Shaking the Cage [NSFW, closed]

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It was, for all intents and purposes, highly likely to be entirely Dreuer's fault that he and Elias found themselves in this predicament. The former Bhaalspawn has, after all, an unfortunate propensity for starting fights and getting into trouble. And now they're stuck, trapped behind bars, unable to break out.

As much fun as it was watching Dreuer's bullshit from the side, Elias did not appreciate being dragged into it. As per usual, he tried talking his way out of the mess, wanting to leave Dreuer to his well deserved fate, but the bard was deemed an accomplice either way and neither Tymora nor his silver tongue spared him ending up in the very same cage as the tiefling. "If your long ears were any good, you would've listened to me and let me speak with words instead of speaking with your fists, dear. What do you intend to do now?"

"It was a last resort, turning to using my fists." He growls, sweeping his claws through the hair in front of his face. He would try to pace, but it is impossible to move anywhere without bumping into Elias. "I didn't have my swords to hand. There would have been a much quicker resolution if I had."

"Oh, but of course! Because killing whoever stepped on your tail would never result in anything equally annoying to being locked up, like a pursuit for revenge for example. If only I was half as smart as you. Alas, the only half I have is that of an elf." Elias couldn't help but talk the way he would to a child. Or a dog. His legs were way too long for such a confined space, and he could barely take a breath without the danger of his chest brushing against Dreuer, one way or another. In times like these, he really wished he was a druid, able to turn into a tiny mouse and scuttling away.

The tiefling hisses, a flash of his sharp teeth behind his broken lips. "Do not test me." He snarls, his voice a deep rumble. Would that it were the only time Dreuer's hair trigger temper had gotten him into trouble. "We are alone in here. The guard has left. They believe this place inescapable." He growls, lifting his arms to press at the cage roof. "They underestimate us."

"You should know by now that you're beastly theatrics have no effect on me, my dear. Or at least not one that you'd want in this situation." Elias grinned, watching Dreuer struggle with a mischievous sparkle in his green eyes. Of course he'd rather not be caged like some wild animal, let alone for something he didn't do directly, but that didn't mean he wanted to die of boredom before anything else. "My, if there only was a big strong man around that could test the physical limits of our little prison..." He stopped hiding his amusement at the tiefling's efforts, with no intention to act unless very nicely asked to.

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His patience is already worn. That much is evident. Being stuck like this would do little to remedy that. He reaches over Elias’ shoulder to pull at the bars with a snarl. There is very little give in them, no loose hinges to be rattled apart. Not that he can immediately feel.

"Oh dear, that's very straightforward of you! Whatever happened to ten years of courting before pulling such moves?" There was playfulness in Elias' voice, but he couldn't help eyeing Dreuer's face now that it was so close to his own. Staring at the wild, bright eyes shimmering with anger made the bard unconsciously slow down his breathing. Elias cleared his throat, catching himself... mesmerized, which was rather silly in this situation. "If you weren't as stubborn as a mule, you'd ask me for help, you know?"

The growl rumbles to a poignant silence. His fingers close around the bars as he stares into the bard’s eyes. “Is now where you tell me some cock and bull horseshit story about being a jailbreaker?” He snarls. Gods, the man’s attractive. It’s hard to ignore in such close quarters. He can smell him, the way he used to smell his prey. It does little to cool his blood.

"*Please*, as if I would ever let myself get caught." Elias rolled his eyes, a little bit offended by the assumption. "Or mix in with the likes that get caught." He added, holding Dreuer's challenging gaze, his back straightening and chest brushing against the former Bhaalspawn's. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he placed them on the bars behind his thighs, resting against them lightly.

He snarls again, immediately defensive. His tail shakes as he lets go of the bars. This place is too small not to touch the man, there’s no escaping it. “So then why, by the Lord of Bones, would I ask for your advice?”

The bard's head turned to the left and then right theatrically in slow, exaggerated motions, before he looked at the tiefling again, squinting. "No idea, Dreuer, maybe because there's no one else around and I happen to be stuck with your hissing and growling ass? Just an idea though. But I suppose I'd sooner die than hear a "help me" from you, and I don't plan on dying here." With these words, Elias sighed and just like Dreuer did earlier, put his palms on the roof of their cell, directly above his inmate's head, closing in the distance between them again. Despite putting his entire power into pushing, nothing happened, other than Elias humiliating himself. Perhaps he shouldn't have bragged about his strength.

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Dreuer watches, rolling his eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake..." He grunts, reaching up to grasp his hands alongside Elias'. He's not sure how he's helping, but it's at least an attempt. It pushes him flush against the other, chest to chest.

Dreuer was not helping. In fact, he was only making things worse, being so close, his scent hitting Elias' nostrils, his voice so low the bard could feel it vibrating in the other man's chest. He could feel Dreuer's breath close to his lips, feel the heat of the tiefling's body against his own and all of a sudden he forgot they were trapped. "You're playing a dangerous game, constantly throwing yourself at me like that, my good sir."

His fingers flex around cold steel bars. There's something enticing about the sting. For a brief moment, his mind is filled with the blissful image of tearing them down and plunging them into Elias' pliant flesh... Now is not the time for Urges. He shakes his head with a huff, letting his arms fall, his biceps tingling from the brief exertion. "What do you want, Elias?" His snarl is a deep rumble. His tail shifts, flicking back and forth between his ankles. He can almost taste his own heartbeat.

"What do I want? My, I'm afraid the list would never end. Riches, fame, you to rail me at some point, get out of here, get drunk, riches... Did I also mention money, booze and sex?" He meant it all. No matter how much of a pain in the ass Dreuer was, Elias couldn't lie to himself about the obvious attraction he felt towards him. He gave the bars one last push before sighing again and letting go to rest his back against yet more bars with his head tilted back, staring at Dreuer with exposed neck, another smirk dancing in the corner of his lips.

what did he just say? No one was attracted to Dreuer. That was Dreuer’s default understanding of the world, he was wretched and despised, his history was bleak and hateful. No one saw him. No one was attracted to him. No one liked him. “… Don’t lie to me.” He growls, though there’s an almost recognisable glint of hope on those mismatched eyes.

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"Lie about what exactly? I assure you, there's no need for me to lie about my desires right now." He let out a chuckle, not sure where Dreuer saw deception in his words, looking at him with something almost close to affection. It's not like lying about his primitive, simple wants would change anything about their situation. "Perhaps you're giving me too much credit, thinking me more complex than I really am."

