Let’s get deeper pt 2

His heart was loud.

Alec swallowed.

“Nah, it’s probably dumb anyway. I should…”

“If you say ‘go’, as in leave this room, Rachel’s going to follow you and just stare at you aggressively because she’s afraid to push you down again. Even if she really wants to cover you with puppies.”

Alec’s mouth went dry.

“It’s not her fault, though.” And, looking up, because he could own this. “It’s not your fault, Rache.”

She was staring at him very intently, exactly like if he tried to hide in his room she’d follow him and watch him all night, very carefully.

Worse, she didn’t think she could touch him, which was… frankly intolerable?

“Shut up.” Rachel said, frowning even harder. “I know that. Stupid.”

“Where’s Taylor?” Of course, he could feel her in the kitchen, walking closer, when he concentrated–

“Here.” She stopped by the loveseat as she passed, running a hand through his hair. Alec leaned into it with a soft noise, before he could even think.

His toes curled. 

Lisa laughed at him.

“You really like having your hair played with, hm?” She teased, and Alec flicked her.

Her mouth dropped open in an outraged protest and he snickered.

“Maybe.” Alec allowed. “I don’t usuallyyyyyyoooh.”

Brian pushing a big hand through his bangs and over his scalp, displacing curls. Gentle, not pulling, petting with curious finger-combing motions.

Moving reminded him that his underwear was sticky, damp and cooling from where he’d leaked pre into them during the extremely sexy thing Rachel did before he freaked out.

Rachel moving his hips into grinding on her, rubbing against her belly, the slick slide of his clothes, being in her lap, her arms wrapped around him, cradling him, focused on him, encouraging him.

Despite how hot it had been, when he’d been pretty much leaking for it, the physical remnants were now borderline unpleasant.

(He’s still embarrassingly half hard about it and remembering how nice it had been makes his cock jump hopefully like it’s being offered a treat.)

The mess was cooling and obvious and cringey, and he couldn’t even care, the hand in his hair was that nice.

“I think you found his off button.” Lisa said, amused, and Alec flipped her off. Less effective when both hands were around her middle but she got the message, she was a Thinker.

“If he could purr, he would.” Brian agreed, petting a little harder when Alec tried to protest. He huffed instead.

“You guys suck.” Alec let his face relax, dropping into the physical sensations of his body. Hair, petted. Strong man behind him, holding him upright. Tiny wisp of a girl in front of him, playing with the fingers of one hand without a care in the world.

“I see your game, Tattetale.” He murmured, eyes closed.

“Oh, do you? Good, I was worried.” She spread her cheek on his chest, unbothered. “Rachel’s going to give Taylor your hickey, by the way. Since you freaked the fuck out.”

It was a tease, and a provoking one at that. Alec bopped his nose against her temple in rebuke, though his heart wasn’t in it.

“Horrible creature. Foul woman. Miserly wench.” He complained, and Brian’s wonderful, happy laughter was right against his ear. Alec’s breath hitched.

Taylor sat down in Rachel’s lap again, reminding him:

“C’mon, she doesn’t have to really do the dare card after all that. Let’s just keep playing.” He nuzzled against Lisa’s face and shoulder from behind, hardly complaining about that part.

“Fuck you, I’m doing it.” Rachel said, glare accompanying.

Taylor frowned, too.

“You already tried to steal it from me once.” She said, tone hard enough that Alec almost– almost– flinched, because it was her no-nonsense Skitter tone, the you fucked up somehow tone, and it must have shown because she put down that armor with an apologetic smile.

Taylor reminded him of some of his siblings, sometimes, in the strangest ways. She didn’t know how to play, times like now, when she tried, ending up either too violent or just staring intensely into someone’s soul, but he didn’t mind slowly coaxing her out of the extremes, helping her hit that sweet spot she was aiming for.

It was part of the unspoken campaign they had to reassure her they liked her.

And it was working. Instead of getting upset, Taylor shrugged it off, with her little smile and a shrug.

“Come over here.” Rachel said pointedly, tugging Taylor back towards her. “Anyone else got any smartass comments?”

Too easy. 

Lisa opened her mouth at the same time as Alec did, and Brian proved he had two hands by covering both of their mouths.

Alec, of course, did not freak out this time, and it felt… really fucking nice that they weren’t tiptoeing around his shit.

“They’re good.” Brian said, all deadpan, and Rachel snorted a laugh. Even Taylor cracked a smile which stayed in place as Rachel whispered something in her ear.

Taylor leaned back against her, much like Lisa was doing to Alec, and dipped her head to the side in invitation.

Oh. They were going to make it a show.

Alec tugged down the hand over his mouth.

“As distractions go,” He said to Lisa. “I think this is an excellent choice.”

“Fuck you, I’m doing this because I want to.” The redhead said, only to pause. She smirked. “The show is out of the goodness of my heart because I like you.”

Alec groaned, burying his face in Lisa’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” He asked. “Now?”

“Why not now?” Brian asked, voice low and sweet. Gah. He pressed his cheek to Alec’s hair, nuzzling into him.

Rachel started kissing Taylor’s offered neck, watching them with golden eyes like a dare.

As far as shows went, it was already arresting. Taylor’s breathing started to quicken, her chest rising and falling in Alec’s shirt.

He’d almost forgotten the switch.

None of them could look away.

“Nng.” Taylor gave the quietest, almost hurt noise when Rachel stopped to tease one specific spot, a mirror to where Alec had left his mark earlier.

The temperature of the room slowly rose, in direct proportion to how flustered Taylor’s expression became. Color rose high in her cheeks, eyes clouding over.

“She likes to be watched,” Lisa said, voice low and… aroused. Alec jolted, surprised to feel it when her thighs pressed together and rubbed.

Being just a little turned on shouldn’t be enough to ping off his power feedback and yet… the entire room slowly reaching some degree of heightened arousal was causing it to happen anyway.

