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Amir had no idea he was dating such a skilled author. And yet, here he was, with the evidence of your skill with a pen in his hand. The penmanship was quite sloppy (Mostly, he suspected, because you were literally taught how to write in their language by Eleanor a few months prior), but the prose and descriptions were… Inspiring. Said evidence was a small notebook in your favorite color (Or perhaps it was just your most used color.).
Pages upon pages of you and him doing utterly debauched things, supplemented with enticing images in a consistent art-style that he didn't even know you had. As he touched the thin paper with an image of him on it, he couldn't help but consider all the different opportunities that would arise from this.
Currently, he was reading up on your fantasy of tying him up and forcing him to watch as you fucked yourself on that damned toy, the one with the connection to him. And most curiously, Eleanor was in this fantasy too. That was something he noticed in a lot of your fantasies. Eleanor would make frequent appearances. Mostly to torment the two of you, sometimes to join in.
In this fantasy, he was tied up and made to watch as Eleanor touched and caressed you, teasing you in all your erogenous zones, your whining and needy little moans stolen away by her mouth while you rode him. He'd be forced to feel your every movement, hear and watch as she took his place and enjoyed your responsive body.
His own body responded to what he was reading quickly, his dick getting interested in the images in his mind. He'd always harbored some affection for the telepath, but they paled in comparison to what he felt for you. Or so he'd tried to convince himself.
In truth, it felt wrong to go for the sister of the guy who saved him. So he'd never let those feelings get a chance to bloom into anything. But if you were interested in her… Maybe he'd give it a chance. Maybe he'd let you take the lead on that one.
Regardless, he was already ready to go for you, so when you entered the room after your patrol and saw him with your notebook, your heart began racing.
"Oh, my little Velvet Owl…" he began, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Your face darkened with blood. It started the match the clothes you wore, which were already stained in the stuff from your earlier fight with the Scaldra. It was evident to both of you that you just entered yet another power struggle. This one, unlike the last one, you were determined to win.
So determined, that you raced to Void-sling into him, leaving his armor stained with the blood that was on you, staggering him and grabbing the notebook in a mad dash.
"Ah-hey! I was reading that!" He complained in a whine, turning to you before he looked down at himself. "Ah, damn it."
The logical thing would be to burn it. It would be easy, just a small touch of Ember's hand and it would be up in flames. But the emotional part of you rejected the notion, thinking of all those memories you've written down so you'd never forget it, of all the pictures you've drawn.
The moment's hesitation was enough for Amir to snatch it back, grinning at you as he put it behind him and pressed himself to the wall. "C'mon, don't be so shy! Don't you want to-"
His grin promised trouble, and you were quick to shut him up, flustered and embarrassed in equal measures as you put a hand beneath his jaw and pressed the lower one to the upper one.
His grin stayed in place and he didn't look the least bit concerned. "You know, there are easier ways to gag me." He informed, his voice muffled.
You stepped back, growing more and more humiliated as he started speaking again. "In fact, didn't you think I'd look so pretty giving myself a blow job with the toy? Not my favorite idea, sounds like a lot of work, but if you'd like that, I could always give it a try."
You looked up, surprised. "You… don't mind? What I wrote, I mean."
"Mind?" He asked, blinking at you innocently. "Honey, this is a gold mine! I want to try everything you've got written down there!"
"E-everything?" You questioned, feeling your cheeks grow hotter.
He grinned at you. "Oh, are you worried because of the Eleanor thing? 'Cause, like, I'm totally on board with that one."
You stopped, unsure of how to feel about that confession. Amir, as always, saw through you. The notebook was put on top of your KIM station, and you were quickly and gently embraced. "Hey, there's no need to give me that look. We're going to enjoy ourselves tonight, take care of each other, then we can discuss letting Eleanor join in on this."
He backed away ever so slightly and you nodded your consent, getting a smile and a kiss from him as you did.
"Tell me what you want from me, I will give you everything." Amir assured, pressing another kiss to your lip.
You hesitated. You knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to hear the words you'd write on his chest, the words that want to slip off your tongue whenever he smiles at you. You wanted to hear him say the words, wanted to feel him play out the part of the devoted lover, to show you that he meant it.
But you were too frightened to say it. So you kissed him again instead, pushing him back, watching his eyes lock onto you as soon as you separated.
There was a few moments of silence before you just laid your head on his chest, wrapping arms around his waist and taking a few deep breaths. You were unsure of what to say, and Amir knew it. So he took control of the situation, pulling you tightly against him, feeling your hands lift to the back of his neck. "Shower first, then we'll see what we want to do?"
His suggestion had you humming your approval, leaning more heavily against him, which he took as your acceptance, lifting you into his arms and letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked the two of you to the shower you created in your room.
