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Chip collapses into a satisfied heap next to Jay. She tangles a hand in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and presses a kiss to the top of his head. Her bare skin is hot against his own, still slick with sweat.
"Good?"
"Yeah. That thing with your tongue was new."
"Did you like it?"
"Was it not obvious?" she asks dryly.
"I never want to assume, Jay."
She scoffs. "Of course. You, Chip, would never assume."
"Hey! I thought we agreed you couldn't make fun of me for at least half an hour after sex."
"Mm, I don't recall ever agreeing to that." Chip can hear the playful smirk in her voice and can't resist pushing up on his elbows to kiss her again. Jay melts back into the mattress, her hand in his hair pulling him closer. Faint echoes of the wine they'd split still linger on her tongue and he hums appreciatively into her.
He cradles her face with his free hand, thumb rubbing over her cheek. Her eyelashes tickle his cheek. Chip pulls back slowly to catch his breath. Jay's hair splays across the pillow, and her mismatched eyes are soft with affection as she gazes at him. Flustered, he buries his face in the crook of her neck.
The door creaks open and shut, the ever-present smell of brine that hangs around Gillion wafting into the room. Chip turns his head so he can watch as Gill strips off his sweaty training shirt—and whistles appreciatively.
"Did you both have fun?" This long into living with his co-captains, Gillion is unfazed by the sight of their nude bodies sprawled across their bed, both radiating satisfaction. He does, however, raise an eyebrow at the scratches down Chip's back and the bite marks over Jay's throat and chest.
"Yeah." Jay extends an arm to him. He steps forward and kisses her palm. "Could you get–"
Gillion hands them each a damp rag and revels in the smiles he gets in response.
"What would we do without you?"
"Live in your own filth."
"Chip might."
"I clean myself!"
"Do you?"
"Jay, you were literally there. Gill, don't laugh!" Chip gives him what Jay calls his "puppy eyes" and pouts.
He can't help his laughter but he does carefully wipe down Chip's thighs, leaning close enough to hear the man's breath hitch. Gillion presses a quick kiss to his lips. "Do you need anything else?" He deposits both rags in the hamper and reaches for his pajamas.
"Can I have my boxers back?"
Obligingly, he scoops them off the floor—today's pair is blue with golden anchors—and tosses them to the bed. Jay watches him, expression soft. Gillion changes into his pajamas quickly, ready to go to bed.
He blows out the lamp and crawls into bed, on Jay's other side. Almost immediately he curls against her, tail draping across her to fall against Chip's leg. He doesn't share the bed often—sleeping out of the water too often dries out his scales. But it's been a long day and he wants the comfort of his lovers. And it's nice to be with them after they've had sex, even if he isn't involved.
He drifts between alertness and sleep, not quite tired enough to instantly fall asleep but still too exhausted to be fully aware. At least until Chip speaks up, voice a hoarse whisper.
"Gill…would you ever want to join us? For-…for more than just foreplay and aftercare."
"Like the—the sex part," Jay clarifies.
Gillion blinks. "I…I don't know. Maybe?"
"You don't need to have an answer now." Jay rolls over to face him, calloused hand gently caressing his cheek. "And you never need to say yes. I know that it's…different, for you."
He nuzzles into her touch. "I know. It's…never occurred to me. That I could join." At their confused faces, he clarifies, "Not because you were never open. I just…didn't think about it."
Gillion keeps thinking about it, in the days after Chip and Jay made their midnight offer. He's always been somewhat aware of their physical relationship, even before the three of them became lovers in the truest sense—the ship isn't that big, and his barrel at the time wasn't that good at blocking the sounds of their pleasured voices. But the thought of joining them is…new. Of course, he's been there before and after—gentle caresses, kissing them as tension grows thicker and then returning to help clean them up and curl up under the covers after.
He's not altogether interested in sex. He doesn't crave the physicality of it the way his lovers do, and his roving gaze of their bodies is in simple appreciation and not lust.
