Of course, they just can't. And it's that passion that makes it so memorable." Slowly...ever so slowly...Jaime leans in to plant a soft kiss on Mick's chin. There's a pause, and then he trails a long, lazy path towards the nape of the man's neck. He has to balance on his good hand, so what he's up to is more careful, and plotted. He moves so he can rest on his right side, his hand sliding down...down...down just a bit more...
"Secretive is always....always the preference," he replies, making a small noise at Jaime's touch. Ethan is met with caresses of Mick's hand, head, shoulder, whatever he can reach. He'll pay attention to both, that's the only good way to do it. "Here no one cares, you lose that edge that can be brought when you just might get found out. But there's other ways to find the desired affect."
Mick knows all too well.
The touches get him to squirm, for once reacting as both of them made their marks. Literally, in some cases, he was sure. There's a moment of hesitation before he brings whoever is closest to him to his face, already breathy from trying to form a reply.
Ethan's letting Jaime do the heavy work right now. He's the newcomer, after all, and they'd all be lying to themselves if they tried to call him anything other than a plaything. He doesn't seem to mind that, however. At all.
Jaime is drawn down towards Mick, his forehead connecting with the other man's. His breathing is steady and warm, and his touch is, as well. In many ways, he's thankful to have been afforded this opportunity. In others, he's baffled that he's let it happen. It should be shameful, shouldn't it? To be absolutely bent to the will of Mick? Whatever. He doesn't care anymore. The rebellion can wait. This? This can't.
Ethan busies himself with just teasing Mick, until Jaime is more or less drawn in. Then, his attention turns to the other man, unless told not to. Jaime abruptly gasps, the few inches he is from Mick's face, eyes widening as Ethan's fingers slip down to the small of his back, and then a bit farther for a gentle massage.
Mick's pleased with the change, watching Ethan touch Jaime in that way he has. He forgets sometimes Ethan is generally the lead, but here it's welcomed and he's enjoying seeing what the cyborg can do here. Mick puts in the extra effort, turning this on Jaime and leaning up to connect his mouth with his, trying to see if Jaime can handle the distraction of Ethan while still focusing on what Mick told him to. Much of this is experimentation, and he's finding he's enjoying it. A thumb brushes down Jaime's cheek, but those brown eyes are locked on Ethan.
"Is this your first one?" Casual conversation when Jaime's getting double treatment. He means the threesome, but Jaime is a noble, he just assumes he's dabbled, even with his oaths. "You'e doing well."
"With women, once." He admits it quietly, breath hitching as Ethan gets a little cheeky with a finger. "I haven't e-" There's a gasp, which entirely cuts off his words. It's easy to guess why, by the grin on Ethan's face.
"You talk too much." Ethan's smooth little purr is accompanied by a slow movement of his hand, suggesting the pump of a finger. "That's what you do when you're nervous, isn't it?" He's not looking for an answer, but he'll have Jaime weak in the knees before too long, knowing what he likes to do.
“He’s on top of me. Let me crawl out before you fuck him into oblivion, yes?” He’s laughing, amused with Ethan’s abruptness. “That’s my boy, making Lords all whiny and shaky. He’s going to take good care of you, my Lord.”
His last words are a purr before he distracts Jaime for Ethan, letting him get the knight prep. Mick wont be participating that way, DP might break the knight and he’s quite comfortable where he is. Jaime’s reactions have Mick laughing against his skin, finding this too good. Damn, Jaime smells so nice...
“Is he ready, E? You want him?” He’ll find some other way to entertain himself, seems like Ethan’s ready to go.
It probably would break him. Best to ease him into something like that. As far as Cersei has pushed him, that would be a first. He stays quiet, save for a little gasp when one finger becomes two, becomes three. He remains situated over Mick, although he's virtually resting on the other's chest at this moment in time. He tries to quiet noises of pleasure into Mick's shoulder, but it might not work out very well.