His walk was unhindered, effortless, as if you weighed as much as the notebook itself did. His absentminded show of strength turned you on, as you curled yourself closer to his body. He smiled down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he walked down the stairs.
Of course, you happily helped him take off his armor, from his legs to his arms, your hands trailing at scars that lifted off the skin, specifically on his arms, knowing his legs were just as scarred. But of course, worshiping those scars was a bit awkward as you two stood almost face to face. Well, mostly face to neck, as Amir was easily the tallest of the Hex.
His chest plate came next, then whatever articles could come off his back before he pushed against you, cuddling up to you as you giggled at his sudden needy behavior. "I missed you today, you know?"
"I was just on a mission with Arthur." You smiled down at your cuddly boyfriend who was already wrapped around you like you were a lifeline. "But, I missed you too."
He smiled as he straightened up, leaving you to look up at him as he grinned down at you. "You should take off your clothes too, it's starting to feel unfair."
You huffed a laugh but nevertheless began to take off your clothes. "Unfair like reading my notebook without permission?"
He froze, eyes widening. "Wait, what? I thought… You left it open on a picture of us. You didn't want me to see it?"
Your own eyes widened, freezing with one leg through your pants and the other free. "I did? I was sure I closed it after drawing that…"
He chuckled, relaxing as he reached to stabilize you. "Guess we're both naughty for that, then. You for writing and drawing it, and me for reading and looking without permission. Though…"
He smirked at you. "I don't think I need permission to touch you today, do I?"
You looked up at him, feeling comfortably small and excited in the nude as you snaked your arms on top of his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. As you did, you made sure to drag him beneath the shower head, then summon a bit of concentration to turn the faucet on cold with him in front of you. The yelp you muffled with your kiss made the two of you break apart, laughing.
"You're so mean!" He laughed, turning the water to heat as he turned from you, pulling his hands from your waist to instead help the water find a path through his hair. His muscles showing as he lifted his hands over his head, and you quickly moved as though magnetized by his pure presence, to wrap yourself around his back.
He hummed his approval, turning back to you and pulling you in for a quick kiss. Your lips tingled with his electricity as his hair dripped water onto your face. "C'mon, if we want to finish this before dinner time, we should hurry up. I still have to clean my armor."
You nodded, slightly disappointed but knowing that he was right. Today was a team dinner, and if you were late you wouldn't hear the end of it from Quincy, and Arthur will level you with that disappointed look, and. You tried not to blush as you considered the knowing look Eleanor would send you.
"Hey, how do you think we should approach the Eleanor thing?" You asked suddenly after Amir already began applying shampoo.
"Hm? I was thinking, if you'd be okay with that, you could write down your fantasies about her and draw her a picture, maybe. You could probably convince her to come see us just with that." He smiled, shaking the water droplets off his hair.
Your mouth felt simultaneously dry and overly wet as you looked at him. Dry with fear and anxiety at the prospect of asking Eleanor in such a forward way, but wet with saliva at the image in front of you.
You pushed yourself onto your tip toes and pressed another kiss to his smiling lips, feeling the smile widen as he pulled you closer. "So, what do you think?"
"Maybe it's a bit much? You know, we don't know that Eleanor wants either of us…" You hesitated and he nodded his understanding.
"Sure, so what's on your mind, Babycakes? How do you think we can convince Eleanor to come give us a try?" He asked and you frowned for a moment.
"How about we spend today talking it over, then figure out a plan?" You suggested. He nodded happily as he applied a small bit of conditioner to his fluffy hair.
"Whatever you'd like, Mon Cheri." He smiled at you, pulling you in for a hug. "I'm yours, no matter what."
You allowed yourself to relax into his hold, and he began focusing on washing you. It was a ritual you two had often, whenever one of you noticed the other was feeling overwhelmed or insecure you'd focus on taking care of the other.
So sometimes you'd have him squat down to wash his hair, feeling those strong thighs quiver around you as he kept it up however long you'd keep your hands in his hair. You'd wash him, scratching hard at the discolored mutated flesh on his body just to hear him hiss out your name, arch his back in pleasure as you wash him thoroughly.
And other times, like today, he'd notice you were insure or insecure. He'd take his time, peppering you with kisses and softly stroke your body, scrubbing at dirt, blood and filth to clean the soft skin. He'd scratch and massage your scalp as he cleaned your hair, smile and whisper endearments and praise into your ear for letting him do this to you. For being so soft and pliant, for letting him take control.
It was an open secret in the Hex's group that you hated being told what to do. Arthur was allowed to, since you didn't want to ruin the dynamic of the Hex, but the one time Quincy tried to tell you what to do, you nearly bit his head off. So Amir knew better than to assume your trust was easily won. Sometimes, he wondered how he managed to secure it. Others, he'd wonder just when will he mess it up and lose your trust. He hoped it'd never happen.