But he can't deny the growing seed of curiosity in him. What is it like, to be so intimate with another? To watch their eyes grow hazy with pleasure, and to be loved in such a physical way? He's no stranger to physical intimacy in other ways—the three of them regularly patch each other up after battles, and help to bathe each other—but never anything in this realm past simple kisses and light caresses.
His eyes follow Chip as the man coils lengths of rope, lithe muscle moving in tandem with dextrous hands. Watching Jay is no better, either. She's climbing up and down the mast, back exposed, muscles flexing. He watches admiringly.
"Hey, Tidestrider! Are you just going to stand there?" Chip gives him a teasing grin and offers the end of a loose rope.
Gillion scrambles over to help, almost tripping in his haste.
"Whoa there, guppy." Chip grips his arms, steadying him. "You don't need to rush."
"I know." His eyes dart around the deck. They're the only three up here, at least for now. Still, he lowers his voice. "About what you mentioned the other day…I think I'd like to try it."
"You really want to?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes, Chip."
"What are you two whispering about?" Jay hooks her chin over his shoulder, warm arms encircling his middle. He'd left his armor off this morning and he relishes in her dry heat at his back.
"I want to have sex."
"Now…?"
"No. Later."
"Tonight?" Chip suggests.
"We don't have anything going on. And we won't be anywhere close to an island for a couple days. So it is a good time…Is that okay with you, love?"
He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "Yes."
Chip sneaks glances at Gillion as Jay locks the door and activates the silencing ward they got in Allport. He's fidgeting with his claws; the triton's eyes flick between Jay, Chip, and the bed that he's standing next to. Chip hangs his coat and tosses his shirt towards the hamper.
"Hey. You can back out if you want to." He crosses to grab Gill's cheeks in his hands, squishing his face.
"I know," he says, words garbled by Chip's grip on his cheeks. "I don't want to back out." His eyes gleam in the low light, his typical confidence shining through. Chip doesn't interrogate him further.
Gillion's focus shifts from his eyes down to his lips and then he's surging forward, entangling a hand in Chip's hair and kissing him hard. Their noses bump, teeth almost clacking together. Chip slows the kiss, sweetens it.
Most of their kisses don't remind him of their first. This one doesn't really either—they had been clumsy and confused, desperate for a solution and pouring their whole selves into it. But the way that Gillion pours so much into this brings him back. Clawed hands clutch at him, cool against his heated skin, tugging him closer.
Gradually their kisses increase in passion, until his tongue is pushing into Gill's mouth and exploring the briny taste that lingers on him. Idly he wonders if he tastes the same everywhere.
Soft sounds escape from Gill as he presses even closer, tongue tracing against sharp teeth. His tail curls around Chip's leg, cool and only slightly damp. Soon enough though, his lungs burn with need for air.
He catches the other's lip in his teeth and tugs as he draws back, eliciting a quiet whimper. Gill sways after him as he pulls away to catch his breath, eyes hazy. It's flattering and Chip can't resist diving in to kiss him again.
Lips press to the side of his neck, Jay's orange flower perfume curling around them. He can't help the soft moan that escapes him when her teeth scrape delicately against his skin, paired near-perfectly with Gill nipping lightly at his bottom lip.
"I thought," he pants, "this was about Gill."
"I didn't want to scare him." Jay sucks at the sensitive spot behind his ear and Chip whines. "Besides, we have all night." She mouths down his neck. He can practically feel the mischievous look she's giving Gill.
Never one to turn down an opportunity to gang up on him, Gill leans down to press kisses to the other side of his neck. Chip yelps, squirming under the combined assault. His hands clutch tighter to Gillion. Jay's warm against his back, and she's pressed so tightly to him, he can feel her heart beat. He twists to pull her up and into a kiss.
As with everything she does, Jay pours all of her focus into the kiss, pinning him in place. Calloused fingers grip the hair at the base of his neck, tugging gently. He breaks the kiss with a gasp when sharp teeth draw across his neck. Jay barely gives him a moment before she's kissing him fiercely. He grips her shoulder tightly.