He wants to turn away. Running away from his feelings like he always does when they overwhelm him. To sulk off somewhere dark and unseen, to smoke his pipe and growl at anyone who came too close. Truly a repellent being. At least that’s what he assumed they thought. Maybe even hoped. He couldn’t turn away from Elias. The cage is too small, there is no escape. Was he being cruel? Teasing him? Elias was a bastard but not that much of a bastard… right? The way he was reclining on the bars made the curve of his throat look indecently biteable. Dreuer swallows. “Stop making this worse.” He growls. Elias was lying. He had to be.

"How am I making this worse? You're the one growling at me whatever I say or do, accusing me of lying. What exactly do you want, Dreuer? Kill me?" He let out yet another sigh, now completely serious. Elias was a shithead most of the time, but seeing the former Bhaalspawn in such sour mood made him want to cut the teasing off. There was no banter, and if it went only one way, then it was just bullying. He was no monster unaware of other people's feelings, and he could tell there was something going on inside Dreuer that he couldn't name.

He forces himself to look away, dragging his gaze down to his own hand. There was a scar he couldn’t remember on his palm, which always irked him. “I do not want you dead, Elias.” He growls. It was quite the contrary, truly. Elias was spectacular. One of the most beautiful people he had ever known, but to admit that out loud would open woulds he would rather ignore and lick clean in private. But here he couldn’t hide. Turning and running would help nothing. He didn’t want Elias to feel uncomfortable either. He was running out of thoughts, and running down to raw emotions. Bare drives, that knew what they wanted. He looks back up at him, his lip twitching. This wasn’t helping them to get free from their imprisonment. But yet… “… *I want you*.”

An audible gasp almost escaped his lips, but Elias managed to contain his surprise in a polite but slightly shocked smile. "Pardon?" And then a wave of sudden heat flooded his chest and lower stomach, the blood in his ears started pumping unbearably loud once the realization hit. *I want you*. That was enough for Eli to pull Dreuer closer by the back of his neck, lips almost but still not touching, only hot breaths clashing. "Which part of me do you want? My body? The man behind the facade? Or the Canary? Take your pick." Elias' other hand rested gently on Dreuer's hip, sliding towards his lower back where the base of his tail was.

Smart words. Elias had a silver tongue, and the questions that slipped from it seemed to roar in Dreuer’s ears. His lip curls in a further snarl as he fights against his own inhibitions. But there was no room for inhibitions here. “Just kiss me Elias.” He growls, before closing the minute distance. The bard had been infuriating him for months. Coy smiles, arrogance in his voice, swagger on his stride. He wanted to despise him, but all it served to do was fill his mind with debauched and bloodstained thoughts. The hand reaching for his tail causes his hips to cant forwards, and he reaches over Elias’ shoulder to grasp the bars once more.

Elias didn't like his questions left unanswered, even less if it was Dreuer that avoided them. He grabbed the tiefling by the jaw, hard enough to keep him in place, but not enough to hurt him in any way. "Not so quick. Be good and answer my question first. Which part of me do you want?" The half-elf whispered in a low, raspy voice, while his fingertips caressed the ridges on Dreuer's tail.

The tiefling’s head is a roaring mess. Swirls of confusion, self doubt and the ever present snarl of his Dark Urge. “You’re the one who wants me to fuck you.” His words are a shaking gasp. “As if I don’t know who you are. The mind that turns behind your eyes.” He presses in closer. “You fascinate me. Every aspect, every scintilla.” He runs his hand up the man’s clothed chest to close his fingers around his jaw. His claws scratch against stubble. “I see you. All of you. And I hunger for it, and if this is some cruel joke at my expense to have me mewling like your pet then you will not live to see the world outside this cage.” There it is. The thread of vulnerability, stringing together his words. An uneasy tremor that speaks of the man’s deep insecurity. No one wants Dreuer. No one likes Dreuer. Especially not if he likes them.

"The only joke here is you thinking it's some elaborate plan to hurt you. Gods, you're ridiculous sometimes. " He put his hand over Dreuer's, gently pulling on it to release himself from its grasp and bring it to his lips instead. They placed a soft kiss on the bruised knuckles, while the bard's cat eyes stared into Dreuer's face distorted by a pained expression. "We could just fuck, of course. But knowing you see me as I am and still yearn for me... We could have more than sex. And I want it." He kissed the inside of the warlock's hand, and then kissed his wrist, pressing his lips where he could feel the blood running fast. Did Dreuer really think him that cruel? What fun would it be to play with the feelings of the man he wanted, body and soul? It stung somewhere in Elias' chest, as if some invisible force was probing his insides with a needle.

It’s so soft a touch that even if this is an elaborate lie, he’s not sure he would pull away from it. Elias was cunning. He was clever, he was quick. Dreuer wasn’t sure that he was a cruel man. “… why now?” He turns his hand, tracing his thumb over the apple of his cheek. “Because I have nowhere to run?” He tries to move but the cage is restrictive. It’s too hot in here. His tail clangs against the bars.

Elias's head followed the touch, snuggling his cheek deeper against Dreuer's palm. He sighed, smiling again, though weakly, with a shadow of sadness behind the grimace. "Perhaps. You are forced to face me after all. Who knows if I would ever pin you down if it wasn't for this mess... And now that we're here, let me show you how serious I am." His long fingers traced the line of Dreuer's cheekbone before diving into his messy hair, the other hand pressed the tiefling to Elias' hips, his mouth finally sinking into the other man's.

The sound he makes is somewhere caught between surprise, and pure relief. How long had he been dreaming of this, if he was honest with himself? Elias’ skin is warmer than his own, the ever present chill of a man with poor circulation brought on by his own atrocious habits. He trails his hand from his face to his neck, pressing away from the bars to claim his place against the man he couldn’t escape from even if he wanted to. He wraps his free hand around his waist, pulling in to deepen the kiss, to part his lips and explore beyond.

A deep moan escaped Elias' throat, muffled by the tongue entering his mouth. He couldn't stop the little hums of pleasure when they were so close, entangled in a kiss at last. His hips moved on their own, grinding against Dreuer's, his thigh slipped between his legs to press against his crotch while Elias sucked on the tiefling's tongue with a growl. The bard's body was quick to react, and he could feel his underwear already sticking to him uncomfortably.

It should be illegal to make such indecent sounds. The moans and growls that rise in the half elf’s throat shoot through Dreuer to his groin, an impatient hardness already easy to detect through his leathers. He ruts against the thick thigh pressed against him on instinct. “Gods below I want to taste you.” He growls deep, biting at his lip. “I have been thinking of it for a tenday at least.” He trails over the line of his jaw, catching the hot muscle of his throat between his teeth. He felt selfish. He wanted to bruise him, he wanted people to see. He leans back, clattering against the cage and dragging Elias with him, a firm hand in his hair.