Taylor made another noise, closing her eyes, almost a denial at Lisa’s words… but not quite managing it the ‘denial’ part.

Rachel’s hands dropped low, landing thumb-side inward on Taylor’s thighs. Parted them, a little.

There was nothing to really show, they were both fully dressed, and yet the motion rocked through all of them. Rachel, putting their girl on display, spreading her legs a little in Rachel’s lap; watching Taylor try not to moan while the other girl maimed her neck.

“Fuck.” Brian said lowly, echoing Alec’s thoughts exactly, and the coarse turn of phrase from their usually so refined leader spread heat down his spine.

Rachel left her mark slow and easy, throat moving in subtle, mesmerizing ways. Taylor just kept getting pinker.

Alec’s eyes were arrested by Rachel’s gold ones. She rose an eyebrow and deliberately moved one of her hands inward, tracing along Taylor’s thigh.

Then she cupped Taylor’s pussy and rubbed.

“Jesus fuck!” Alec jolted, would have flown right off the couch if not pressed between two very pretty teammates, and the entire affair paused briefly to stare at him.

“Oh.” Lisa said, eyes widening. “Oh!” 

Alec grit his teeth. 

“Thinker 7 share with the class?” Brian asked, very calm for the situation.

“He can feel everything we feel. Pain… pleasure.” Lisa’s voice dropped an octave and she cleared her throat.

“Like it’s your hand on me, yeah.” Alec managed. “I don’t usually advertise it like that, though, Lis.”

“Wait, but that’s… really important to know? Shit, what if one of us gets shot?”

“I can pull it back. Usually. Pain is loud but doesn’t reflect all the time. Pleasure is… look. It’s a trigger thing, alright?” Alec ran a hand through his hair, though it was awkward to get the room to maneuver when neither of them were giving him space.

“Explain.” Brian said, batting Alec’s hand down and then replacing it. He was trying so hard to be tense but Brian’s hand petting him, dragging through his hair, dropped his heart rate so fast he thought he might be dizzy.

“Sex trigger, sex trauma.” Alec tipped his head back, voice going quiet and soft. Brian’s nails caught a little, a deliberate not-scratch that felt unbelievably good. “If people are turned on, it makes my power… reactive? My range increases, I get more feedback, emotions and physical sensations even if I’m not hijacking someone.”

“With everyone?” Lisa asked, already shrewd as she figured it out.

“No, just people I know well enough to hijack. My power slips the leash a little and gives me physical and emotional feedback– without the mastering, don’t look at me like that. You’d know if I was controlling you.”

“And how are we looking at you?” Brian asked, sounding– amused. Unconcerned. Petting. “Not one of us here is worried about that.”

The words rang… weirdly true and Alec, currently basking in psychic feedback of happy, horny, trusting people… couldn’t refute it.

He huffed.

“I could hijack you so easily right now.” Alec muttered, petulant.

“Oh yeah?” Lisa giggled, poking him in the chest. “Do it, then.”

“Hang on, pause a second.” Rachel said, drawing their attention. Her brow was furrowed. “Physical shit– you said you feel it?”

“Yeah.” Alec summarized. “Pretty much.”

“So this.” Rachel said, grinding the heel of her palm on Taylor’s clit, making him flinch and Taylor cry out. “It feels like my hand on you?”

“It really does.” Lisa confirmed, while he tried to breathe.

“Okay.” Rachel said, simply. “Good.”

She rubbed the outside of Taylor’s clothed sex meanly, slow but not particularly gentle and Alec’s mouth dropped open.

“Are you just gonna… keep doing that?” Brian asked, sounding a bit strangled himself.

“Taylor hasn’t asked me to stop.” Rachel grinned a little. Tilted her head. “Alec hasn’t asked me to stop, either. It’s hot that I can touch both of them.”

“The lack of a ‘no’ does not equal a ‘yes’,” Brian said. “I know you know this, Rachel.”

His tone said be better and I might be disappointed in you, but he was also smiling? He trailed fingertips down Alec’s throat and chest, stroking.

“It-t’s fine.” Taylor managed, eyes squeezed shut to avoid looking at any of them. Her voice was breathy and shuddery.

“Alec?” Lisa asked.

“Hm?” Rachel was rubbing him off, slow and steady, and it was all he could do not to fuck up into it. It was a phantom touch so there was nothing to grind into and for a moment he considered– Brian’s hand, dropping lower– but he probably wouldn’t and–

“Do you like this?” Brian asked, like something warm and sweet down his spine. “No, sorry– do you want her to keep going?”

“I– yes? Both?” Alec couldn’t pause to think about it, about any of this. If it stopped he might cry, which would frankly be embarrassing.

“You want to feel what Taylor’s feeling? Want to be part of their little show for us?” Lisa turned just enough to kiss his jaw, pressing the words into his skin.

Alec swallowed hard.

He couldn’t speak so he nodded. Close enough; who actually thought about these things? They were doing it already and it wasn’t bad, yet, so why stop?

Taylor felt so good.

“Hickey.” Rachel said pointedly, drawing her hand up from Taylor’s thigh to point. “No, just because I’m not spreading your legs, doesn’t mean you can hide from us. Put them back.”

Alec wasn’t the only one to inhale roughly for that, though he was the only one who could feel Taylor slowly, shakily part her legs again, giving them a clear view of Rachel’s hand cupping her.

The rest of them could see it, though.

See Taylor’s cheeks get ruddy red, her eyes glazed over.

In Alec’s shirt.

He groaned, head falling back on Brian’s chest. 

“Are we playing more or not?” Rachel asked, sounding decidedly amused. “I finished the hickey thing.”

“Are you… going to keep doing that?” Brian asked, watching. And breathing unsteadily against Alec’s neck.

“Doing what?” A smirk.