"Maybe," he starts when Jay pulls back slightly, "we should move this to the bed."
Jay stays standing as Chip sits down, tugging Gillion down with him. Chip's lips are red and swollen, pink love bites marring both sides of his neck. She tears her gaze away from the flush that's spreading down his chest.
Gillion's eyes are fixed on her, a hint of uncertainty swimming in them. She kneels in front of him, reaching out to cup his face. "Still doing okay?"
"Yeah." He smiles softly and covers her hand with his. "It's different. But good."
She smiles broadly up at him and pushes up to kiss him. He melts into her so easily. She doesn't kiss him hard, instead keeping it sweet. He tastes like salt and the sea, when she licks carefully into his mouth. He makes a soft sound as she traces along the roof of his mouth. Jay braces herself on his thigh and pushes closer, humming approvingly when he cups her cheek. His hands are cool against her flushed skin.
She pulls away just far enough to catch her breath, unable to help her fond smile. Chip, curled around Gill's back, meets her eyes with a soft smile. She ducks her head to kiss down Gillion's throat, lips curving into a smile as he tips his head back to give her more room.
"Jay- that feels–"
His breath hitches with a whine when she kisses just above his gills. They flutter, and experimentally she lightly licks at them. He moans loudly, one leg kicking out in surprise.
"Is that- okay…?"
"Can you do it again?" They speak over each other and Jay laughs quietly.
"I can do that. Try not to kick me though." With a playful wink, she presses another open mouth kiss to his gills, minding the fragile skin. He writhes under her touch, breaths growing heavier.
"Sorry," he stammers. "I won't. Ah, Jay!" he cries out when she scrapes her teeth just under where his gills end, arching into her. Jay subtly presses her legs together. She wasn't expecting Gill to come undone with just kisses. Or for it to affect her so much.
She kisses her way back up the side of his neck, briefly meeting Chip's eyes. He's flushed red, mouth slightly parted. If she wasn't busy, she'd kiss him again. Regardless, she doesn't get the chance. Chip leans over Gill's shoulder to connect their mouths, muffling the moans she's pulling from the triton.
She pauses to suck a mark into place on his pulse point, feeling how his heart is hammering. Gill whimpers when she laves her tongue over the mark. She sits back on her heels, eyes fixed on her lovers.
New, barely-there navy marks litter Gill's neck, and part of her preens at the sight. Maybe next time, she'll leave some that are more permanent. Chip has his tongue in the other's mouth, clearly doing something good by the sound Gill makes. He is good with his mouth.
"Chip, Jay, ah-" He whines when one of Chip's hands caresses his side. "Can I-" he tugs at his shirt. "Off?" They break apart, Chip leaning back so Jay can help pull his shirt off, revealing new, untouched teal skin.
Small scales glint in the low lantern light, and it highlights scars she's grown acquainted with in the time they've known each other. She runs her fingers over one of the claw marks that Kuba Kenta left.
"Jay, you seem overdressed." Chip shatters the moment she was building with ease.
"Am I?"
He pouts endearingly at her. "Take off your shirt? I want to see you."
"Chip, she doesn't need to."
"I don't mind. You've both already seen me naked." She strips out of her tank top and, after a moment of consideration, tosses her bra aside too. Chip's eyes obviously fall to her chest, followed by Gill's. She laughs quietly. "Ready to keep going?"
"What, ah, do we do from here?"
"There's a lot we can do. It all depends on what you want, guppy." Gill still flushes cutely at Chip's pet name for him. "Like who's getting fucked, is someone getting a blow job, you know. Actually," he leans close to Gill's ear. "Jay loves getting eaten out. I could show you how."
