Half-taken by his own imagination, Wrench tips his face toward the ceiling and breathes heavy puffs of air from his burning lungs. The distance that separates his wanting body from the two men curled towards one another in the center of that bad seems vast. Like a dizzying Alice in Wonderland dreamscape, the room seems to pitch and tilt in the low light, and it's too much to keep up with his own voice alongside the pool of warmth in his belly and the yearning of his own body. It makes Wrench careless with his voice, and those simple sounds of his own interested pleasure filter across the space unchecked as he thumbs circles around the tip of his cock and teases his length against the fabric of his unshed jeans.
He wonders how well Jim knows Kurt's body. When he first traced the lines of his ribs, and held him at his hips. How man times has he tasted the man between his lips, and felt that tail capture him at the thighs? And for Kurt, has he ever insisted Jim's claws out in their bed? Does he have another man for the name when they fuck, something reserved for just the two of them? Wrench remembers the grip of Kurt's fingers, and the strength of Jim's bucking hips.
He's vulnerable like this, too caught up in the desires that prickle his own skin to keep his eye on his own surroundings. When Wrench's hazy eyes turn back to the bedroom, he nearly jolts to realize he's lost the sight of the two men crooked together in the light of the storm. The surprise of the movement out of the corner of his eye makes him flinch, and his grunt comes out as a strangled, shrill sound of surprise to see Jim with the beer in hand, watching him. Wrench finds his concern mingling with desire, and the push and pull of his fear at being caught and his trill to see eyes on him makes him rut himself against the cushion and try to hide what he's doing.
It's not enough. The effort is foolishly ineffective, and Jim's insistence brings Wrench stumbling to his feet. He growls to feel the rough pass of fabric over his sensitive hard on, but frees himself to the chill of the cabin and looks to the open bedroom. To the negotiation of Jim drinking his beer, still hard, but beckoning. To Kurt stretched widthways across the mattress, writhing at his own situation. Left exposed to the interests of both men. Their hungry, lavishing attention. You too? Wrench asks the man even as he wanders into the bedroom and drapes himself next to Kurt to kiss at his neck.
I've been watching, he admits, just to see how the statement lands. I wanted to see how you show yourself off for him.
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He wonders how well Jim knows Kurt's body. When he first traced the lines of his ribs, and held him at his hips. How man times has he tasted the man between his lips, and felt that tail capture him at the thighs? And for Kurt, has he ever insisted Jim's claws out in their bed? Does he have another man for the name when they fuck, something reserved for just the two of them? Wrench remembers the grip of Kurt's fingers, and the strength of Jim's bucking hips.
He's vulnerable like this, too caught up in the desires that prickle his own skin to keep his eye on his own surroundings. When Wrench's hazy eyes turn back to the bedroom, he nearly jolts to realize he's lost the sight of the two men crooked together in the light of the storm. The surprise of the movement out of the corner of his eye makes him flinch, and his grunt comes out as a strangled, shrill sound of surprise to see Jim with the beer in hand, watching him. Wrench finds his concern mingling with desire, and the push and pull of his fear at being caught and his trill to see eyes on him makes him rut himself against the cushion and try to hide what he's doing.
It's not enough. The effort is foolishly ineffective, and Jim's insistence brings Wrench stumbling to his feet. He growls to feel the rough pass of fabric over his sensitive hard on, but frees himself to the chill of the cabin and looks to the open bedroom. To the negotiation of Jim drinking his beer, still hard, but beckoning. To Kurt stretched widthways across the mattress, writhing at his own situation. Left exposed to the interests of both men. Their hungry, lavishing attention. You too? Wrench asks the man even as he wanders into the bedroom and drapes himself next to Kurt to kiss at his neck.
I've been watching, he admits, just to see how the statement lands. I wanted to see how you show yourself off for him.