You had closed your eyes, letting him know just how much you trusted him as he washed you. Keeping your eyes closed was always difficult for you from a young age. But something about Amir made you feel so safe you could fall asleep standing up with him. You know he'd take care of you.
So lost in your musing, you didn't notice Amir finish washing your hair until you had a towel placed on your head. You opened your eyes, surprised and disappointed for the simple fact that he'd barely given you any kisses this time. Only for you to swallow that concern as soon as it came to mind when you saw just how close he was, eyes half libbed and watching you.
"You good there?" He asked, smiling at you. You shook your head and reached for him, feeling him relent and kiss you.
His lips were electrified when they met yours, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you in closer. You felt him pull back, probably to tell you that you had to be somewhere else, but you just pushed further against him, stealing his words with your kiss.
Amir could never focus on one thing, not even on kissing you. His head always rushed around to the next thing that needed doing, or that he wanted to do. But you loved distracting him from those moments, too. So when his hands wrapped around you, you knew you had him focused only on you for a short while.
You could feel his member stir awake as you kissed, shifting your hips to help it along. He moaned into your kiss, pulling you even closer, tighter against him as the towel fell off your head, but you decided you didn't care.
He finally succeeded in pulling away, blinking rapidly to attempt to gather his thoughts while you smiled, hand already reaching for his glasses to put on his face. As soon as you did, he remembered what he wanted to say. "Right, my sweet Velvet Owl, go get dressed while I wash the armor, won't you?"
You sighed, but nodded. You wanted just a bit more time with just him, before the team dinner, but it seemed that you wouldn't be getting that.
Before you went to get dressed, Amir managed to grab you by the hip, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Wait for me before you go to dinner, yeah?"
The plan was simple. Arthur had enough of you and Amir messing up each other's patrol and missions with that toy, so he decided to set up missions in trios instead of duos. Which left Eleanor with the two of you.
Eleanor, who was very much aware something was up by the looks you've been aiming at her. She didn't know what exactly she's done to earn those looks, those heated, heavy looks she could sense from across the room.
She knew they felt different from before, they were more purposeful than the lingering glances she'd feel before. Your thoughts had been inviting her far more often, images of her in your mind, of the two of you kissing and touching…
Eleanor knew it was wrong. If you were to date her, you'd have to leave Amir, and the two of you didn't show a single sign that you were anything but sickeningly in love. It was a passing lust, not something she should pay much attention to.
Then Amir's heated thoughts reached her. The first time it happened, Eleanor nearly tripped mid-step. It was such a vivid image of the three of you that Eleanor questioned for a moment if it was a memory.
Your thoughts also changed, images becoming more vivid and clear. And it was fueling Eleanor's few private moments like you wouldn't believe.
Would she take the opportunity if it was given to her? She didn't know. It could be good fun, something to distract her from all the spiraling thoughts in her mind. But then, if it turned more serious, did she really know she'd be able to say no?
Her crushes didn't have the best track record, honestly. She knew that Amir was trapped in the loop with her and was just as durable as her, and that you were some kind of immortal space warrior, but it still worried her.
Besides, what could she even bring to the relationship?
Not that it mattered. None of it mattered. Because Eleanor Nightingale, for all her hatred of heroes, decided to be self-sacrificial like one a few weeks ago and set her crushes up with one another.
It was an overwhelming success. Then it got weird. With their thoughts turning to her.
Either way, you were in the middle of a mission, so it wasn't relevant. It wasn't the time for her to ponder her loneliness. You decided not to use a frame today, instead going with your loyal dual nikanas, Sun and Moon, and that also kept drawing her attention.
It wasn't that she was overly attracted to violence, not in the same way that had Amir stopping and staring at you every time you took the longest with the enemies. It was all in your expression. How focused and calm you were, even in this madness.
Eleanor couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel like to be that calm, that 'in the moment'. She also glanced at your strong, lean but muscular arms and couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel like to be held by you.
She glanced at Amir, curious to see if he was projecting that thought at her, and found that instead, he was staring at your butt. Of course he was.
You turned to them both with a sunny smile and the two of them were instantly affected. Eleanor looked away for a moment while Amir sauntered over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Looks like we cleared this sector of Scaldra." He informed, grabbing Eleanor's attention as she turned to the couple currently held in each other's arms.
"Shall we return to the mall, then?" She asked and you turned another sunny smile to her, offering your hand while still holding Amir close to you.
Eleanor nearly choked on her tongue at the gesture as it suddenly hit her. Just how many of those images of the three of you were yours, how many were Amir's, and how many were hers?
And so, Eleanor took the steps she wanted to hold your hand, ignoring the way your eyes brightened and Amir's narrowed, his smile widening at the gesture.