Jay swallows at the idea, thighs pressing closer together with a sudden pulse of arousal. She's good at pushing it aside, at least to get her partners worked up, but the mental image of Gill between her legs…
"I think she liked that suggestion." Gillion's pupils are dilated, swallowing up the electric blue of his eyes.
"Play with her tits first, though," Chip advises. "That gets her really worked up."
They have to rearrange themselves again, Jay joining them on the bed. She sinks against the pillows with a sigh, reaching to pull them up to her. Chip meets her eyes, gives her a rakish grin, and drops to suck bruising kisses across her neck and chest. She threads a hand in his hair, arching up as he gets closer to her breast.
Gill watches them curiously and, after a pause, carefully reaches out to hold her other one. She shouldn't be surprised by the feeling of his hands on his skin, but the sudden coolness coupled with Chip's dry heat makes her breath catch. She presses up into their touches, moaning when Chip's lip wraps around her nipple, coupled with a gentle squeeze from the other.
"You can squeeze harder," she says, fighting to keep her voice level even as Chip demonstrates the many things he knows she likes in bed. "Or put your mouth—oh, gods Chip, do that again," she demands breathlessly. Obligingly, he repeats whatever he just did with his sinful, sinful tongue.
Gill watches with wide eyes and then leans in to kiss her again. She whimpers into his mouth, hand scrabbling for purchase. She grips Chip's hair tighter, other hand twisting into the sheets. He nips at her lip, clumsy but Jay doesn't mind.
Their tongues slide against each other and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. Gillion doesn't know what to do, so he does his best to replicate what Chip and Jay had done earlier. It seems to be working as he pulls breathless moans from her. She writhes beneath him, and breaks the kiss with a gasp.
"Fuck," she pants, face red. A thin layer of sweat shines in the light. He's sure if he were to look, both him and Chip would match. "I want your mouth on me."
"Gill, c'mere."
He shifts down to lay next to Chip, watching curiously. Jay had taken off most of her belts earlier, leaving just one that Chip quickly discards. "Lift your hips for me, sunshine." As he pulls her pants and underwear off, strings of glimmering wetness stretch and snap from where they were connected.
Sudden heat rushes through him and he can feel his arousal growing, phallus swelling inside its sheath. Jay spreads her legs, revealing her glistening arousal to them both.
"You're so wet, Jay," Chip breathes. "You're really into this, huh?"
"Shut up," she grumbles. "I thought you wanted to teach Gill how to go down on someone."
"I do, but…" Chip trails off, eyes fixed on her. "Fuck, that's so hot." Gill watches as he trails kisses up Jay's thigh, pausing every so often to bite or suck a mark on her freckled skin. He approaches her wetness, but always dips back down to kiss at her leg.
"Stop teasing," she whines when he pulls away from her core for the third time. "Or I'm going to get Gill to do it."
"I thought you liked when I took my time."
"Not when you're being a bastard." Despite her words, her voice doesn't carry any heat, only growing want. "Come on, Chip."
The man extends a hand to swipe through her folds. When he draws his hand back, it shines with her slick. Gillion leans closer.
"Want to try?" Chip offers. Gillion takes him up on it, lapping at his skin. It's kind of sweet, yet tangy. On impulse, Gill takes his finger into his mouth. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me." His free hand pushes Gill's hair out of his face.
Chip can only take so much, and having Jay desperate and Gillion sucking his finger is too much. His dick is achingly hard. He pulls his finger from Gill's mouth and turns back to Jay. She spreads her legs a little wider, and he watches as her cunt pulses, a drop of slick sliding down.
"You always want to start slow," he advises. Then, unable to help himself, Chip dives in. He softly laps up the slick coating her folds, dipping his tongue in her hole teasingly. She swears, legs trying to close but held open by them. Her clit twitches when he glides his tongue across it.
Chip goes slow, working her up. It's not often that Jay will let him take his time, and he's intent on savoring it. Jay jerks when he pushes his tongue inside of her, easing the way for his fingers later. He can feel Gillion leaning closer and draws back, wiping his mouth with his free hand.