Gods, how good it felt to have those sharp teeth clenching around his flesh. Nothing made him feel more alive then the sweet, stinging pain of being bitten into like a piece of meat. The sensation drew yet another moan out of Elias as his nails dug into Dreuer's scalp. He was already heaving, the heat between his thighs begging to be taken care of. He felt himself throbbing from desire. "A tenday at least and yet you never made a move... I must warn you, I am a messy lover. It's going to be even messier given how pent up I am." He panted with a relaxed smile and a meek chuckle. "But fuck, put that tongue to good use." Elias guided Druer's hand to the waistband of his trousers, and then lower, rubbing it against his clit through the layers of clothing with a purr.

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His hand moves where guided, his lip curling as he bites and suckles at his throat. He cannot speak with his mouth full, but he manages a deep, indulgent moan as he feels the heat between Elias’ thighs. He wants him, he’s hungry. His tongue lavishes against his flesh as he pulls his hand free to fight against the lacing of his clothes, and slide his hand underneath to feel,uninhibited, the wetness of his cunt. He snarls again, this time tailing to a wanton little moan.

Dreuer's fingers felt cold, almost like ice when they came in contact with his nearly burning and slick pussy, and the divinely sweet touch made Elias gasp. "Please, be careful with your claws..." he muttered, bowing his head to watch the pale hand move underneath his underwear and pants. He rocked his hips slowly, pushing them down to let Dru's fingers sink between his folds and rub them against his entire length, now completely soaked. A whimper slipped out through his tightened lips. Elias wrapped his arms around Dreuer's neck, bringing their faces close again, panting into his mouth before uttering a breatheless whisper. "See how wet I am for you? I couldn't fake it even if I tried."

His teeth draw back, dragging his lips over bruised skin. He kisses his throat languidly as he works his fingers through his folds. “You are dripping…” He growls deeply. *for me*, he thinks privately. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud but he might at least believe it. “I will take care.” He moves, his lips rising to just beneath Elias’ ear. “Do you trust me, Elias?” He bites his earlobe as his fingers press in, shallow and careful as they sweep forwards to tease the hot bud of his clit, rubbing in achingly steady circles. His tail flicks out behind him, gauging the size of the cage, feeling for if there is enough room to put himself on his knees.

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"*Fuck*, I do." His breathing sped up, and gods he thought he could finish just from being rubbed and bitten, with Dru's ridiculously arousing voice next to his ear. Before he completely lost himself in the sensation, Elias untangled one of his arms from around Dreuer's neck to bluntly grope his cock through the leather clothes hugging it tightly. The hardness and size almost made him moan again. The very thought of all the bumps and ridges running through his length was enough to turn Elias' knees into cotton. "Once we're out, I'm going to ride you until you see white."

He groans again, the feel of hands through his leathers made his pulse leap in his veins. He had to taste him. Even then, if this was some twist of cruelty or even a fever dream brought on by the tussle and the heat, he could at least bear the memory. He is rough handed as he parts Elias’ clothing, both hands needed for the task. He reaches to remove the hand from where it teased his cock through his clothing, instead guiding him to close those fingers around the arc of his horn, holding his gaze as he falls to his knees. “Keep your promises.” He growls, manoeuvring himself in the awkward space and pulling his free hand to his lips to suck his fingers clean. “And I’ll fuck you so hard you cannot walk.” He leans into him, the scent of his skin and his wetness tantalising as he inhales deeply through his nose, before leaning in to close his mouth over his bud with a rumbling groan. What bliss.

Elias immediately pulled on Dreuer's horn, using his other hand to push his head deeper between his already shaking legs with a whine. He'd close his eyes to fully focus on the feeling of the tiefling's hot mouth on his clit, the way his tongue swirled around it, drawing more moans and whimpers out of him, but Dreuer looked just too good to miss out on the sight. The tip of his beautifully crooked nose caressed Eli's blonde bush with every move, dark lashes casted shadows on his cheeks. So unrealistically gorgeous he could as well be just a dream. His fingers wrapped around Dreuer's horn trailed down its shape all the way to the place it grew out of his forehead, wanting to caress the very base. "I am... a man of my word... I trust you are as well... Oh, fuck, Dreuer."

He doesn’t reply - it’s bad manners to speak when one’s mouth is full. And besides, he’s *starving*… He drags his clit through his teeth lightly to suckle the tip before whirling back to drink him in. Every pass of his tongue reached inside, dragging back out to tease the parts of Elias that made him moan so beautifully. He grips his thigh, grips his ass. His hips thrust blindly in the air as his body flexes and moves in instinctive desire. He wanted his mouth filled, wanted to drink him in, and then once empty, to fill him again with his own cum. The thought is so debauched it makes him moan loudly against the man, burying his face into his groin.

Elias cried out as shivers ran through his entire body, triggered by every touch of Dreuer's hands, claws, teeth and tongue. He knew he wasn't lasting long, that he would come very soon, but couldn't find the words or voice to warn his lover. His eyes went hazy from pleasure, mind blank and overtaken by nothing but lust. He wanted Dreuer so badly, to feel him inside, stretching Eli with his cock while growling into his ears. He wanted to be claimed, marked, filled and left trembling, cum dripping down his thighs and throat sore. "I'm close... Stop or... You'll get all wet and dirty..." His voice was weak, breaking from moans that kept escaping his lips, and contradictory to his words, he kept grinding against Dreuer's mouth, blissfully lost in stimulation.

His grip tightens, a consuming sound in his throat as he open mouths Eli’s slit again, losing composure as he laps at him greedily. He only parts for a moment, and not far enough away that he cannot still feel the man against his lips. “I don’t care.” It’s an unrestrained growl, a desperate plea. “I want you to soak me.” He huffs, his thumb pressing into the crease of Elias’ hip as his eyes close. He can feel his muscle and bone moving under his skin, beneath the palm of his hand. The easy flexion of a man lost in desire.

How was he supposed to hold it in when Dru's hot breath collided with his swollen clit and his response was so damn hot? Without a word, he grabbed his hair tight, pulling him back to sucking and licking, shamelessly rocking his hips in the rhythm he set. "You're good... So, so good, gods-" The world around stopped existing, there was only Dru's mouth fucking him relentlessly to the squelching, dirty sounds of saliva and slick getting mixed all over his cunt. Orgasm hit hard, nearly blinding him when he came with a scream, almost surprised how sudden it was. He bucked his hips violently, parting himself from Dreuer's lips as he squirted, and gods, it went everywhere; Dru's face and clothes, and Elias' quivering thighs and pants. "I, uh... told you."