She decided, tonight would be the night she confronted the two of you as the three of you started walking towards the mall. You were walking between the two, one hand in each metallic hand.
That evening Eleanor walked up to the Backrooms. She aimed to knock on the door, but it opened for her before she could. The two of you made for a domestic scene as you were settling down for dinner, the two of you in casual clothes, just like her.
"Oh, Eleanor." You started, smiling as you offered a hand. "Wanna join us for dinner?"
"We even got some wine." Amir suggested, lifting the bottle up and waving it, "None for you, though. We all know you're a lightweight."
He booped your nose with the wine bottle and you gave a quiet whine.
Eleanor looked at the two of you, narrowing her eyes. Neither of you seemed surprised to see her. In fact, the table was set for three.
"What are you two playing at?" She asked, and the two of you eyed one another carefully, a silent conversation passing between the two of you before Amir sighed, then got a wicked grin.
"Oh, Mon Cheri? I'm sure you won't mind if-" He lifted a notebook and you immediately went red in the face.
"Amir!" You whined but he simply tossed it towards Eleanor, getting you to rush towards her, but hesitate as you looked down, unable to meet her eyes as you stopped three steps away from her.
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, but opened the notebook and began looking. At pictures and some interesting fantasies. Ones that included her. "Oh, now that's interesting…"
She purred, watching as you shuddered. Clearly, the notebook was yours. So it was time to ask the other party in the room… "And what's your stance on this, Amir?"
He smiled, walking over to you like there was no rush. "I'm up for doing whatever you are, Eleanor."
She raised an eyebrow, then looked over at the stove. "I think your dinner's burning."
"Wait, what? Shit." Amir turned back to look at the stove and immediately rushed over to there, while you slowly lifted your eyes from the floor.
Eleanor smiled at you, lifting a hand to your chin and tilting your head to look at her. "Want me to stay for dinner, lovey?"
You nodded, eyes glancing to her lips before lifting to her eyes again, but not before seeing them stretch into a smirk.
"You want dessert before dinner?" She leaned in, and you were quick enough to catch her lips in a kiss, noting how soft they were before she pulled away, her eyes alight with amusement. "Ah ah, after dinner, my Sweet."
You blinked up at her and nodded, seemingly in a trance. She glanced towards Amir and smiled. She reminded firmly but gently. "Stove."
You turned to see your boyfriend stare at you like a gaping mawfish, his glasses falling to his nose and eyes wide before he remembered and turned off the stove. The dinner would be served soon and so you guided Eleanor to her seat, carefully serving what you and Amir would like as the speedster sat down in his chair. He cooked, so you'd serve and clean. That was the rule. Though you did wonder when you'd clean, from the looks that Amir was sending you.
Eleanor seemed to ponder that quiet intimacy, that knowledge of one another, before smiling at the two of you. She gestured and asked for what she wanted and you happily provided. Unbeknownst to you, she was also conspiring with Amir while you were serving them. You almost didn't jump when Amir took the opportunity to grope your thigh as you walked past him.
"Amir!" You whined and he grinned up at you, unrepentant.
"Sit down!" He told you as you put down the large pot of tomato soup.
"But Eleanor-" you started, guilty for not knowing her preferences yet.
"I can take care of myself, Sweet." She simply chuckled. "Come sit with us."
You eyed them warily, but did as you were told, slumping down into the chair between the two of them. That seemed to be a mistake, as the both of them were entirely too good at eating with one hand, the other distracting you on your thigh. Eleanor was exploring, enjoying the flex of muscles beneath her hand. Amir was sending tingles up your spine as he teased you, hand going further up to your groin only to stop before reaching your sex. The two of them seemed quite amused by how you simply couldn't focus on the delicious food, how red your face became, the little sounds you were trying to hide. But you didn't tell them to knock it off, and Eleanor could tell you were enjoying the affection, so it continued throughout the meal.
Obviously, they finished eating before you. Amir's hand lifted to your belly while you ate and was teasing you with small circles while Eleanor's hand remained on your thigh, sending warmth and arousal down to your stomach.
As soon as you finished eating, Amir shot up from the table. "So, do we start now?"
Eleanor laughed, the sound soothing you and your sudden concern. "You're quite eager, aren't you Amir?"
You looked up at her, recognizing that she will call the shots today. You mumbled "He's always eager."
Eager to get laid, eager to be told he's good… but recently you were wondering if that's all you were to him. It's been weeks since you told him you love him, after all. He never said it back. Eleanor disrupted your thoughts with a kiss. Soft and chaste but nonetheless demanding your attention.
"Show me to the bed, my Sweet? I'm sure Amir can handle cleanup." It was a way for Eleanor to ask to see you privately. Amir could instantly tell that much, but what caused it? What caused his partner's sudden look of sadness, the sudden quip sent his way about his eagerness? You loved it before, so what changed? He nodded and began the process of cleaning up, keeping you in his peripheral vision, trying to see if you'd look back at him. Preening a bit when he saw that you did.