"Do you want to try? Just be careful."
They adjust, and Chip traces his finger around her hole as Gillion starts to lick at her. She whines, hips trying to arch towards them. Chip ducks back down to lap at her clit when Gillion pushes his tongue into her.
She swears, voice breaking on a moan. He sucks on her clit, listening to her as she falls apart.
Gillion can't help a moan of his own as his tongue presses into Jay, head swimming. She's so warm, and soft. He smooths his hand over her thigh, the muscles tight with tension. Chip does something that pulls a loud moan from her, hips jumping.
"Fuck, I want—more, please," she begs, hand loosely tangling in his hair, holding him close to her.
"Gill, let me-" he pushes one of his fingers in, alongside Gill's tongue. "Keep it up." Soon a second finger joins the first, and he can feel them twisting and stretching, opening her up. They hook, pressing against something that makes her wail. Gill's jaw aches but he keeps going.
He can feel Chip licking at her faster, moaning quietly into her. Gill gulps air through his nose, unwilling to pull back. Through it all, Chip's fingers never stop. Her voice reaches a fever pitch and then she seizes up, clenching around them as a new wave of slick gushes from her. He keeps licking at her until she pushes his head away.
"Holy shit," she breathes, going lax. "Good job."
He wipes his face with his hand. "Thank you."
Next to him, Chip sucks his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. Gillion swallows, unable to look away. Chip smirks and slowly, slowly draws them out. A thin string of saliva connects his fingers to his mouth before it snaps. Then, Chip is kissing Gillion, licking into his mouth. Jay's taste lingers on him, on both of them.
Chip shifts closer to him, hips pressed to his leg. Something presses to him and unthinkingly, he pushes back. Chip yelps, then moans, hips rocking against him. His hardness presses insistently into Gillion's thigh. He pulls back to watch as the flush on Chip's face grows brighter, listening to his small pants. His head falls, pressing against Gill's shoulder, hot breath fanning over his gills, making him shiver.
"You could take off your pants," Jay calls, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Might feel better, babe."
"Jay," he whines, leaning back to look at her. Gillion misses his warmth almost immediately. "We were having a moment."
"You're dry humping his leg."
"That can still be a moment!"
"Can it?" Jay holds her expression for a moment longer, and then they dissolve in laughter. Tension he didn't realize was there slips away.
Chip shimmies out of his pants, leaving him in heart print boxers, an obvious tent in them. After a moment, Gillion slides his own pants off. Chip smiles at him, and then looks him up and down. "Damn, Tidestrider."
"You see me like this often."
"Not like this." Chip invades his space again, slotting his leg between Gillion's, kissing him deeply. He melts into the other, curling his arms around Chip's shoulders. He pushes against Chip's dick, relishing in the sounds that he can pull from him.
At least until Chip grinds his leg against the aching hardness in his groin. Gillion whimpers. His head tips back and almost immediately Chip mouths at the marks Jay left earlier. "I want my mouth on you," Chip breathes in his ear.
"Your mouth is on me?"
"I want to suck you off," he clarifies. "Sit down?"
Gillion ends up with his back pressed to Jay's chest, her arms wrapped around his front. She peppers kisses along his neck, and every so often her tongue darts out to lick at his gills. Chip lays between his spread legs, leaning his head against Gillion's thigh. His hair is soft against his fingers when he cards his hand through it.
"Can I take these off?" His fingers hook in the waistband of his underwear. Gill obligingly lifts his hips. His cock isn't out yet, but his slit weeps slick, swollen with arousal. Chip rubs his hand up the length of his slit, callouses rubbing over sensitive skin. He jerks, hips bucking into the touch. "How do I…?" He rubs his hand against his slit again, pressing harder. Chip coaxes his dick out with careful presses, a satisfied expression crossing his face as the tip pokes out.
It emerges slowly, undulating in the cool air.
Chip licks his lips. He leans forward, hot breath fanning over him. His dick extends, brushing against his lips.