“Lord.” Lisa said, fanning herself. “Mm, we’re about to lose Taylor and Alec to this, sure, let’s ask them more questions and tease them when they can’t form a sentence properly.”

Alec couldn’t form a sentence properly just then so he satisfied himself pinching Lisa’s side to make her yelp.

Brian snorted a laugh in his ear.

“Okay, whose cards are whose?” Lisa reached for the piles discarded on the table amongst the snacks. “Actually, fuck it, I’m just going to draw new cards for everyone.”

Alec laughed a little, the sound coming out mostly right, only a small part of it more vowel than anything. He thought about asking, decided against it almost immediately, and waited to see if Lisa would object to more kisses like earlier.

Her gasp as he kissed her ear was not one of protest, and she leaned more heavily into him, trying to act unaffected.

“Now it’s… Deeper cards, right?” She asked, mostly rhetorically as Alec moved the curtain of her hair to get better access, brushing the soft line of his mouth over the column of her throat.

“I’m not sure we’ll survive Deeper cards,” Brian muttered, low enough that they could pretend they didn’t hear it… but no amount of pretending would let Alec not notice the sigh right against his ear.

Or Brian’s hand at his waist, squeezing a little as the other boy shifted his weight… and breathed more deliberately against Alec’s neck.

God, fuck. Alec squeezed his eyes shut. 

Taylor ground up into Rachel’s hand, and he tried to match the rhythm, keeping it as steady and as shallow as he could, without literally humping Lisa. 

“It’s your turn, baby.” Brian said, darkly amused as he gave Alec the same treatment Alec was giving Lisa– not quite kissing, because he wasn’t moving his lips that way, but a definite touch and drag of lips on skin.

Sensitive, sensitive skin.

“Me?” Alec eventually thought to ask, as though through a daze. Fuck, where were his cards even?

Lisa handed him something and he squinted at it until it made sense.

“What’s something about you that you think is important for your partner to know?” He said, fighting to get his voice loud enough to be heard. 

Don’t say ‘that I’m hard’, don’t say ‘that I’m hard.’

Alec swallowed. “Shit, I don’t know. Hey, I’m a human Master, I guess.”

“Really?” Brian asked, having fun. “You can’t think of anything more important to tell someone? Maybe whether or not you like biting, hm?”

“Tu es une putain d’allumeuse” Alec gasped, one hand reaching back to clench in Brian’s shirt. You are such a fucking tease.

“Lisa?” Brian questioned, fluttering his fingers over to her waist instead.

“Come back to me, I need a second.” She said, appropriately breathless, and Alec whined again.

“That’s not even fair, you’re not–”

“Rachel?” Brian tried, speaking over him.

“I’d like to bite him, more.” She said, deliberately misunderstanding the question. “I don’t know how much I like people biting me, but it wasn’t bad earlier. We can try it more. I liked the hickey.”

“Jesus.” Alec closed his eyes against the molten gold of her gaze. Against the hot, heavy pressure of her hand.

“Me, too.” Taylor said before anyone could ask, barely keeping it together. “I just… I wanna try doing the biting? He… the other day, and just now, it felt really good when he bit a little…”

“The ‘other day?’ You mean when we all kissed.” Rachel corrected, voice a growl. “You let him bite you, then, too? Pull your lip with his teeth and get you all worked up?”

Taylor gasped, leaning back into the other girl. Spread her legs that much wider.

“Yes,” She said, swallowing hard. “It was… just a little, really um… really light? But it was so good.”

Alec moaned, the sound half-muffled by Lisa’s throat.

Brian closed his eyes harshly, obviously remembering the fact that, oh yeah, they all passed Alec around like a blunt really recently and everyone here had enjoyed it.

Why not do that again?

God, please do that again, Alec wants to be kissed so badly his lips ache with it, and pressing his mouth against Lisa’s warm skin is not helping things at all.

“My turn.” Brian decided. “To answer the actual question. You should know that I’m going crazy over this.”

What?

Lisa shifted in his lap. At first he thought she was leaving and whined, but she stayed close– even better, she got closer, pinning him between her chest and Brian’s, half straddling him to just… look at his face?

“You should know that I love seeing you like this.” Lisa said fiercely, trailing a hand down his shirt– Taylor’s shirt– and pushing a little, though there was nowhere to go.

It still felt nice, pressure pushing him back against Brian, who was so firm behind him, so steady.

“You should know.” Rachel said, voice low with all the gravel in the Bay. “That Taylor is so wet for this. For us.”

Taylor made a hurt sound and they all turned to look, Alec taking the opportunity to kiss Lisa’s jaw as she faced them. It was so tempting, so hard not to grab her and pull her closer, fully into his lap, to kiss her.

To tangle fingers in her blonde hair and feel the fine strands, to guide the kiss, to feel her plush mouth and lipgloss and…

Alec remembered to actually look at the show Taylor was so thoughtfully putting on for them. Or the show Rachel was, rather.

At some point her shorts had come unbuttoned, the fly half drawn down.

He felt more than saw it as Rachel’s hand slid into her panties, dipping straight down to part her lips. Felt the wet on Rachel’s hand, the rough touch on Taylor’s pussy.

Felt everything.

He moaned in time with Taylor, losing track of whose hands were actually on him, or on her, or on each other.

“Y-you should know Rachel’s really good at this.” Taylor gasped, eyes closed tight and chest heaving for air. Her legs were spread on either side of Rachel’s, on display for them.

Being exhibited like a museum piece, a gorgeous statue or priceless work of art.

“Oh, Alec knows.” Lisa purred, turning back to him. Turning her head brought her close, close enough to kiss his jaw, which she did. All along and to his unkissed mouth which hurt, aching for touch.

“You feel what Taylor feels, baby?” Brian said, kissing the shell of his ear. “Does it feel like you’re wet for it, too?”

