Hi, OroDan or maybe OroDanTsu? #161, please. Whatever you pick, both intrigue me :)
#161 - Goddess/God, from this prompt list (still accepting!)
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No place feels quite so close to the heavens as their bed, and never closer than the cherished moments when he’s embraced by the two that hold his heart. Two who cross like night and day, like sun and moon, rarely in the same place at once, but when they are, the sky is filled with beauty.
And Dan, like Icarus, must find a way to meet them both in the vastness of that great expanse.
Of course, it helps quite a lot when they meet him there in that liminal space instead, in a crash of hot skin and muscled flesh, where Dan’s vision is curtained in alternating haloes of black and gold. It’s there that his conscious thoughts are reduced to the sounds of breathy laughter in his ear, to breathe in vanilla sweetness or be snatched away to drown in sharply fanged kisses.
Two mouths, two tongues, two pairs of hands - the combination wreaks havoc on his wits and his resolve, and he’s helpless to stop them. Especially when they are the ones who conspired to make this moment happen because he is the one who has been away this time.
Dan can merely hang on for dear life, and learn to fly.
“Do you have any idea how much we’ve missed you?” Tsunade sighs against his cheek, her words humid and soft, falling like dark honey from her lips.
He can’t answer, half-dazed by the onslaught of their attentions. And who wouldn’t be, held as he is, with both his wrists pinned back in her iron grip, stronger than any binding could ever hope to be.
Worshipful hands, pale and graceful, glide across the sinews and planes of his torso, as Orochimaru leisurely straddles his hips. Their dark lover is a monochrome vision, dropping white-hot kisses in a firm line up his sternum. Each kiss feels like a singular brand marking his very soul, and it’s as if there is not a single, solitary inch of his body that has not become reacquainted with this sensation tonight.
“Such a measure is simply not quantifiable, Dan-bird. What matters is that we have you now,” Orochimaru says, his golden eyes fixing him with their resplendent glimmer, as if lit from within.
Those eyes don’t let go, they never let go, even as their bodies become one. They share one breath, one pulse, and when lost in passion, their chakra melds, as if it was always meant to be joined. The feeling is so intense that Dan sometimes wonders if he has accidentally left his body and truly entered Orochimaru’s spiritual landscape. It never happens, but theirs is a curious affinity, it always has been.
Tsunade joins them in sweet pleasure, ever generous, ever demanding, and the joy of fulfillment is complete. As Dan lies between them, with the sweat of their lovemaking still drying on his skin, something in the space feels hallowed, sacred.
As if divinity is truly found wherever the three are one.