He was left to stew in those thoughts while Eleanor frowned. Okay, so maybe the two of you weren't as blissfully in love as she'd thought. You needed the vocal confirmation and Amir managed to forget that. But it was an easy fix, she decided. She'd fix it by tonight, if the Gods were on her side. Still, you did as you were told and led her to the bed.
"You should tell him." Eleanor tried to convince you.
"No, last time he didn't say it back, so what would possibly change this time?" You asked her. "He tried to escape the conversation last time and I just-"
You sighed, letting the telepath slowly walk towards you and rub your back as you curled up. "I don't deserve it."
Amir froze on the stairs as he heard the confession. You thought you didn't deserve what, exactly?
"Of course you deserve it, Love. Everyone deserves to be loved." Eleanor opened the communication to Amir, making his fists clench at his side. This was what it was about?
Of course he loved you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted most. He knew you in ways he'd never known another. But he knew he couldn't outright say it. It had to be genuine, it had to be perfect. It had to- Gods, he'd have to plan it. That's what was souring your mood recently.
Eleanor frowned, thankful you couldn't see her. Amir didn't get that he was on a timer, then. Perhaps on a languid timer, but on a timer nonetheless. He couldn't just show you it non-verbally and hope you'd understand, and-
Her eyes locked on a certain box and her frown turned to a smirk. She knew exactly what she'd do.
"Come on," Eleanor tugged you up, "let's get you ready for the main event today. Got any rope?"
You blinked, confused but nodded, bringing out the rope from the box you've kept with Amir, who walked up the stairs at that moment, giving you a smile.
"Ooh, rope today? What's the plan then?" He asked, interested.
Eleanor smiled at him. "You're going to be tied up, that's all you need to know."
Amir glanced at you, seeing that your eyes were locked on the sway of Eleanor's hips as she moved towards you, grabbing the toy while walking. Amir suddenly realized which fantasy you were going to play out today, and he wasn't sure if it was the smartest choice, given how snappy you could be when upset at him.
"And you, my sweet…" Eleanor began, putting the toy in your hand. "You're going to be in control here. The second you want something, I'll give you it. The second you need a break, everything will stop. I'll take good care of you."
Your mouth was left open, and Eleanor could tell you wanted her, so she did what she wanted to do. She kissed you, feeling the way you trembled at the thoughts, sensations taking over and leaving you properly excited, any thought you had previously simply buried away by the deep kiss you two found yourself in.
She quickly slipped away from you, though, to tie up Amir, who was looking at her with hesitant eyes, but behind them she could see warmth and heat. He wanted this, she understood as she began to tie him up.
"You'll know what to say when you reach that limit, won't you?" She teased, smirking when his eyes narrowed.
'If you think I'm going to ruin that moment by wasting it on sex, you're dead wrong.' He thought at her and Eleanor nearly laughed. Yeah, we'll see about that, won't we?
Nevertheless, Amir was quickly tied up and so Eleanor changed her focus to you. You, who was staring at the two of them with a sad look in your eyes. Immediately thinking that maybe their dynamic would be better for the Hex and Eleanor was quick to shut that down with a kiss.
"How about we get you ready for this toy, hmm?" She asked into the kiss, letting you break the kiss for a nod.
Eleanor's fingers were colder than Amir's, less electric, but no less pleasurable as she began to spread you out, pressing soft kisses against your chest. Every now and again she'd be brave and slip in a bit of teeth, but never tongue. Any time her tongue would come out to play, she'd be quick to tear away, returning to the closed mouth kisses.
It worried you. You knew, logically, that Eleanor would be insecure about it, but you didn't know how to fix that insecurity. You wanted to make sure she enjoyed this too. Then Eleanor hit a particular collection of nerves and you stopped thinking, moaning out loud for her thin fingers.
Amir sat, transfixed on the image of his partner being pleasured by someone else, feeling the hot sensation of desire mix with jealousy. He'd wanted to tear out those sounds from you, not leave it up to Eleanor. But as he flexed his hands, still tied behind him, he pouted. It seems it was just not in the cards for right now.
"I think you're ready, don't you?" Eleanor asked, bringing up the toy, practically purring when the box changed to something more akin to a strap on in her hand. "Oh, now that's interesting…"
You blinked at the change of the box, then, realizing what it could become now, nodded. "Y-yeah. Really interesting."
Your face was becoming hotter by the second as you realized the toy now recognized Eleanor as another 'chosen vessel', whatever that meant.
Eleanor licked her lips, then turned back to check up on Amir who's face was growing redder by the second as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him, his thighs shifting.