The moan that leaves his chest as Eli comes is abhorrently filthy. He laps at him, uncoordinated, desperate to fill himself with every drop given. If he had known… gods… he would have found a place far more fitting to drown in the man. He turns his head, biting into the flesh of Eli’s now wet thigh. He could feel the muscle beneath as it quivered. “And I told you I don’t care.” It soaks his leathers, running In rivulets over his chest as he nuzzles into the crease of the half elf’s leg, steadying his breathing, struggling to keep his composure. “I’ve not stopped wondering how you would sound if I pulled you apart with my teeth.”

Elias hissed at the bite, loosening his grip on black hair, now petting it slowly with a trembling hand as he drank in the pain. His muscles started relaxing again and he finally managed to catch his breath. "Perhaps this is where we leave it, so you can wonder what it'd be like to fuck me instead, damnit. Get up so I can kiss your stupid face."

He looks up, breathless, his eyes wide and pleading, his chin and beard soaked. He licks his lips, sated as he rises to his feet - with minimal complaint from his knees - and surges forward without hesitation to kiss him. He felt drunk and dizzy, his thoughts were swimming, his cock felt like an agony pushing against the front of his trousers, untouched and soaking his underwear beneath, cooling against his skin. He takes hold of Elias’ hand not clutching into his hair, interlocking his fingers and pushing it back beside their heads against the bars. His kiss is hot, heavy and indulgent, his tongue twisting, wondering loudly what Eli thought of the taste.

A low groan reverberated between their fighting tongues before Elias broke the kiss. He didn't care about being filthy or disgusting when he licked Dru's lips and all around them with another moan, cleaning up the mess he made. He liked it. The taste of his cum mixed with his lover's spit, how dirty it felt to rub it on their tongues. He let go of the tiefling's hair, using his only free hand to stroke his cock still painfully stuck behind layers of leather. "Undo your trousers for me, darling. Let me touch you more." Though simply touching wouldn't satisfy him. What he wanted was to taste, wrap his tongue around him and take him deep down his throat until he'd start gagging on him. And then take Dreuer inside his pussy, clench around him and not let go until he fills him with cum.

"Well, well, well. Now this isn't something I was expecting to see when I got word that the two of you had landed yourselves in a cage~" The paladin steps into the light, then, a smirk on his face as he looks the pair over, taking note of their disheveled states and Dru's soaked leathers. "Now, would you like me to get you out of there, or would you prefer to continue fucking each other's brains out in such a cramped space?~" He knows he's being a little shit, he just enjoys riling the both of them up.

That familiar voice. Dreuer growls, his teeth bared, disheveled hair trailing in his eyes as his tail smacks back against the steel. “Your timing is atrocious Adriel.” He snaps, fingers clenching into a fist in the front of Eli’s clothing.

"If I had to choose, I'd have my brains fucked out and then get out of here. I'm open to suggestions though!" There was not a sliver of shame in his voice or demeanor, it wasn't the first time he's been found with his ass out and about after all. He'd like it if Adriel just stood there and watch him getting fucked. There was no way in hells he was ending this day without having at least one dick inside, that was for sure.

He just chuckles and pulls out a key, unlocking the cage with a soft smirk. "Now, now, Dreuer, I don't think your knees will complain about my timing," he says, swinging the door open. He bites his lip as he looks them both over, his gaze heated. "It's generally easier to get your brains fucked out with more room to move, after all~"

For a moment, the old Bhaalspawn is distracted. He watches through the feathers of his hair, his head bowed. “… Where the hells did you get a key from?” He growls, licking his lips. He’s sure that at some point in his life he’s been caught in far more incriminating positions - not that he can remember them - but that does nothing for the blush of dark purple across his freckled cheeks. He’s still hard. Achingly hard. The taste lingering on his lips is doing nothing to calm his appetite.

"Oh, that's a good question! Did our sweet paladin have to dirty his precious hands?" Elias was back to his cocky self, no longer desperately whining, but no less horny. He nonchalantly pulled his pants up, tying up the front laces with dextrous fingers and turned his gaze to clearly frustrated Dru. He reached out to brush the loose strands of hair off his face. "Don't fret, I'll take care of you as soon as we find someplace more comfortable. Perhaps after we get rid of the paladin, unless he wants to join." It was meant as a half joke, not that he'd mind if it actually happened. Elias kept a mischievous smile on his face, cupping Dreuer's cheek with his hand to try and ease his discomfort.

"Oh, you know, what's a little bloodshed when you're rescuing friends?" he asks, chuckling softly. He does raise an eyebrow at Eli's comment, however, the thought obviously intriguing him. "I mean, I'm definitely down to join, if Dreuer isn't opposed to the idea. I know how to share~"

It’s a suggestion that he would typically balk at. This whole situation is one he would typically balk at… but he had nowhere to run and nowhere to conceal his desires. “Get us out Adriel and I will show you how well I share.” It comes out almost as a threat, his tail thrashing against the bars again as he turns his head into Eli’s touch.

"The door is wide open," he says, chuckling again. "You're the ones still standing there." He moves back then, giving the pair plenty of space to move and gesturing towards the door.

Elias pressed a quick kiss to the tiefling's lips, biting on them with an even wider smile. "See how pleasantly surprising you can be when you use your mouth? And given you two keep bragging about how good you are at sharing, I'll let you know I'm quite amazing at multitasking." Holy shit, they were actually into it. The bard couldn't wait to see how the events would unfold, excited as ever. He raised his eyebrow at Adriel, crossing his arms on his chest. "Where are your manners, dear? A gentleman would offer a hand. We're quite high up and Dreuer's knees aren't in the best shape."

“My knees are fine.” Dreuer grunts. He wipes his chin on the back of his sleeve, waking to the edge of the cage, running his hand along Elias’ arm until he steps free. There’s a purring growl in his throat as he rolls his head on his shoulders. He groans, satisfied, as his spine clicks.

He smirks as he extends a hand to Eli, though he can't help but rake his eyes over Dreuer's frame, his gaze settling on the front of his pants. "Mmm, can't wait to see that in action~" He has a one track mind at the moment, apparently.

