Day 8 - Futuristic
A/N: I really didn't want this to turn into a Mass Effect fic, so I decided to go for a nice, peaceful future where all the creature comforts are taken care of. Also, I figured it was time for some proper smut. This is pure PWP, in case you prefer to skip it.
The bed their shenanigans take place in was inspired by the Cosmos Bed (google it for pics).
Megan took Carver firmly between her lips, flicking her tongue against his hot, taut flesh. He moaned, gripping the bed's headboard to steady himself, accidentally hitting the switch that lit the lights in the canopy.
She giggled around him and, when he fumbled for the switch again, she pulled back to grin up at him. "Leave it. I've never done this under a starry sky before."
Carver rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're feeling romantic, how's this?" He stretched a little to reach a second panel. Within seconds, a sweet, slightly cheesy tune filled their ears. He cursed under his breath. "Wait a moment. There should be-" Right then, a low buzz sounded and he froze in motion. "Seems Nate has come home."
"Mmmhmmm." Megan bent down and licked another long stripe up his length. "I'm sure he'll love the view."
With a whooshing noise, the screen on the wall sprang to life and Nathaniel's familiar face appeared. "Hey. Have you started without me again?" His hoarse voice sounded gruff, but there was an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes.
"You were late." Megan pouted at the screen, then resumed what she'd been doing. Carver groaned helplessly.
Nathaniel echoed the sound, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll be with you in a minute. Just let me grab a quick shower on the way."
By the time he arrived, naked and still glistening with fine droplets of water, they had traded places. Megan was now propped up against the headboard and Carver was kneeling between her spread legs, lapping at her with abandon. She grinned up at Nathaniel and reached for the little pad that controlled the scent dispenser, adding a hint of that musky perfume she knew he loved. He smiled at her appreciatively, then turned his attention to Carver, running a firm hand down the younger man's bare back.
Carver arched into his touch, begging for more, and he seemed happy to oblige. Opening a small compartment next to him, he took out a small bottle and poured some on his fingers, then let his hand wander lower. Carver gasped, but he kept his focus on Megan, much to her delight. Yet, as Nathaniel kept up his caresses, Carver's attention noticeably faltered, until he sat up with a resigned sigh.
"Damn it, Nate. You are too distracting." He was panting, and his magnificent erection clearly illustrated the truth of his statement.
Nathaniel chuckled darkly, sending a rush of heat to Megan's stomach. She loved this side of him, the way he would tease them both to the point of torment. In utter fascination, she watched as he took hold of Carver and guided him between her spread legs, carefully aligning him before he pushed hard against his lower back. She cried out sharply when she felt Carver enter her, deep and hard. So good.
Carver's eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip in anticipation as Nathaniel moved in behind him, both hands gripping his hips firmly. Realizing what he was up to, Megan instinctively arched up, her body supporting Carver's while Nathaniel slowly pushed inside him. She couldn't get enough of watching Carver's face, almost envying him the intensity of this double stimulation.
She'd been trapped between the two of them in a similar position before, and it was a feeling she wouldn't trade for anything, despite the occasional discomfort. Their warmth surrounding her on all sides, their firm muscles holding her captive between them... She sent a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity that might be listening, for living in such enlightened times as this, when a relationship like theirs was a matter of course, accepted by their friends and neighbours, with not a single raised eyebrow in sight. For most of human history, she wouldn't have been so lucky.
Just then, Nathaniel pulled back and thrust hard, pushing Carver deeper inside her, and there was no way she could hold back her cry of pleasure. He quickly picked up speed and, for a moment, the rapt expression on Carver's face made her fear this was going to be over much too soon.
But then Nathaniel paused, hitting another button on the bed's control pad, and the mattress tilted slightly under her. Suddenly, the angle was almost unbearably perfect, and she felt her climax approaching in record time. She cried out again when it hit her and Carver faltered, going taut all over. Nathaniel must have been waiting for this moment. Swiftly, he pulled the other man back, embracing him tightly while he watched him come, all over Megan's stomach, jerking uncontrollably. It took only moments for Nathaniel to follow him after that, with a low strangled noise at the back of his throat.
Megan rolled her eyes at him as he pulled back. "Not that I'm complaining, but this is one hell of a mess!"
"Sounds like a complaint to me." Nathaniel grinned unabashedly, but he quickly grabbed a corner of the sheet to clean them up. The fabric was soft and silky on their skin, yet designed to dry off within seconds. And as soon as they got up, the sheets would automatically clean themselves anyway.
"Come." Carver was on his feet already, offering her his hand. "Let's head for the showers."
In passing, he quickly entered a sequence of numbers into the food replicator. "And then dinner. Steak pie tonight. Can't wait."
"Me neither." Nathaniel stretched and yawned. "Gods, I love coming home to the two of you."