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Characters/Pairings: Yozak/Gwendal/Gunter
Word Count: 668
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: None
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kkm_challenge. Prompt: Threesome
The trick to a good threesome is figuring out all the logistics. First, you need a surface that will support the three of you and whatever flopping and rolling around you like to do when you’re having relations. Personally, I like a mattress on the floor. Somehow someone always ends up falling on the floor when you go for beds and tables. But it is all situational. Don’t rule out the baths, tents, or your more spacious carriages.
Next, you have to figure out where everyone’s parts are going. And I don’t just mean the fun parts—hands, legs, heads—it’s all important. Even the hair has to be dealt with. Nothing will break the mood faster than kneeling on someone’s ridiculously long hair. Your once fun roll in the hay may dissolve into a brawl.
Of course all that is just the sex part and it is easy compared to what comes before it. The dynamics of three people all choosing to let their guards down and get messy with each other is too complicated for me to worry about. I just go with the flow. And I’ve flowed into enough of these situations to know that it is harder for some than others.
Take the two I’m with right now as an example. They have about a thousand reasons why they shouldn’t be doing exactly what they are doing. But sometimes the wanting is just going to beat the knowing.
When this all started it was just the three of us discussing tactical plans. They were getting rather heated over it, and I just sat back and waited to see what they’d do. The kid has brought a lot of changes with him, but there is still a line between the nobility and the riffraff like me, so I wasn’t about to push.
The sun got bored of waiting and went to bed, but the three of us were still hold up in Gwendal’s office. Not the best location for one of these by the way. There is nothing soft in that place except those ridiculous yarn balls of his.
Anyway, the maids were long gone, but they had left us a couple of bottles of wine for our late night. No one was drunk, but von Christ had convinced himself that we thought he had enjoyed his drink a little too much. With his disguise in place he was all set to accidentally touch Gwendal. First it was the arm and the hand as he would make a point. Next, he’d really want to drive something home, so naturally he’d touch his chest. And if his hand lingered a little too long we could just blame it on the wine.
It was all very entertaining for me to watch the prince’s reactions. He likes to pretend he is as rocky as his powers on the outside, but on the inside he is as soft as they come and more than a little inexperienced in all this, not that I haven’t given him a few lessons.
I expected to be kicked out any moment, but to my surprise Gwendal’s eyes kept flickering to me once he remembered I was there. He wanted some kind of pretence for getting me closer, so he asked me to hand him a map. Well, it’s all in the line of duty, right?
I won’t bore you with the details, and it would be boring. Hours of will they or won’t they for a few minutes of we did. Well, more than a few minutes maybe.
Actually, von Christ is a little surprising in bed. With that long, perfect hair of his and those manicured finger nails I wasn’t expecting him to get quite so wild. I did know about Gwendal’s moaning though. He sounds just like a bar maid I spent a week in Caloria with one night. Oh, I could tell you stories about that too, but it looks like these two are ready for another round, so maybe next time.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Yozak/Gwendal/Gunter
Word Count: 668
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: None
Author's Note: Written for round 10 at
kkm_challenge. Prompt: ThreesomeThe trick to a good threesome is figuring out all the logistics. First, you need a surface that will support the three of you and whatever flopping and rolling around you like to do when you’re having relations. Personally, I like a mattress on the floor. Somehow someone always ends up falling on the floor when you go for beds and tables. But it is all situational. Don’t rule out the baths, tents, or your more spacious carriages.
Next, you have to figure out where everyone’s parts are going. And I don’t just mean the fun parts—hands, legs, heads—it’s all important. Even the hair has to be dealt with. Nothing will break the mood faster than kneeling on someone’s ridiculously long hair. Your once fun roll in the hay may dissolve into a brawl.
Of course all that is just the sex part and it is easy compared to what comes before it. The dynamics of three people all choosing to let their guards down and get messy with each other is too complicated for me to worry about. I just go with the flow. And I’ve flowed into enough of these situations to know that it is harder for some than others.
Take the two I’m with right now as an example. They have about a thousand reasons why they shouldn’t be doing exactly what they are doing. But sometimes the wanting is just going to beat the knowing.
When this all started it was just the three of us discussing tactical plans. They were getting rather heated over it, and I just sat back and waited to see what they’d do. The kid has brought a lot of changes with him, but there is still a line between the nobility and the riffraff like me, so I wasn’t about to push.
The sun got bored of waiting and went to bed, but the three of us were still hold up in Gwendal’s office. Not the best location for one of these by the way. There is nothing soft in that place except those ridiculous yarn balls of his.
Anyway, the maids were long gone, but they had left us a couple of bottles of wine for our late night. No one was drunk, but von Christ had convinced himself that we thought he had enjoyed his drink a little too much. With his disguise in place he was all set to accidentally touch Gwendal. First it was the arm and the hand as he would make a point. Next, he’d really want to drive something home, so naturally he’d touch his chest. And if his hand lingered a little too long we could just blame it on the wine.
It was all very entertaining for me to watch the prince’s reactions. He likes to pretend he is as rocky as his powers on the outside, but on the inside he is as soft as they come and more than a little inexperienced in all this, not that I haven’t given him a few lessons.
I expected to be kicked out any moment, but to my surprise Gwendal’s eyes kept flickering to me once he remembered I was there. He wanted some kind of pretence for getting me closer, so he asked me to hand him a map. Well, it’s all in the line of duty, right?
I won’t bore you with the details, and it would be boring. Hours of will they or won’t they for a few minutes of we did. Well, more than a few minutes maybe.
Actually, von Christ is a little surprising in bed. With that long, perfect hair of his and those manicured finger nails I wasn’t expecting him to get quite so wild. I did know about Gwendal’s moaning though. He sounds just like a bar maid I spent a week in Caloria with one night. Oh, I could tell you stories about that too, but it looks like these two are ready for another round, so maybe next time.