He grabbed his hand, landing heavily in front of Adriel. Elias stretched his arms and back with a grunt. "Stay back, paladin. You can have a go once you manage to get him hard. Until then, he's all mine." He gave them both a grin before joyfully clapping his hands. "Well then, shall we go?"

“Elias…” Dreuer’s voice continues to rumble in warning. “I won’t be left like this.” His tail flicks back and forth, his gaze is ravenous.

"I can lock the door to this room, if you'd like~" he says, smirking a bit as he undoes the straps for his gauntlets and bracers, soon moving to his chest plate. "Not to mention, I also have a bedroll in my bag of holding."

"Yes, dear? Left like what?" Elias gave the man an innocent look with his eyebrows raised politely, resting his hands on his hips. Then the realization hit. "Oh, you mean to do it *here*! And I hoped for a more romantic setting, like a tavern room reeking of piss, booze and sex. My, wherever did all the proper gentlemen go?" But he couldn't help eyeing Adriel up and down as he was undoing his armour, to ther turn his stare to Dreuer's crotch. His heartbeat sped up again.

“If you want a gentleman, then fuck Adriel.” He growls heavily, looking back at the paladin with an upwards quirk of his lips. “But that isn’t what you asked for.” He looks back at Elias, reaching to cup his chin and hold his gaze. “take off my clothes.” He purrs. He’s never bare - every inch of him ever covered in leather or cloth. To see beneath is a rarity offered to a rare few. “The paladin can wait his turn.”

Eli didn't have to be told twice and Adriel indeed could wait, make himself busy in the meantime. He nearly pounced at Dreuer, his nimble fingers immediately attacked all the belts and laces that needed undoing while his lips were occupied with kissing the pale man's jaw and neck. Elias bit it right under Dru's ear, purring into his skin, and his blood ran even faster now that they were being watched. He was a performer, after all. "Your wish is my command." He muttered before licking Dreuer's exposed collarbone, Elias' lower stomach pressed against his stiff dick, hips desperate to grind up and down its length. His teeth clenched around lightly freckled shoulder while he reached down to undo the tiefling's trousers stained with a damp little spot in the front. Oh, he was going to be delicious.

Dreuer keens softly, his head tilting back to bear his throat as he threads his fingers into Elias’ hair. He lets his clothing fall as it comes undone, shrugging leather to the floor and letting the linen beneath pool around his elbows. The air, though warm, still felt cool where it came to meet daylight. “I hope you are watching.” He turns to Adriel as his hips cant into Elias’ touch. His finger scratch and soothe the half elf’s scalp as he grants him access to his throat and shoulder, “I want you to look. I want you to want it.”

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His mouth is slightly open as he watches the pair, his gaze hungry. "Oh, believe me, I most certainly am watching this." He undoes the rest of his armor by feel alone, his eyes never leaving the expanses of skin laid bare by Eli's actions. He's quickly getting hard as well, the outline of his cock straining against the lacings of his pants as he finished up his own preparations. "Hells, just look at you both...absolutely gorgeous..."

"You're about to see something truly gorgeous." He looked back at Adriel from above his shoulder. Just for a second, to flash a quick smile at him before dropping to his knees, pulling Dreuer's trousers down to his ankles, his cock free and twitching with anticipation at last. It was glorious, covered in those cute bumps, veiny and hard right under Eli's nose, the tip all shiny and sticky with precum. His mouth watered. "My, if you aren't just *perfect*'..." he purred as he fixed his eyes on Dru's face, his lips pressed to the head of his dick and fingers wrapped around its base.

He groans softly when he sees Dreuer's cock, moving so that he has a better view as he palms himself through his pants. "Hells, you're both fucking perfect..." he murmurs, undoing the lacings of his pants quickly as he eyes Dru's cock.

His breathing catches, his chest heaving as he watches Eli fall to his knees. What a perfect sight. He grits his teeth as the bard takes his cock in hand, the ridges running over its surface a mirror to those that trail down his spine. He wants to speak, but the situation has him struck dumb. All he can do his grunt and groan as he cards his fingers roughly into Elias’ hair, holding him in place. He wanted to feel those sweet lips take him in more than anything. And Adriel… gods, his eyes on him felt like fire. Dreuer turns to look, his head falling against his shoulder. “Show me.” He growls, watching the man undress himself. “Show me how this gets you off.”

Dreuer was so incredibly hot when he was commanding, giving orders in his raspy voice that riled Eli up more than he thought it ever could. Its sound and tembre scratched his ears just right, reaching all the way inside to his chest, setting his loins on fire. He wanted to hear more, make him moan and melt under his touch. Elias flicked the soaked tip with his tongue, not enough to taste it properly, then placed a kiss on its side. One after another and each one lower, moving his hand out of the way to cup Dreuer's balls, his dick springing back against his stomach. The bard's thumb and fingers caressed and massaged Dru's sack lightly as his teeth sinked into his hip, then his thigh, before he brushed them lightly along the cock in front of him. He opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip, and at last, took the dick's head inside, lowering it back with his other palm. The red lips closed around it tightly with a purr, his tongue swirling lazily around it. Dreuer tasted so sweet, a bit salty, a bit bitter from sweat. It made Elias squint from ecstasy.

His lips part with a low, shaking moan. Dreuer brings his gaze away from Adriel, back to the man on his knees. He had imagined how skilled those pretty lips would be, and was not disappointed. Every movement of his mouth, his hands and his tongue served to make the tiefling grunt and gasp. Dreuer’s tail twitches erratically, the tufted tip sweeping through the floor like some eldritch feather duster. The teasing swirl of his tongue made Dreuer’s head fall back again, and his deep moan is filthy as his hips cant forwards, wanting more.

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He quickly shoves his pants down, exposing his cock to the cool air as he takes himself in hand, pre already weeping from the head. He groans softly as he watches Eli take Dru in his mouth, slowly stroking himself in time with the blond's movements. He wasn't sure who he envied more in this moment - Dreuer, with his cock buried in the wet heat of Eli's mouth, or Eli, with the weight of the tiefling's cock on his tongue.