Electricity crackles down his spine as Chip kisses the head. A velvety tongue brushes against the tip. He moans as he sucks him into his mouth, cock writhing at the sudden sensation. Jay's arms tighten around his torso.
His mouth is almost unbearably warm, the rhythmic suction almost overwhelming. His claws grip onto his hair tighter. Chip moans into him when he pulls on accident.
"He likes when you pull his hair," Jay murmurs. "Hold a little closer to his scalp though."
He shifts his grip and pulls again, crying out when Chip's moan of pleasure is perfectly timed with Jay scraping short nails over the gills on his chest and licking at the ones on his neck. He tries to thrust further into the wet warmth, something building in his stomach. Heat and tension coil tighter and tighter the longer his lovers work together to make him fall apart.
"Chip, I'm close-" He half expects Chip to pull off but instead, he sucks harder. Gill shatters, cock pulsing. He goes limp against Jay as he rides out the aftershocks, her hands rubbing soothingly against him. Chip suckles on the tip of his cock for a moment longer, before the pleasure passes and Gillion squirms away.
Jay presses a kiss to the side of his head, watching as he slowly comes down from his high. His dick hasn't retreated back into its sheath. She kind of wants it inside of her.
Chip meets her eyes pleadingly, dark eyes swallowed by even dark pupils. "I need to-" he cuts himself off, hips grinding down into the bed. "Can I- Gill-"
Gillion lifts his head and Chip crawls up the bed, straddling his thigh—well. Their thighs considering that Jay's bracket Gillion's. She doesn't scoot back. Instead, Jay reaches around as Chip shoves the waistband of his boxers down, clearly too desperate to even try to take them off.
She wraps her hand around the velvety heat of his cock, squeezing lightly. The dry slide of her hand must be uncomfortable, but Chip thrusts up into her regardless. She smears precum over his tip. She tightens her grip, moving her hand faster. She pauses every so often to lavish more attention on the head, or to fondle his balls, listening to the moans that pour out of his mouth.
There's something beautiful, about watching her lovers come undone. And Jay has unraveled Chip so many times. Gillion's hand brushes against hers inquisitively and she presses a smiling kiss to his shoulder. "Do you want to help?"
"Yeah," he murmurs.
She slows her movements so he can see better—a long, squeezing pull, followed by a twist. She swipes over the head on her second pass, watching as Chip shudders. "Please," he rasps. Jay lets go, and watches as Gillion's hand encircles Chip in her place.
His motions are less sure, but Chip is so far gone that it clearly doesn't matter. His hips thrust up into Gillion's hand, and then stutter once, twice, three times. His head arcs back, mouth open in acute relief, come spurting from him as his cock jerks. Come coats Gillion's hand, and falls across his stomach and her thigh.
Jay shifts, arousal building up in her again. Gillion lifts his hand and curiously licks some of it off. She swallows thickly. Chip's eyes fix to his hand, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"Gill, don't try to get me hard again," he complains, tipping forward to bury his head in Gill's shoulder. "At least give me a breather, buddy." Jay snorts, leaning forward to kiss his unruly hair.
"You do this to me all the time," she points out. "I think it's only fair to happen to you."
"You like it."
Her cheeks flush and she looks away. "That's not the point."
"Mm, it could be." He leans over Gillion's shoulder, into her space, eyes twinkling. He cups her cheek, thumb dragging over her lip. She nips at the pad of his thumb, then laps over it. "Jay…" She blinks slowly at him, shivering as heat builds more insistently in her. Images flash through her head of the different things she wants to try, but one stands out more than the rest.
"Gill," she starts, almost unsure, "can you go again?"
"I think so?"
"Good. I want-" she swallows again, "I want to ride you."
Chip's eyes go wide. Gillion shivers. "Okay."
She barely waits for Gill to settle on his back before she's straddling him, kissing him hotly. Chip slips around behind her, one hand squeezing her chest and the other sliding down her front to tease her cunt. She moans into his mouth as Chip's fingers slide into her, his thumb brushing her clit.