"He's ready." Ethan's silky voice is full of excitement. "If I don't wear him out completely, I've got an idea that you and I can't do because of my weight." He gently pulls Jaime down towards him a bit more, spreading the other's legs a bit further. The knight is flushed and clearly wanting. It won't take much to make him turn into a wreck.
Ethan isn't going to wait. He positions himself once he's removed his hand, and his first thrust is abrupt and fast. Jaime is jolted forward a bit by it, the breath drawn from his lungs
Mick keeps Jaime on him, feeling what Ethan's doing and maybe feeling just a little jealous. Then again, it's perfectly reasonable why.
Mick takes Jaime's face now, kissing him to try and tear him away from Ethan's thrusts. Eventually, he'll just let Jaime rest on him, and Mick's hand goes over him to touch Ethan, hand resting on his tattoo as his other moves to claw Jaime's hair. The closeness is odd but Mick doesn't mind how Jaime feels on him, or the friction.
There is a moment, though, that Mick claws his nails into Ethan's skin, cradling Jaime as Ethan does his thing. He wants Ethan to wear him out, and by the sound of it, he's getting there.
Jaime lets himself be buffeted by all of this, more or less driven to being a wreck. Ethan's relentless. He's forcing moans from Jaime and making sure he'll remember this clearly. He loves it when Mick plays with his hair like that, and it's all at once relaxing and incredibly erotic.
Mick's nails get the exact expected response, and as Ethan gets closer to a climax, he drives the pace as quickly as he feels comfortable doing so. This leaves Jaime feeling close to collapse, but Ethan holds his hips to keep it from happening entirely. Jaime's overwhelmed, not really working on kissing or pleasing Mick right now. Ethan's pushing him hard, and considering it's the first time for them, too, it's impressive. It probably leaves Mick to wonder what he's like with other partners, and just how rough and dominant he can get.
Jaime, on the other hand, seems to belong in the exact role he's stepped into. Cersei's had years to train him well, after all.
Ethan is close, and he murmurs the warning into Jaime's ear before nipping at it and pushing to climax. His moan is loud and his movements more frantic as he reaches the peak of pleasure. The sensation gets a whine from Jaime, who ducks his head against Mick and works to keep from panting too loudly. After all, nobody's actually reached that inside him before. The sensation is odd, but he loves it.
Mick’s pleased enough feeling them both, Ethan’s shoulders tensing and then relaxing, how loud he is, and Jaime’s own relaxing. There’s some wiggling on Mick’s part, but that’s so he can manage to lean over Jaime to get to Ethan, giving him a reward before combing his finger through Jaime’s hair. He’s working to guide Ethan beside them, manipulating him to that he’ll be exactly where he wants them.
“He’s good, isn’t he? Our first time, he was much gentler,” Mick’s focused on his scratching, trying to keep Jaime from moving where he is. Though he doesn’t exactly think the knight is going to be quick to move. “I’m impressed.”
High words of praise from Mick Rawson.
"Very good." Jaime is breathless, and he just rests where he's wanted. The scratches in his hair are nice as his body remains on high alert from what just happened. Ethan happily moves beside them, grinning, although catching his breath. "Almost too much."
"Just you wait until I have a few hours with you some day. You'll be begging by the first twenty minutes, and you'll be a wreck by the end." That's ominous. Ethan does like to tease and play, though, nearly as much as he likes to be at Mick's mercy sometimes. E glances to Mick, a brow raising. He doesn't know if Mick has something else planned or not.
“Wot?” He glances over to Ethan, and then looks down at Jaime. “You wanna pry him off I could do something for you. But I think he’s about done.”
He snorts, hand moving from Jaime’s hair to pull Ethan closer, paying him a bit more attention with a few kisses. Mick could go for a round, but he could also use the closeness. He doesn’t mind either way.
“Your back good enough for you’re side?” Oh, is he trying to initiate a cuddle session? Probably. “If not we could adjust. Either way.”
There’s more kisses, and he’s paying Jaime no mind, completely lost right now in what he’s giving Ethan, as slow as it is.