The half elf turned his gaze towards Adriel, seeing the sudden movement with the corner of his eye, and raised his eyebrows at the sight. Their eyes met as he took Dreuer deeper, until the tip of his cock met the tight opening of his throat, the inside of his mouth so full of dick and saliva it started dripping from his lips. He hummed with pleasure, content with the intense taste now spread all over his tongue. He slowly moved his head back and forth before picking up the pace, staring into Adriel's blue eyes. The filthy noises of sucking were like music to his ears. Elias let go of Dreuer with a wet pop, stroking him with his hand instead and turning his head to look at him again. "Say love, where do you want to cum?"

good gods the sensation is unholy. He can’t help but fuck into his mouth, the taste of him still heady on his own tongue. He wanted to fill him. He wanted to choke him. He wanted to fuck him apart, to break under the weight of it all. His fingers tighten in Elias’ hair as he pulls back. He is dangerously close to the edge. “Inside you.” He breathes, his lip twitching as he holds his beastly snarls and growls back. “In your mouth, your cunt, your ass I don’t care…” He closes his fingers around Eli’s wrist. “So long as you scream enough for our paladin to forget his Oath for you.”

Oh, he's already on the verge of forgetting his Oath in favor of the view before him, licking his lips as he watches the pair heatedly. He gathers a bit of the precum that's leaking from his cock, using it to ease the friction from his hand as he slowly strokes himself. "Fill him up, Dreuer. I want to be able to taste you when I put my mouth to good use~"

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"Well then, what are you two waiting for? You won't get any filling done while I'm still clothed, right?" He stood up to pull Dreuer into another heated kiss, but looked towards Adriel with expectation, placing the other man's hands over the lacings of his shirt. What fun would it be if he just undressed himself? No, Elias wanted them to lunge at him, rip his garments off and strip him completely naked before getting to enjoy his body. He wanted them to possess him.

He immediately gets to work on stripping Eli of his clothes, kissing over his neck and shoulders once his shirt is removed, mapping out the constellations of freckles with his lips. His fingers trail at the waistband of Eli's pants for a moment before he sinks to his knees, lips still traveling in a blazing trail down his spine as he pulls both pants and smalls down around his ankles. "Step out of your pants for me, darling~"

It's hard to know where to put his hands. He kisses Eli indulgently, his lips are soft and sweet. His hand raises to encircle his waist but meets Adriel's instead... ... now that is interesting. he can feel warm muscle under his cool palm, the physique of a man built for combat. It draws a hungry growl to the back of his throat as his hand dips to squeeze his ass, before he sinks out of reach.

Elias did as told by Adriel, feeling the goosebumps blossoming across his newly exposed skin and shivers running down the nape of his neck in response to his back being caressed. He gasped into Dreuer's mouth, and a soft chuckle followed. His heart was racing, a loud, wild drum between his ribs, his excitement visible in transparent, slippery trickles covering his inner thighs again. The bard's hands found their way to Dreuer's back, trailing all of his ridges all the way down to the base of his tail which he caressed on both sides with the tips of his nails. How he wanted to pull on that tail while fucking Dru from behind. Alas, he was not equipped for such entertainment at the moment.

He leans in once Eli is fully bare, licking up the mess of his arousal from his thighs with a soft moan. "Gods, Elias...you taste absolutely divine..." He doesn't care if his shirt gets soaked, he's got every intention of staying in the splash zone for this if Dreuer lets him.

Dreuer shows no resistance. He pulls in, deepening the kiss, his hands returning to roam Elias’ body in an uncoordinated manner. “Move.” He grunts, pulling the bard’s lip between his teeth. “Both of you. Now.” He clutches his fingers against Eli’s waist to turn him, to press flush against he back. It makes him shudder to feel his cock press between the man’s buttocks. “Face the cage.” He growls. “Hold the bars. Let Adriel taste how wet you are for me while I fuck you from behind.”

Eli licked his lips, every fibre of his body tensed and his hole twitching in anticipation, hungry. Too hungry to keep teasing and delaying, so he followed orders yet again, just like he did back in his mercenary days, brainless and obedient. Feeling Dreuer near his entrance, he adjusted himself to move along his dick with his dripping cunt, getting the slick all over him with a whimper. Adriel's mouth and breath on his thighs did nothing to cool him off, riling him up even more instead. "Break me." he huffed, ready for consequences of this plea.

He shuffles himself into position, licking the rest of the mess from Eli's thighs before dragging his tongue over the underside of Dru's cock where it slips between Eli's folds. He can't help but let out a soft moan, his cock leaking even more pre as he swirls his tongue around Eli's clit, nails dragging lightly over the blonde's thighs.

Dreuer's deep groan resonates in his chest as he feels the wet heat of Eli's cunt and Adriel's tongue press around his cock. He dips his head until his brow meets the bard's shoulders, aligning himself to press inside. How he had dreamed of this... and yet every fantasy he had lying awake in his tent paled into insignificance when compared to the tight heat of the real thing. "Fuck, Elias..." He snarls, turning his head to bite into the meat of his shoulder, and hold himself back from orgasm as best he can. He's still, he can feel his walls clenching around him, but he daren't move until he's sure. It feels like a torturous age before he begins to shift, both hands bracing against the man's hips to grant himself purchase. He starts at a slow, grinding pace but quickly builds to an unforgiving pound.

The noise that escaped his throat was filthier than anything anyone could ever hear in a brothel, loud and feral. It was overwhelming to be taken by Dreuer, filled with his cock and the sensation of its every bump sliding in and out, while Adriel's mouth worked on his clit. Elias arched his back, tilting his head to the side to offer more flesh to bite into. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, vulgar whines and yelps leaving his mouth with every thrust of the tiefling's hips. No thought other than pleasing both men occupied Elias' mind. He wanted Adriel inside, it didn't matter where, as long as his body got to taste the paladin's dick. "Adriel-.... you too... in me-" was all he managed to utter, too focused on Dreuer fucking him senseless, and every other word he could think of turned into a moan.

He stands with a smirk, taking the opportunity to quickly strip himself and toss his clothes to the side before pulling Eli into a heated kiss, nipping lightly at his lip as the head of his cock rubs against his clit. "Would you like me in your mouth, darling?~" he asks, his voice practically a purr.

“I want to feel you as well, Adriel.” The warlock’s purr reverberates as his eyes raise to meet Adriel’s gaze over Elias’ shoulder. He pulls out, agonisingly slowly so that the bard would feel every delightful ridge of his cock. “Can I fuck you in the ass?” He growls, biting at Eli’s earlobe. “I want to feel the paladin in your cunt while I fill your hole.”

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He gasped and then swallowed loudly as his pussy desperately tried to clench around what wasn't there anymore, surprised and disappointed. "Ass...?" Elias mumbled, more to himself than any of the men, so overtaken by carnal lust he could barely form a rational thought. The desire to get all of his holes filled won with any reason. "Just lube it up properly..." He was nothing more than a pretty doll in their hands, and was going to follow whatever they said with a drunken smile.

