Restraint
Author's Note: This is not my fault. Do not blame me if it scars you for life. DDG and Sparrowinsky started it. .
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It's a scene straight out of one of her fantasies and it takes a minute to fully sink in that yes, that is Gob sprawled naked and panting on her bed and yes, that is Charon holding him down with that sex smirk of his, one arm locked around his chest and the other doing wicked, wonderful things to him.
"What…" she starts and has to stop and swallow before she can finish. "What are you doing?"
Charon shrugs, eyes locked on hers and oh god where have her knees gone?
"Standing orders."
Standing orders? She blinks and wracks her brain for any time she might have even hinted that Gob restrained and desperate was something she'd like to see in the near future—and oh fuck it was—but since when had Charon ever followed her orders for longer than it suited him anyway?
"Would you just get the hell over here, already?" Gob manages between clenched teeth. "This asshole's driving me fucking crazy."
She grins and starts to strip, a distant part of her brain registering that her hands are shaking and she still can't feel her knees and how is she supposed to make it over to the bed anyway? But Gob is watching her through half lidded eyes, Charon's hand on his cock and it's hard to form a coherent thought beyond oh my god as she slips onto the bed next to him.
And then Charon lets go of Gob and reaches for her and oh fuck breathing would probably be a good idea about now but Gob has a hand on her ass and Charon's stroking patterns on her thigh, both of them guiding her down. And poor Gob has had just about all he can take, eyes shut, his free hand fisted in the sheets as he slips into her and she's not sure she's ever seen anything so perfect before in her life.
"Well," she breathes, trying to gauge how close Gob is by the clenching muscles in his jaw. "Fancy meeting you here."
But then Charon laughs that growling purr of his and the pad of his hand is rough against her breast and fuck slow—she wants him now. And it's not long before Gob is gasping her name and bucking as far as he can with Charon pinning him down and the vaultie can't help whimpering a little. She's not done, but oh fuck, she's close and Charon lets go of Gob to lift her off and with a little maneuvering she's barely coherent enough to follow, he's fucking her like his life depends on it.
And she can't tell whose hands are whose anymore, but holy fuck, they're everywhere. She feels like she's burning from the inside out and in the back of her mind she knows she probably shouldn't be raking bloody trails down Charon's back, but if its hurting him, he's only fucking her all the harder for it and sweet Jesus she's seeing stars.
"Oh, fuck," Charon groans above her, his teeth at her neck. "That's it. That's it!"
And all of a sudden those stars she was seeing sort of explode behind her eyes and the vaultie can't hear anything at all, but she's pretty sure she may have screamed and Charon's like dead weight on top of her but god damn does she feel good.
"Are you waiting for her ribcage to collapse or something?" Gob mutters next to her and she laughs a little as he shoves Charon off and pulls her close, tucking her head under his chin. Charon smirks back at him like he owns the fucking world, one arm still twined around her waist and the vaultie knows that smirk will start a fight before the night is out. But, she thinks, snuggled in between the two of them, if this is how they're going to… prove their masculinity, as it were, she's more than ready to play judge.