"Alright Sweet, let's see what we can do with this…" She turned back to you, pulling you by the chin to look at her instead of an interesting spot in the wall, forcing you to get into eye contact with at least one of the Hex currently in your room. "Shall we?"
You nodded, and Eleanor grinned as she put the toy on, slowly pushing you down and grinding into you in an infinitely slower pace than Amir ever did.
You sighed at the stretch, enjoying it while Amir threw his head back at the tight squeeze. It was always like that with the two of you. As much as he loved it, it was far too tight for him, rushing him towards his orgasm far too fast.
Eleanor gave you a few moments to adjust before she started teasing your neck, getting giggles from you that had Amir squirming as she kept going at a slow and steady pace.
"F-faster." Amir bit out and Eleanor laughed.
"You're not in charge here, Amir." She teased, then dove to bite at your neck. "You want it faster, love?"
You glanced at Amir, seeing how he was staring at you, eyes half libbed and pupils blown wide with need. He was still in casual clothes, a white shirt and gray pants that were just tight enough to show you how affected he was by the entire thing.
"Please," He mouthed at you, shifting in his seat.
You nodded, feeling Eleanor speed up ever so slightly. "You know, I can tell when you're just doing something for someone else's benefit."
"Now, tell me honestly. Do you want me to go faster?" Eleanor narrowed her eyes at you, thrusting into you and hitting that same bundle of nerves she hit with her fingers before. "Or do you want this?"
"T-that, please." You whimpered, and Eleanor gave a laugh, glancing back at Amir, who was glaring at her.
"Oh, don't worry so much, Amir. You know exactly what to say to stop this." She reminded, diving back in to kiss your neck and get you to let out both whimpers and giggles.
"W-what-?" You started asking, only for Eleanor to shut you up with a particularly strong thrust. "Nothing for you to be concerned about. You, my Sweet, just enjoy yourself."
You swallowed the saliva in your mouth, nodding at her demand before pulling her in for a proper kiss. You felt her tongue slip against yours before she rushed to pull away, but instead you pulled her even closer.
She froze at the intent, but you kept demanding more from her in the kiss. A moment passed and she started kissing back, allowing her tongue to explore your mouth as her thrusts became shallower, focusing more on kissing you.
Amir looked at the two of you, seeing you kiss passionately and for a moment he worried that he'd made a mistake allowing this night to happen at all. Then he reminded himself that it was still him buried inside you. You still loved him. Eleanor was an addition, not a replacement.
"You know, you're not being a very good guest, Eleanor." He snarked, watching as the two of you broke apart, still panting with a thin string of saliva connecting your lips.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Eleanor played along, smirking at you. "I'm just taking care of who you haven't been."
And suddenly it was a lot less funny for him. She did not just try to suggest he was neglecting you. He started struggling against the ropes, the damn things only pulling tighter against his clothes.
Eleanor felt your discomfort at the argument brewing from the teasing and immediately recognized that she needed to change how this will happen. So she began teasing your body and driving into you with more force and speed.
"Ah, Eleanor-" You began talking, but she cut you off by biting at your nipple gently, the scraping of teeth and immediately after, her tongue swirling around it, had you whining.
Amir kept struggling behind you, trying not to slump back at the sudden pleasure of the toy going in and out of you at his normal speed.
"I think Amir seems a bit lonely out there alone, what do you think, hm? Want to please him, too?" She smiled at your eager nod.
"Good. Get up, and kneel in front of him, won't you?" She got out of you and watched as you got on shaking legs to walk towards him, trying hard to walk as confidently and seductively as you could.
Not that it mattered to him. He was staring at you like you personally created Lua and Sol. She suspected he'd look at you like that even if you were wobbling like a penguin.
"There we go. Now, on your hands and knees in front of him." Eleanor commanded and you obeyed, looking up at him as he swallowed hard. "So obedient. I should see how much I can push that one day, but for now…"
Her hand tangled in your hair, pushing you closer to his crotch. "You're going to give him a reason to whimper, won't you?"
You nodded, looking up at Amir through hooded eyes as you started mouthing at the bulge in his pants. You heard the way the rope strained to contain him as Eleanor adjusted you, preparing to enter you again. The changed position had you freezing for a moment, the drag of the toy inside you so good that you forgot everything you were doing.
"Now, don't leave him wanting, would you, lovey? Take good care of your boyfriend, and he'll take good care of you." Eleanor whispered in your mind, leaving you to try your hardest to keep pleasing him.
Amir glared at Eleanor for just a moment before your eyes met his, and he quickly gave you his best, most pathetic look. His thighs quivered around you in anticipation, more and more sounds coming out of his mouth until- "Fuck. I can't- I can't cum from this!"
His voice was pitched high, like whenever he was trying to get you to let him cum. His eyes were already tearing up at the fact, his plan foiled.