Shit, that was so dirty, and Alec gave an extremely broken laugh.

“Inside of my boxers are like a slip n’ slide, yeah.” Alec breathed, letting the humor in, letting himself relax as much as he could to just enjoy it.

It was fine if they didn’t want to kiss him, if they didn’t want that. Of course it was. He knew what it was like to not want and he could, like, respect that, even if it felt like someone carving his heart out with a rusty knife.

“Oh.” Lisa said, abruptly stricken, and he had just enough time to feel her lovely weight shift, the slide of her knee against his, before she was kissing him.

Alec’s hands fell on her hips automatically, keeping her close, more suggestion than force, more embrace than anything, and then the timing registered.

Thinker fucking seven.

The kiss was so soft, so sweet, so perfect.

Alec pulled away shuddering.

“No. Not if you don’t want it.” He squeezed his eyes shut, voice so ragged.

He gasped as Rachel’s hand sped up. As Lisa’s thigh rubbed between his.

He was overwhelmed and falling apart and no amount of flirty one-liners would make Lisa– Lisa, who was almost as sex-averse as Alec was– someone who wanted this, who–

“Baby, what?” Brian asked, again with that name, and Lisa made a soft noise of distress, following his retreat with her hand and her mouth.

Soft fingers trailed over his cheek, and she kissed his jaw again, which was clenched and tight, and Brian’s breath at his ear made everything so close and stifling.

He needed space, time to think away from the hot press of Rachel’s hand on him, the press and slide over his clit, of Taylor’s teeth on his/her lip and Brian’s hardness throbbing against his unforgiving jeans.

He needed to pull away from them–

“No!” Lisa snapped, grabbing at him, looking like she wanted to shake him.

She kissed him again, hard and almost angry, and he’d never been kissed like that by someone who loved him.

And oh, she did, it was bright in her, and she wanted, yellow-happiness fading to lime-exasperation and fucking surrounded by golden-love and pale-pink-want.

Shit, he only saw emotions as colors when he was deep in a power trance or when he was about to cum.

Alec gasped against her mouth and shivered through it, begging with his body, with every exhale a half-broken cry, and Brian was making soothing noises, now, how fucked did he look that Brian was comforting him?

Brian who was so hard it hurt a little but keeping himself to relatively chaste kisses to the back of Alec’s neck, to his throat, his ear and the side of his jaw like he couldn’t kiss enough.

“We want you.” Lisa insisted, jerking back from her kiss, from Alec’s mouth that tried to follow, and Brian grunted, hands tightening on Alec’s waist.

“Lis–”

“He thinks we don’t.” She dug a hand into the soft flesh inside his elbow, fingers all but claws, refusing to let him go.

“Love,” Brian gasped, groaning against him. “Please, you’re so–”

“Stupid.” Rachel growled from too far away, but how was she– her hand in his hair, wrapping a fist around curls, jerking his head back to assail his throat.

Taylor whined with her whole body, thrashing, and Rachel bit down, nearly hard enough draw blood, almost hard enough.

“Mine.” She said, in Taylor’s ear, in Alec’s ear, nipping the lobe like a warning. “Ours.”

Everything in him was made of denial, something small and unworthy and curled up screaming at him, but they were telling him something else, that he was wanted, that they loved him.

“You’re good, you’re so good.” Brian panted at his ear. “It’s okay, you’re doing so well for us.”

“Brian wants to kiss you so bad he’s shaking.” Lisa nosed against his cheekbone, his temple, nuzzling in until her voice was at his other ear where it always should be, whispering taunting secrets and flaying him open with the truth.

Or at least a version of it.

He tried to hold onto that thought as she spoke, as she kissed and molested his ear a little, as her tongue pressed in ways Alec would never think Lisa would use it.

Fuck, when was the last time he cleaned his ears? Probably this morning, when he showered, but–

“I don’t care,” Lisa bit him, and he gasped in outrage and shock and laughter, as she pressed impossibly closer, as she licked behind his ear lobe so slowly it was almost ticklish.

“I don’t have some weird ear-kink.” He managed, laughter under his breath.

“Don’t you?” Lisa’s raised eyebrow, the hint of play in her voice.

Something in Alec unclenched, just a little, the urge to play back rearing its head somewhere under the constant wave of sensation that he was fucking his hips up into, of Rachel watching them but not taking a single second to slow down or show some mercy to poor Taylor, who was falling apart even more than he was.

Brian was at his other side, nosing at the folds and creases in his ear, breath hot and pausing like he thought about fucking his tongue in.

Alec has done that before and it was strange, hot and squirmy and good except for the person had been Cherie, just trying to fuck with him, at some political ball.

With Brian it would probably be different, but if Lisa started tongue-fucking his ear-canal he was going to call a priest.

“I am not possessed!” She tried for stern and offended but she was giggling, pressed close enough to almost lose her balance, and he steadied her with his grip on her waist.

“You’re not psychic, either, stay out of my head.” Alec pulled her back to him, one hand sliding up her little camisole, until it could curl around her neck and guide her in, guide her close enough he could nuzzle against the sharp cut of her chin.

It was almost in him to beg for this, for their hands on him, for another kiss pressed to his desperate mouth.

When he tried his throat closed tight and Lisa looked at him with too-knowing green eyes, with avid curiosity and something not unlike she wanted to devour him, to find all his secrets and the hurt things he was hiding underneath them.

She pressed her mouth to his but her lips were trembling, a fine tremor so slight he wouldn’t have noticed it if he couldn’t feel it, and the colors had faded a little as he gave way to fear–

To self preservation, escaping a painful situation before it could hurt him more–

But he was still feeling so much more than he should and so much more of them.

“We’re not going to hurt you!” Lisa insisted, hand tangled in his–in Taylor’s shirt– at the collar, probably stretching it out– “Fuck the shirt!”