The tiefling drops to one knee as though bowing to swear fealty. He takes Elias’ backside in both hands. “Ask me to stop, and I will.” He purrs, before burying his face between his cheeks to work him over with his tongue. He was a well accomplished warlock, he knew enough twists and tweaks of prestidigitation to serve his needs.

He groans softly, rubbing his length through Eli's folds before sinking into the welcoming heat of his cunt, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as he bottoms out. "Fuck, *Elias*..." His voice is wrecked, and he moves his hand to the blonde's thigh, hitching his leg up over his hips to get a better angle for thrusting.

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He had to wrap his arms around Adriel's neck, clinging onto him with his entire upper body, the lower leaving in Dreuer's care. It was exhilarating, to submit to both of them without a word of objection. He licked Adriel's lips, then leaving a wet trail of saliva from his jaw to his neck and ear. It felt filthy, having Dreuer eat his ass; he found himself so very embarassed of enjoying it while being pounded by Adriel, as if he was a whore made just for them to use. With his leg resting on Adriel's hip, he was left even more open than before to the tiefling's maneuvers around his other hole. "Don't stop, either of you..." his voice was shaky, weak, but Eli manage to flash a challenging smile at Adriel. "Not until you can't cum anymore."

Oh, that was a *challenge*. He smirks as he thrusts, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. "I have Lesser Restoration, darling, and I have yet to cast a single spell today. You're going to be a filthy mess by the time we're actually done, if that's the cutoff point you're set on~"

Elias’ slick running between his legs was mana from heaven. With eager fingers, crooked at the knuckle to spare his claws, he works the man open. “I want to feel you both.” He growls, giving pause for a moment to bite Eli’s buttock and compose himself. When he rises to his feet, working himself over with slow turns of his fist, he aligns himself with Elias’ greased hole and slowly, carefully pushes in. He can feel the impossibly tight heat of Elias’ insides. He can feel Adriel’s cock through his inner walls. He makes a sound that might be agony were he not so enraptured. He reaches around them both for Adriel’s backside, his fingers digging in for purchase as he begins to move too.

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"Promises, promises." A short huff was all he could afford being as stuffed as he was. It was quite miraculous he found any words at all, instead of simply whimpering and whining. Anal sex wasn't something Elias was very used to. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but it remained a rare practice in his sexual endeavours. Perhaps from this day on he would explore it a bit more often. Once he relaxed and got used to Dreuer's girth and ridges in his ass, it was more than pleasant, especially combined with the sensation of having his cunt fucked at the same time. Mindblowing would be a more appropriate word. The bard pulled on Adriel's hair with one hand, sinking his teeth into the man's throat with a groan. His other hand reached out behind him to hold onto Dreuer, scratching whatever part of his body he came in contact with.

The hand that wasn't on Eli's thigh moves around to Dreuer, fingers gently caressing the tiefling's flesh as the bite pulls a low moan from him. He could feel Dreuer as well, the sensation driving him mad with want. Hopefully at some point in the near-ish future, he would have the chance to feel the tiefling inside of *him*, instead. "Fuck, I can feel your cock still, Dreuer...can feel how we're both fucking him," he says, panting a bit as he continues thrusting, adjusting his angle slightly to make Eli see stars.

“Yes…” It’s all he can bear to say, his grunts and groans in time with his thrusts, angling his hips so both he and Adriel could massage that same intense spot deep within Elias from both sides. “Adriel… ohh~” He pulls into the flesh beneath his palm, crushing Elias between their rutting bodies. “Make him cum again, paladin… make him c… cry… *gods*…” He crushes forwards, leaning over Elias’ shoulder to kiss Adriel, Swift and fierce before parting to sink his teeth into Eli’s shoulder again. He was close, his tail whipping out to bind around the three of them.

It was Dreuer that made him cry first. Then it was every movement, every thrust inside of him that drew louder cries out of his throat. He felt the tension growing unbearable, building up in his lower stomach, and then orgasm took him by surprise again. Elias got too lost in being a cock slave to care about climax, devoted to the raw feeling of getting railed from both sides. He came with a yelp and an arched back, throwing his head back to rest it on Dreuer's shoulder while still attempting to rock his hips to the messy rhytym of his lovers. "Kiss me while you cum, Dru. You can let go. You've been good for so long-" the half elf mumbled with a sore voice, mellow and trembling head to toe.

He takes the opportunity of Eli leaning back to leave his own kisses and marks on the blonde, lips dragging across his neck and collarbone as he continues to thrust. Gods, he doesn't think he'd ever manage to tire of feeling Eli cumming around his cock like that, especially if Dru's involvement were to be a regular occurrence with such a thing. "Fill him up, Dru. I want to feel it as you cum," he purrs, looking up at the tiefling through his lashes as the hand on his ass moves to the base of his tail.

He has very little chance to hold his composure. He crushes his mouth to Eli’s, pulling his lip through his teeth, gasping open mouthed against him as he chases his climax. When he comes, it shakes him to his core. His lips curl in a sound not so far removed from a roar, peetering out as he falls back into languid messy kissing with the last, hot, hard spills deep into the bard. He could still feel Adriel. He could barely think of anything else as his tail latched around the paladin’s thigh. “We want to feel you too.” He huffs, breathless as he rakes his fingers through Eli’s silver-gold hair, claws massaging his scalp.

The feeling of Dru's cock pulsing next to his own makes him groan loudly again, his breath starting to come in uneven pants as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. He can feel the familiar heat coiling low in his gut, the wet sounds of Eli's cunt only spurring him on. "A-ah, fuck...Eli...Dru...hells below, I'm getting close...where do you want it, darling?" He's not going to cum inside without permission, after all.

Dreuer's fingers felt so sweet entangled in his hair, such innocent gesture in contrast with his semen deep inside Eli's asshole. His entire body seemed to melt under the temperature between the two men, even more after Adriel fucked him through another climax, this time his reaction being barely a long moan. He was too dizzy, too exhausted. But still, he gathered enough energy for a smile. "You can cum inside if you kiss me too."

Dreuer looks up to meet Adriel’s gaze again. Still buried inside Elias, his mouth on the man’s throat an his fingers in his hair. He wants to watch this.

He immediately pulls Eli into a heated kiss, moaning loudly into his mouth as his cock throbs deep within Eli's soaked cunt, teetering on the edge. Another couple of thrusts have his hips slamming home, burying himself deep within Eli as he cums with a low groan, filling him with load after load, grinding their hips together in an attempt to draw it out further. He's still panting against Eli's lips as he comes down from the high, his legs trembling as he fights to keep himself upright. "Fuck, that was...that was amazing..." He kisses Eli deeply again before pulling Dru into a tender kiss, cupping the tiefling's cheek with a soft hum.