Eleanor's laughter echoed through your mind's as you paused, trying hard to lift yourself up enough to kiss him, only to be pulled down roughly by Eleanor.
"No, no kissing him until he's called it." She decided. "Keep going, I surely don't intend to stop."
And stop she did not. She kept driving into you faster and harder than before, milking sound after sounds from the both of you before Amir called out your name.
"I love you." He said it, stunning you into stopping. "I love you so, so much. I want to spend every day with you. I want you. I love you. I need you."
Eleanor had stopped, letting him fidget for a moment before pulling out of you and holding you close.
Your thoughts immediately turned bad, spiraling into excuse after excuse for why he didn't mean it. Why it was all a set up just for you to believe him, for them to tear it away from you.
"Why don't you let him prove it?" Eleanor suggested gently.
"Was this what this was all about? Forcing him to say it before he was ready?" You asked, frowning.
"Damn it. Eleanor, untie me, now." Amir growled, fighting against the rope.
She looked at the mess she's created, and quickly decided it would be better to let these two figure it out. Summoning a quick psychic bolt, she cut through the rope and immediately Amir was holding on to you.
"Hey, look at me, won't you?" He started, waiting for you to do as you were told and pressing a kiss to your lips after you did. "Gods, I've been wanting to do that all night. Come on, Babycakes, you know I'd never say that I love you if I didn't mean it."
He tried to convince you, but you still felt terribly cold inside, feeling like you took it from him without permission, so he pulled you into his arms and started kissing you more.
"C'mon. You want to be mine, don't you?" He asked and you nodded, wary. "I want to be yours too. Let me be yours, alright?"
Finally, you nodded and he smiled at you so wide you felt your heart melt. "Good. My love, why don't we get into bed and I'll show you how much of me is yours."
You turned your eyes to Eleanor for a moment, seeing her look at you two with an unbearable expression on her face. "I can go if you'd want."
You pulled away from Amir for a moment and pulled her into a kiss, pulling the still-dressed man behind you.
Immediately, he got the message. His hands began traveling your body, his groin glued itself to your back and his lips were traveling up your jaw. You broke away from the kiss and smiled at him.
"Amir? Why don't you show Eleanor how much you appreciate her attempt at an intervention? Be good, and you could cum inside me at the end of the night."
He sighed, but nodded. He didn't feel particularly grateful, but recognized it was mostly because of the compromising position he was just in, and decided to focus on her intentions. She wanted to help you by dealing with your insecurity. And besides, he did like Eleanor. It was just that he was going to be a bit difficult about it.
"Fine." He decided, pulling on your hand. "But you're also joining in on the fun, aren't you?"
You nodded before guiding both of them to the bed, making sure Eleanor was between the two of you. You had quickly wrapped yourself around her and watched as Amir began running fingers up and down her stomach, seeing the way her body twitched and flexed in response. Then started the electricity.
"Oh. I did not know that you could do that." She sighed, melting into his touch.
"Neat trick, isn't it?" He smirked at her while you began rolling up her shirt that was quickly riding up from Amir's ministrations. Your hands were quickly on her breasts, teasing and playing with them.
Amir smirked, summoning the electricity to his tongue and quickly grabbing one of her nipples in his mouth, leaving her arching off the bed as you copied the gesture.
You were a bit rougher than Eleanor usually preferred, but Amir's electricity was stealing her breath as she tried to keep her tongue from coming out to play.
You scrapped her nipple with your teeth, rolling it in your tongue as she arched, shifting around before you broke away in surprise as Amir's electric fingers began teasing your thighs.
You gasped, and Eleanor's eyes narrowed at you. You quickly go back to playing with her nipples, but not before she gently pushed you down, lifting her hips and grabbing onto Amir's head to give her a break.
"If you want something, you should ask for it," Amir started, grinning. "You know, talking it out is better than keeping it in."
Eleanor's narrowing eyes moved from you to Amir, feeling that he was teasing her about her intervention attempt and not appreciating it. And sensing another argument brewing, you quickly began tugging at her jeans.
"What do you want, Eleanor?" You asked, caressing her hip as she lifted it up for you.
"You know how to take care of a woman, don't you, my Sweet?" She asked and you hesitated. Technically, it couldn't be much harder than pleasing Amir like that, but you didn't know for sure. You've never been with a woman.
Your hesitation told her all that she needed to know, and she frowned. "Never? Oh, Sweet, you are missing out. But for now, let's just give it a try, hm?"
You nodded along and quickly took off her pants while Amir began kissing up her neck and jaw, his electric fingers playing with her breasts again, leaving her squirming before you even got to touch her.
You locked eyes with your target, hearing a snort from her at such a militant thought as you slowly moved her panties away. It was puffy and pink, and you wondered what part of it you were meant to taste.