“Okay, what, does your power work like mine?” Alec demanded, pulling back for just a split second before he thought better of it and stole another kiss, a searching kiss, a pleading kiss because he didn’t want to be let go, and Lisa made a noise into it.

“The sex trigger thing?” She yanked back to ask. “No, my power acts up when I need to know something, or someone will hurt themselves being stupid.”

“I– I’m not.” Alec wasn’t even sure where to go with that, squeezing his eyes shut as Rachel worked them over. His cock hurt in his pants and Lisa was right over him, pressed so close even the movement of their mutual breathing rubbed her thigh against his need, and he swallowed.

“Sweetheart.” Lisa softened, reaching up to push the sweaty hair out of his forehead. “Look at you, you’re so pretty like this.”

Alec whined. Brian echoed it, several octaves lower, sounding just as affected.

His hands slid under Taylor’s shirt from the front, warm and calloused against Alec’s soft belly, against the vulnerable skin, and he pulled Alec close like he couldn’t bear the distance between them.

“Gorgeous.” Brian said, almost a grunt. “S’– so fucking gorgeous, want to eat you–”

Wild laughter, almost pained, almost like he was having a crisis back there– even Lisa’s eyebrow rose sharply– and it shouldn’t have been hot, but it totally was, and Alec was pink and flushed already, he shouldn’t be able to blush more.

And yet.

“S’te plaît, please, Bri, mon force, embrasser-moi–” Curls spilling messy against Brian’s chest Alec dropped back, vibrating.

Brian turned, and kept turning, until they were more side by side and then almost dipped him, Alec half-over his lap before he brought their lips together hungrily, so hungry, so needy.

Alec thought he was the only one!

Hands on his face holding him like he’s precious, like he’s special and perfect and small and breakable, and Alec kissed back just as desperate.

“Relax.” Rachel said into his ear, calm and in-control. “Let yourself feel good. See how Taylor likes this?”

Taylor’s parted thighs were jerking every few seconds, like a vibrator pressed too hard, too fast on her clit and she was flinching away from it, her stomach muscles clenching in time with her pussy as broken, keening noises clawed out of her throat.

Alec was already shaking his head, senseless, would have scrambled away from them if he wasn’t held so securely.

“C-cant, can’t, you’ll–I’ll–” Alec stuttered as Rachel played with him, as she rubbed so firmly against the sloppy-wet head of his cock, so sensitive.

“We want to see you, love.” Lisa kissed him again, something too soft for the sweaty state of him, for his shivering form and feverish skin.

Alec shook his head.

They’d see him fall apart, fucking embarassing, nobody was even touching him, they– they’d see his expression when he fell to pieces, torn open raw and wanting them.

“Trust us, baby, it’s okay.” Brian soothed, rubbing through his curls. A big hand splaying against his chest, tugging him close, a hug– oh, hugging him, reassuring him, kissing his jaw. “We want to see it, see you.”

“That’s– that’s not–”

“Unless you don’t want it.” Lisa said, reaching out and holding his hand, stroking over his knuckles. “Is it too much, sweetheart? We can stop right now.”

No, that would be worse, he’d have ruined everything, and it would be awkward afterward, and– what, they’d cut off right then and he’d catch his breath, cock slowly softening, until they were all staring at each other?

What, stop Taylor from cumming when she’s so close, just because he can’t handle being vulnerable in front of the four people he trusts most in the world?

It was hard to think as Taylor’s pleasure brightened to a fever pitch, less humping Rachel’s hand and more constantly twitching against it as her back arched, pushing her tits out in Alec’s shirt.

Hard to think, hard to do anything– fuck, he was so hard– it hurt, not so much jerking him off as torturing the head, the clit analogue, and his hips were moving a little, but neither Lisa or Brian seemed to mind, and Lisa was holding his hand–

And– and– and he was fucking terrified.

A noise spilled out, basically a goddamn whimper, and Lisa rose to her knees.

“I think we might need to s–”

“No!” Alec gasped, grabbing her hand with both of his. “No, come on, I can– I can handle it–” His voice caught on something, like a weird hitch.

She tried to say something else, probably some shit about how he shouldn’t have to handle it, but Alec kissed her again. He pulled back and he was still shaking.

I’m just scared, he thought, as hard as he fucking could, begging with his eyes for Lisa not to make him say it out loud.

“It’s okay,” Lisa said at once, bringing his hands up to kiss them. “You’re safe, you’re good, we’ve got you. It’s okay. We’ll still love you afterward, too.”

No, this was sex, sex was awful, sex ruined everything, he couldn’t have sex with them– bring sex into this– it would spoil it, spoil them, make the sweet and beautiful thing they had rot from the inside–

“It’s not like that,” Lisa leaned in and hugged him, which shouldn’t have worked, but her arms slid between him and Brian, and Brian didn’t let go, and they were both hugging him.

“We love you so much,” Brian said in his ear. “It’s so nice to watch you feel good, to enjoy being with us, to be with you like this. If it’s not nice for you, there’s no point. Do you need us to stop?”

Alec shivered.

“Is it too much, Lisa?”

“I don’t know.” She bit her lip. “Maybe? If we have to ask, we should stop.”

Alec sobbed, trembling all over, hands clenching around hers– he was right there, right there–

Knocking on the door of orgasm, hand turning the knob. Breaths away.

Taylor latched onto Rachel’s hand, stilling it. Her clit was on fire, spasming like a little cock, and orgasm was a cloud of poison above them, one breath that would take them both out.

“Too much?” Rachel asked easily, sounding entirely unbothered. A little smug, maybe. She nuzzled gently against Taylor’s neck.

“Yeah, sorry.” Taylor squeaked, but she offered a tired smile. “Too intense, I think.”

She was breathing so hard.

Alec stared. 

His vision was fuzzy– from almost orgasm– his blood was pounding in his head– he was so close– and his cock was chafing in his soaked boxers.