"There, good pup..." Eli placed a gentle kiss on Adriel's neck as the paladin got busy wit Dreuer's lips. He was all sweaty, covered in cum and slick, sticky and disgusting. The way he liked it most. "You both did fantastic. My sweet, precious lovers..." his voice was soft and smile dreamy when he squinted like a cat. He wouldn't mind going for longer if he had a bath and a nap first.

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Dreuer is breathless, humming almost pleadingly into Adriel’s kiss, open mouthed and indulgent. He draws back, his clawed fingers trailing over the paladin’s cheek as he turns instead to press his lips to Elias’, his heart racing in his chest and his kisses him with an “mph.” This was… unexpected. It was hurried, it was hot and debauched and, as always, that prickling sensation of doubt started to penetrate the tiefling’s mind. What if they didn’t want him here? What if he was no more than a tool for their own shared affection? He burrows his head in Elias’ shoulder as he tries to hush the insecurities addling his mind.

He was in a good mood, slightly tired from being serviced like a prince, but otherwise content. The half elf purred, yet again caressing Dreuer's hair, all ruffled and damp. "Hm? Not fond of being called my lover, Dreuer? " he sighed with a smirk the tiefling couldn't see, thinking about cuddling together on a nice, big bed. That's what he needed. And a drink, ideally.

"Perhaps we should sit down and rest a bit, get some water," he says, gently carding his fingers through Dru's hair, moving slowly and deliberately so as not to startle him. He carefully lets himself slip out of Eli then, unable to help the soft moan that escapes him as he feels his cum drip onto his now flaccid cock. "Once we get our legs under ourselves again, we can clean up a bit and get out of here...and then hopefully go somewhere with a bath large enough for three."

He hums. There’s a quiet purr in the back of his throat at the sensation of fingers in his hair. He’s grown soft, forcing him out of Elias’ body and leaving him to feel oddly cold. He decides not to mention his worries, pushing them down to where he does not need to see or hear them. He can trouble himself about his self worth later, when he is the last to fall asleep. “You are right. We should.” He mumbles, though his hands to not leave Elias’ waist and his tail seems unkeen to unravel itself from around the three of them.

As much as he needed to get cleaned, Elias didn't want to let go of either of them yet, mostly for two reasons. One: they were warm and soft, and he enjoyed being sandwiched in between them, though his ass and cunt felt uncomfortably empty now that his lovers pulled their dicks out. Their cum ran warm down his thighs. Two: he wasn't sure he'd manage to stand on his own. "If you want to get out of here, you'll either have to carry me out or leave me behind, gentlemen. I'm afraid my legs turned into cotton." He didn't hide the satisfaction in his voice or grin. That's what he wished for after all, and Dreuer kept his promise. And his arms around Eli's waist, clinging onto him. "Mm, feeling cuddly now, are we, Dru?"

"Considering the lack of interruption, I think I may have ended up killing all of the guards on my way in here, anyhow. We have time to rest for a bit," he says, gently guiding the three of them to the cushioned surface of the bedroll. It's no feather mattress, but it's still better than the chilled stone floor of the room. "Come on, let's sit down and rest a moment, I'll get some water from my pack."

Dreuer says nothing. He draws back, albeit reluctantly, and keeps his hands steady around Elias’ waist. He almost falls onto the bedroll, careful in his descent with only a slight grunt of discomfort as he meets the ground. He sweeps his silvering black hair back from his face and runs his palm down his brow, over his nose and lips, to his chin. He can still taste him. It makes his heart skip. He follows Adriel with his eyes, every curve of the man, every plane of his kin. Both he and Eli seem flawless to Dreuer.

His insides stung a little as he lowered himself alongside Dreuer, not used to the sort of exercise they just went through. The half elf groaned, not very happy about the thickness and overall quality of the bedroll, but at least it wasn't the cold bare floor. He wriggled around a little before settling down with a sigh on his back, turning his head to the side to look at the tiefling. There it was again, the pained, tortured expression, making him look so pitiful. So small and hurt. "Come here." he patted his chest with a smile and a gleeful spark in his green eyes. "We can cuddle properly now." Elias wanted Dreuer close. He wanted to keep him warm and in the safe embrace of his arms, massaging his scalp, have him listen to Eli's heartbeat and realize it was beating to the rhythm of his name. And then he wanted Adriel on the other side, to drink love straight from his lips and melt under the gaze of his insanely blue eyes, feeling all vulnerable and tiny against the size of his devotion. What a bunch they were.

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He pulls a water skin from his bag before settling down on Eli's other side, smiling softly at the pair. "Absolutely gorgeous, the both of you..." He hands Eli the water skin, humming softly. "Drink up. It'll help you recover, and then we can all get out of here and go cuddle in a proper bed."

There’s very little left in his muscles that has any desire to move. He slumps down with a quiet grunt, settling his head against Eli’s shoulder and closing his eyes, his and coming to rest on the half elf’s chest. “You took us beautifully.” He murmurs, low and languid as his tail gives an idle flick.

Elias tried to drink as much as he could, given he was laying down and had Dru resting on his chest. He didn't want the tiefling to move, it was too lovely to feel the weight of his head near his heart. Once he returned the water skin, the bard pulled Dreuer closer, placing his hand on his hip, caressing it with the tips of his fingers and drawing invisible shapes. "I am a man of many talents." He chuckled, gesturing at Adriel to lay down as well before sticking his nose into the black mess that was Dru's hair to place a kiss on his head, purring. "I wish I could see more of your face while you fucked me. I hope I'll still get to see it; the expression you make when you feel good and cum." Long fingers of his other hand travelled up Adriel's thigh to give it a gentle squeeze before resting on top of it. The paladin's skin felt damp and sticky, slowly growing cold.

He hums softly, nuzzling against Eli as he settles in next to him. "Mmm, I'd definitely like to see that...in fact, I'd love to be involved in it," he says, tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind Dru's ear, a soft smile on his face. He has both of his lovers with him right now, of course he's happy-

Dreuer is still. In the aftermath of such things he always feels anxiety. The snarling urge that whisper to him to cut, bite and kill, or to fuck, fuck and fuck again until bellies were full of Bhaal’s unholy progeny. He closes his eyes, pressing his face into Elias’ chest. “You may hear it. You may yet see it.” He murmurs, his tail flicking back and forth as he buries his anxious thoughts.