Eleanor clearly sensed that confusion, lowering a hand and revealing a fleshy nub and you eagerly licked at it, taking it into your mouth and gently playing with it. You could feel her shift around, grinding into your mouth, so you let go of it, burying your tongue a bit lower, into her folds.
You could hear a sharp intake of breath above you, and Amir chuckling before he gave a surprised, muffled sound. You glanced up and saw the two of them kissing above you, Amir's eyes wide open but not panicked. You kept going at your own pace, enjoying her taste and wanting more of it.
Suddenly, you were being pulled up. You wanted to ignore it for a moment, but it got more incessant, causing you to kiss your treat goodbye for the moment and allow her to pull you up.
Eleanor's face was flushed red, her eyes dilated with lust and her hair messy from Amir's hands. Speaking of, the man simply grinned at you, pulling you closer.
"Seems like we got to show Eleanor just how much we appreciate her… So, isn't it your turn, Mon Cheri?"
Eleanor's tongue came out, licking her lips as you stopped. Were they sure, did they not want-? Whatever your next thought was, it was taken from you by Eleanor, grabbing at your wrists and pulling them against her chest.
"I think it is, What do you say, Amir? I can tease them, you can shag them?" She asked, ignoring the way your face colored at the suggestion. Were they really going to-?
"Double-teaming? Sounds good to me." He smiled at you, "What do you say, Babycakes? We'll take good care of you, if you let us."
You slowly nodded, and the smiles the two gave you were so bright, you nearly squinted. Eleanor was the first to pounce, pulling you close by the wrists still held against her chest and cupping your cheek with another hand. "May I kiss you?"
You nodded at Eleanor's request, enjoying the movement of her tongue in your mouth greatly. Amir, meanwhile, had gotten up and began teasing your sex with his electric fingers, kissing at your neck as he gently checked that you were still as open as you should be for him.
You felt him enter you a few moments later, breaking the kiss with a gasp only for Eleanor's tongue to immediately attach itself to your neck, slowly marking it with the jagged parts of the long appendage.
"Enjoying yourself, Sweet?" Eleanor asked, purring as she teased your neck. You nodded eagerly. "Ah ah, speak it. Let Amir hear you."
"G-good." You choked out, feeling Eleanor go down further, teasing your chest with her kisses.
"You can do better than that," Eleanor scoffed. "Make sure we hear you, lover."
And so you did, moaning and groaning and even whimpering a few times as Amir's electric fingers teased your sex, his member dragging against your inner walls. Eleanor kept teasing, her tongue, teeth and lips moving between your chest and your neck as she demanded more and more of you, leaving you overwhelmed and out of breath by the time your orgasm hit.
Amir didn't last long after that, his strong thrusts dragging your orgasm out longer as you milked him of his. Eleanor laughed into your minds as she guided you two into bed. Amir was forced into the middle this time, mostly by you.
It wasn't that he particularly wanted to be in the middle, it was that you pouted at him when he left you as a shield between him and Eleanor, and she simply laughed as you void - slung to his other side, quickly wrapping yourself around him. She didn't hesitate to lay her head on his chest and press herself against him, trapping him more soundly in the middle.
There wasn't much to talk about as far as you were concerned. You have never felt this good, this light before. And you could tell it wasn't only your feelings as the telepath drifted off to sleep against your boyfriend, who was still wide awake and drawing figures on you and Eleanor's backs.
Then came the loud knocking. It wasn't the same 'rap, tap, tap' that the Kid told you about, but you were startled wide awake all the same.
"Marty, where's my sister?" Arthur's voice called from below as the door opened to him.
"Oh no." Amir froze. Eleanor's face went from serene to alarmed in less than a second. You tensed up, looking between the two.
"I know she went to talk to you two." He continued, and your eyes begged one of them to make a move.
He wouldn't kill them. You, however… It was a toss up, you decided.
Amir looked at you, then covered your mouth before you could speak. Knowing you'd speak first.
"I'm fine, Arthur. Everything's fine." Eleanor tried to inject as much authority into her message as possible.
"Well then, you won't mind going out and being seen then, would you?" Eleanor could tell he was asking for Lettie's sake and frowned, then grabbed one of the discarded blankets in your bed and bundled up with them, cuddling closer to Amir.
"Not unless you want me to go out there arse-naked." She decided to tear the band-aid off.
"I-Eleanor! For the love of the Gods, don't, ugh. I didn't need to know that you shagged up with them!" Arthur complained, but quickly left all the same.
You couldn't hide your giggles as Amir sighed in relief, having escaped that situation with all his bits intact.
"He's already planning new patrols for us, you realize that, yeah?"
The groaning at the idea of that particular logistic nightmare was heard throughout the mall when they were unveiled. But till then, the three of you slept soundly through the night.