“Are you actually wanting to stop, or did you feel as uncomfortable about pushing Alec as we did?” Lisa asked shrewdly, but also– a little casual?

What?

“It was fine, though.” Alec struggled to find his tongue. “I was– I was handling it.”

“I didn’t like… how unsure it was.” Taylor confessed. “I can’t… I don’t want to… not like that, anyway?”

What? 

But Lisa and Brian were nodding along, as if that made sense.

“I’m glad we stopped.” Brian blurted. “I just… we were at that line, maybe over it.”

What line? What made them hesitate? He was fine, he’d been about to come, sure he was overwhelmed and had panicked a little but… he had been handling it.

It was… uncomfortable for them?

Alec made them uncomfortable?

There was a completely heartbroken sound and as they all turned toward him, Alec realized it had come from him.

He tried to speak, to laugh it off, to reassure them so they’d stop looking so needlessly concerned, but when he opened his mouth a sob escaped, and then he couldn’t breathe, and he sobbed again, one after another until he was fucking crying.

It was fucking weird, like nothing he’d ever really experienced, usually if he’d cried– those few times, mostly as a child– it was a tight throat and tears rolling silently down his face but this was loud, like he wasn’t in control, he tried to stop and tried to breathe but it hurt and it was involuntary.

Every time he finished one sound, he attempted to just breathe in, but barely a half-lungful of oxygen could come before it happened again.

They moved around him, his power told him that much, so he wasn’t alone, which– thank god, but also, they could see him, this pathetic break down. It was like an out of body experience.

Shame curled through him, cold like a brand, at how he must look, sobbing and still hard and covered in sweat. 

More disgusting by far, the idea that he crossed a line with them. He was– he was so careful with them– and it wasn’t enough, he was fundamentally fucked up, broken, gross, attractive enough on the outside but it was a pretty lie, like lifting up a worn-smooth river stone to reveal the rot and worms underneath.

Distantly he was aware of Lisa’s hands on his face, of words, of Brian still wrapped around him. If he had any more strength he really would push them away, the thought of being watched– endured– any longer frankly intolerable.

Brian stood up, taking Alec with him. Of course he did, Brian could bench like five hundred pounds, Alec weighed like a quarter of that. Why–?

They only moved a few feet so Alec stopped worrying about it. He kept his hands fisted in Brian’s shirt, though, even as they settled down on the daybed.

Brian lay down and Alec pushed his face into the other boy’s shirt, to smother the tears. Rachel lounged out above them, starting to pet through his hair like one of her dogs.

Lisa climbed onto the bed and lay between them, a hand on Alec’s shoulder. Taylor found some space on the same side, half on top of Lisa and laying her head on Alec’s belly.

Her arm covered one of his legs.

Time went immaterial. They all felt worried-concerned-content until his awareness of their emotions faded, and they were returned to nerve-silhouettes around him, thin blue and purple structures like a medical textbook.

Eventually, his breathing synched with Brian’s, with all of theirs and the mood of the room ended up calmer as his tears dried up.

He stayed completely quiet for ten minutes after that. 

He was still thinking dramatic thoughts like, maybe, if he didn’t speak at all, everything would be okay, and they could pretend that never happened.

“S’rry.” He mumbled into Brian’s shirt, not able to pull back just yet. Surprisingly, Brian put a hand on the back of his neck, keeping him there, stroking a little.

“Nothing to be sorry for, baby. We should have called a stop earlier.” He said in a soft, easy tone. Not upset.

“We shouldn’t have stopped at all.” Alec grumbled. “I was handling it.”

“Sure you were,” Lisa said, almost insincere. “It’s okay, now, though. Nobody got hurt, we’re all fine.”

Somehow, that caused some of the tension in his shoulders to relax.

“But you said I crossed a line?” He extracted himself from dark fabric to ask, voice… scratchy. Ugh.

“No, sweetheart, he said we were almost crossing a line.” Lisa pressed closer between him and Taylor, arm around his middle.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Brian said, pressing a kiss to his forehead that made Alec want to blush.

“But we stopped.” He said, blinking. 

“Yes, but that was because we didn’t like something, not because of you.”

“You didn’t like… me.” Alec said, frowning. “You didn’t like something about me.”

“We didn’t like that it felt like we were pushing you.” Lisa corrected. “When someone’s struggling with if it feels good or not, that’s a time to call a pause and talk things out. Not force someone to keep going.”

“‘S not a thing.” Alec said tiredly.

“Is. Is a thing. Is a mandatory thing, even.” Lisa pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. 

“She’s right, we gotta know if shit sucks.” Rachel said, pointedly dragging her fingers over his scalp just a little harder– but still nowhere in the realm of hurt. “You want us to just ‘take it better’ if something you do sucks?”

“No.” Alec said, at once. “If it sucks, we have to stop.”

“It’s the same for you.” Brian said patiently. “If it sucks for you, we want to stop.”

“Or even if you just don’t like it as much as you should.” Lisa said. “If you thought it would be 8/10 good but it’s only 4/10, that’s a conversation. A pause and talking about if you wanna keep going.”

“But… if it’s not a 0/10, obviously you keep going.” Alec rolled until he was more lying on his back, Brian’s arm as a pillow.

“No.” They all said at once, in varying shades of gentle.

“You got really overwhelmed.” Lisa said quietly. “Was it the feedback from Taylor? Was it too many people, or were we going to fast?”

“I think… it was the psychic feedback.” Alec said cautiously. “I mean. There wasn’t really anyone touching me. But I was feeling everyone’s pleasure, not just Taylor’s.”

“We’ll have to see if you can pull that back.” Taylor said thoughtfully. “Or if you can’t, take turns better.”

“What?” Alec blinked down at her.

She curved a possessive hand around his calf.