Gill's tongue pushes insistently into her mouth, curling around hers. She whines when Chip pushes a third finger into her, stretching her.
"Do you think you need a fourth finger? He's pretty big," Chip says conversationally. "Maybe just to be sure."
"It's fine," she gasps, shuddering when he pushes her hair over her shoulder to bite at her neck. "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" At her nod, he twists his fingers and presses against her g-spot before slowly dragging them out, pushing against her walls. She whines again, clenching around the sudden emptiness.
Gillion's hands grip her hips as she pushes up, her hand reaching down to line him up. His cock is long, starting thin at the top and progressive getting thicker until the base. It's probably the biggest thing she's ever taken. He undulates slowly, the tip reaching towards her. "Eager, huh?" she tries to laugh, but it breaks in a moan as she slowly lowers herself down.
His dick writhes inside of her, thrashing against her walls. Her mouth hangs open, breathy ahs being punched out of her with every brush against her g-spot. Her thighs shake as she sinks lower, head tipping back.
Claws dig ever so slightly into her skin. Finally, her hips meets his. She's so full, his cock filling her up perfectly.
"Fuck, Jay," Chip breathes in her ear. "How does it feel?"
"Good," she pants, shifting her hips. She yelps as Gill jerks, thrusting into her. "Shit, do that again."
They find a rhythm, Jay lifting up and dropping back down, Gillion thrusting up as she drops. Chip's fingers slide against her clit, slipping in the slick that coats the apex of her thighs. She can feel herself dripping, even with Gill filling her. He's so loud, gasping out praise for her, looking up at her with such adoration.
She whimpers when Chip presses on her stomach, feeling where Gill fills her. Tension coils tighter in her, but she's desperate to get Gillion to come first. She needs to make this good for him.
Jay clenches around him when Chip plucks at her nipple, watching with hazy eyes as he moves to kiss around the other's gills. Gillion whimpers loudly, mouth falling open.
He looks wrecked, flushed a dark blue, hair spread like a halo around him, sweat beading on his face. She leans down to kiss him again, moaning at the way he shifts inside of her.
It doesn't take too much longer for him to come, filling her even more. Chip's hand presses insistently to her clit and then she's following him over the edge, whining.
Jay shakily lifts herself off, collapsing on the bed next to her lovers. Rapidly cooling cum slips down her thigh.
"That was…" Gill doesn't finish his sentence. "Thank you both." He nuzzles into her shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses to her skin.
"Of course." She rolls over to hug him tightly, tangling their legs together. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Very much."
"Do you…want to join us again?" Chip asks softly, curling around Gillion's back.
"I think so. Maybe not…every time. It was a little overwhelming. But I did like it."
"It can be a lot, yeah." Against her will, her eyes start to slip closed. Jay presses a kiss to his chest.
Gillion smiles as Jay's breath evens out, holding her tightly. "Do we need to get the light?"
"I've got it. I'll get a rag too." Chip kisses his neck quickly and then he's gone. He comes back a moment later with a couple of damp rags. "Here, I've got it."
"I can help," Gillion protests as the rag meets his stomach. Sometime after Jay shifted off of him, his cock had retracted back to its sheath. He still shivers as the rag gently wipes over his slit and down his thighs.
"I know. Let me take care of you, guppy."
Gillion can't argue, and he watches tiredly as Chip finishes cleaning him off, before moving to gently wipe against Jay's skin. She grumbles sleepily, trying to bat him away.
"Jay-Jay, you're going to hate it if you wake up sticky. Just give me a second." Once they're all somewhat clean, Chip vanishes again, and the soft light goes out.
Gillion hums contentedly as the blanket is pulled up to cover them, quickly followed by Chip climbing back into bed. His lovers are warm against him, all three of them satisfied. He slips off to sleep with a smile on his face.