“For next time we do this.” She said simply. “I mean, I don’t want to assume, but… we all like each other, right?”

“If by ‘like’ you mean ‘love’, then yeah.” Rachel said gruffly. “No need to fucking sugarcoat it.”

Alec’s throat was tight. He was maybe a touch wide-eyed.

“You… said that. During.” He remembered.

Brian blushed a little but grinned.

“I do love you, baby. The rest of you too, I guess.”

“Wow, ‘I guess’. The height of romance.”

Brian reached across Alec with the arm that wasn’t a pillow and cupped her cheek.

“My love for you is like another person in the room. When the light hits your hair it looks like a fairy tail, like spun gold. When I think about God, I think about your freckles, and how there are things in this fucked up world that are still beautiful.”

“Oh.” Lisa said, voice shaky. “Um.”

“What the fuck, mon force, since when do you compose poetry?”

“Since looking at you made me want to learn to paint, I guess. But I can’t paint, so I just read some stuff about longing that felt like being stabbed repeatedly in the gut.”

“Some stuff about longing could be our album title.” Taylor said. “For when we hang up the cape gig and go on tour as rockstars.”

Alec snorted, a touch painful from how abused and raw his throat felt.

“What’s our band name, tresor?”

“Undersiders, obviously.” Taylor smirked a little. “Only the copyright holder can sue and I don’t think that’ll be a problem. Our notoriety might as well be good for something once we retire.”

“Retirement, god. That’s the dream.” Alec reached down and tugged a little on one of her curls, and she snapped at his hand, a play bite attempt.

“Did you fucking trademark our villain team?” Brian asked Lisa. “Do we have merchandizing rights?”

“It’s complicated, but Quinn Calle is working on it.” Lisa waved a negligent hand.

“Gross, lawyers. The mood is well and truly dead.” Alec sighed. “Not that me losing my shit for the second time tonight helped.”

“Not ruined.” Rachel said lazily, drawing her nails slowly along his roots. “I’d fuck you right now if I had my strap. If you wanted.”

Brian started coughing.

Alec just looked at her, too surprised to brushstroke any expression onto his face.

“It’s not… ruined?” He glanced away, for some reason. Cleared his throat a bit.

“Well, we’re not necessarily thinking about sex after you had such a hard time, but it’s not hard to rekindle the mood.” Lisa said thoughtfully, stroking up and down his bicep.

“If nothing else, we have the cards.” Brian said, reasonably.

Rachel snorted.

“Fuck the cards. Sorry, Taylor, I think your game is cursed.”

“I don’t know, I’m not… unhappy with the results.” Taylor pinked a little. She took a breath. “I’m sorry you got so upset, Alec. But I’m… actually really glad to show you that you can get upset and nothing bad happens.”

She trailed a finger over his knee.

“It seemed like… you expected something bad to happen. But it didn’t. And it won’t. Not here. You’re safe with us.” Taylor finished, earnest in her own halting way.

Alec swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“That’s sweet, Tay. Who knew edging could make our lovebug so soft?” He could just barely reach her so he touched her face, fingertips brushing along her cheek.

“It made her wet,” Rachel almost complained. “You said the mood was ruined but I bet if I put my head between her legs, I’d find her even sweeter there.”

His digits were on her face and he felt her blush rise, hot and nuclear.

Brian groaned.

“C’mon, we gotta talk first. We can’t… just…” Alec had turned to him again and started kissing his neck, not in any particular rush.

“We definitely need to talk, first.” Lisa said, but her voice was breathless and Rachel was smirking, Alec could feel it in the Force. Her eyes squeezed shut. “Five people, five… boundaries.”

“One psychic.” Rachel said, voice low and obscured like she was speaking into blushing freckles. “I’m sure you can tell us when somebody’s having a hard time, Lisa. Plus, we have eyes.”

“This is going to be a disaster…” The blonde mumbled.

“Group sex usually sucks, yeah.” Alec said without thinking, pulling away just far enough to be heard. “I mean, sex in general is bad but…”

The nascent orgy ground to a halt.

Alec closed his eyes for a tense second.

“Oh, come on. I can’t be the reason things stop for a third time!”

“Sweetheart, you really can’t drop a bomb on us like that and expect us to just laugh it off.” Lisa said, consolingly.

Alec started sucking a hickey into Brian’s neck out of spite. He’d match Taylor and Rachel, which was hot. Would someone give him a hickey? Could they give Lisa one?

What would it look like against Brian’s darker skin, and would he let Alec touch it and see tomorrow, when the colors changed?

“Jesus.” Lisa said, trailing off. “I… you’re so cute like this, angrily making your little mark.”

Brian gave a shaky exhale, the hand at the back of Alec’s neck encouraging.

“”M not angry.” Alec muttered. “Just don’t wanna talk about it.”

Rachel’s touch slowing down, soothing. Lisa pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Alec sighed, pulling away from his work.

“But Taylor and Brian told us about their triggers, so we might as well go there. Really kill the mood once and for all. Third time’s the charm.”

“No, you don’t have to.” Lisa said. “I think… you’ve already said enough. Sex trigger, power gets stronger during sex.”

Her voice had a little bit of a laugh, but it wasn’t a good one.

“Suicide trigger, power gets stronger when I don’t know something, when someone I love might get hurt.”

“You?” Alec asked quietly.

“My brother.” Lisa swallowed.

“Dead dog trigger, thought I’d die. Power gets stronger if someone tries to hurt my dogs, if I’m backed into a corner. Desperate.” Rachel said.

“I told you mine.” Taylor said. “I’ve noticed… when I’m back in that state, when I feel trapped, betrayed, alone. When I’m ground down to the stripped-bare parts of me that want to survive.”

A shaky breath, and they realized it was Brian.

“You don’t have to, either.” Rachel said, voice thick. “You already told us.”

Brian’s fingers tightened against Alec.

“I lied.” He said, voice flat. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t… sometimes when I think about it, I remember it wrong. Sometimes it’s on purpose. My mom’s douchebag boyfriend hurt me when I was young. Then she took him back and he hurt Aisha. I wasn’t… winning that fight. Despite the years I’ve put into training, into becoming strong, kickboxing, weightlifting, making my body a weapon– I froze up like I was that scared little boy again, as soon as he hit me.”

“Then he reached for his belt and I saw Aisha flinch, saw her busted lip and bruises and just lost it. I did beat the shit out of him, but it was after I triggered, not before. He couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything but scream.” A dark scoff. “I made sure to give him enough brain damage that he wouldn’t remember anything about powers.”

“Good.” Alec said, wondering if that guy was still alive. He could probably fix that. “I can’t… talk about it.”

“You were so flippant when you told us your real power.” Taylor said, in muted surprise. “I thought you could talk about anything, as long as you make a joke about it.”

“I don’t mean to be so callous.” Alec stroked the back of her knuckles, the hand on his hip. “It just happens.”

“Trauma-response.” Lisa shrugged one shoulder.

Alec couldn’t even really think of it without slipping into a detached state of mind that made everything feel unreal. There he could be flippant, callous, and bored, but it was… 

Jean-Paul could stare at the wood-whirls in a headboard and wait until his father was done with him, wondering what they were going to eat for dinner, insulting the man in his head, and sit deep in a wall of apathy where nothing could really touch him.

He much preferred being Alec.

He could, he thought, say it. An offhand remark that daddy dearest diddling him was hardly the worst part of his week, that the shame and humiliation and dehumanization was worse than anything physical, that hijacking someone and feeling them die was worse, their fear and revulsion making a home under Jean-Paul’s skin.

That the vicious cunts he lived with would eat him alive at the slightest hint of weakness, that he’d grown cold and bored, trying to find the slightest spark of interest in novelty.

“I hated my life so much that I disassociated out of my body.” Alec said. “Literally, even. I thought getting powers would change something. Instead, everything just got worse.”

Things hadn’t even been that bad before his trigger, looking back on it. Not compared to what happened after, to getting father’s focused attention, to committing brand new horrors with the godawful power to experience everything anew with someone else’s body.

Rachel whined and the rest were hardly any better. They all were already touching him, curled around him, and they pressed closer, half-climbing on top of him and Alec laughed.

It was abrupt and startling, feeling joy bubble up against the misery.

“It’s like night and day.” He murmured, petting– someone’s hair. Lisa’s, the thought. Big giant group hug.

“Now and then?” Lisa asked. “I’m… glad. My life is better despite the supervillain stuff, too.”

“I’ve got my apartment.” Brian said. “Aisha’s with dad, not mom, and she’s going to stay with me soon. I’ve been using cape violence as an outlet–”

“Beating nazis is cathartic, though it’s rare we get to.” Alec agreed wistfully.

“– and things were already good, but since Taylor joined the team…” Brian trailed off, a small smile in place.

“Hey.” Taylor said, emotional. “Stop, you’ll.”

“You know we love you,” Lisa said, twisting her head to nuzzle into her. They were close, Lisa on his ribs, Taylor on his belly. Alec shivered.

Rachel dropped a kiss to his forehead. He waited for her to say something and she didn’t, just watching him all… fond.

“It’s better for me, too.” Taylor blurted. “I mean. I’m still going to Winslow. They’re still there, just like– it’s a little like my trigger never stopped. I hate them so much it’s like another person in my body.

“But they feel so small compared to this.” Her fingers curled against his belt loop.

“Aw, we love you too.” Alec said, ignoring how his voice broke for what was meant to be a joke.

“I thought all I wanted was a place for the dogs.” Rachel said. “Food, place to sleep. I didn’t know… to ask for this. To want it.”

“That’s sweet.” Brain said, gruffly. “I didn’t know I wanted this, either. Not until it happened.”

A beat of silence, sweet and lingering in the room.

“… is it bad that I kind of want to pick up another card?” Alec asked, and was rewarded by Lisa shuffling a little and handing him one.

“You brought those over here?”

“I panicked and shoved them in my pocket.” Lisa smiled up at him, shifting to press her face more comfortably into his arm. They ended up pretty much… exactly how two people curl up against one in the middle, Alec on his back with Brian half draped over his right side, smiling down at him, and Lisa cuddling up against his shoulder.

“Taylor, love, you’re so low, come up here.” Alec said, voice low with amusement.

“Um– where?” Taylor asked, eyes wide.

“Think you can put your weight on me?” Alec asked. “Kind of lean between me and Brian, tangle our legs together.”

She swallowed hard, eyes almost black in this light. He almost thought she was nervous until she crawled forward almost too fast, all of them giggling as they got jostled, oofed, and prodded by the accommodating movement from everyone adjusting.

“Rachel, you good up there?” Brian asked.

“Mm.” Rachel touched the tip of Alec’s nose, “Can reach everyone, yeah.”

Of course that was her main concern. Alec laughed.

“Tresor, you’re good?” A hand on her hip to stabilize her, and despite the emotional bloodletting, he kinda…

Taylor’s eyes were so wide.

He was, abruptly, reminded of just how long it took to get a girl going, and how it kept going, like lighting a fire.

Men were more a flare, loaded and set off in one shower of light and sparks, maybe reloaded if they were lucky, but she was so close and girls were usually like a bonfire. Once you got it hot it could burn for hours, and even when you thought it was done there was so much heat in the embers.

Smoldering.

Easy to stoke into bright flames again.

Alec moved his thigh before he could think better of it, pressing just so against the girl on top of him, and Taylor shuddered out a gratifying moan.

“Ten minutes ago you were about to cum all over yourself.” He said, eyes going half-lidded, staring blue up at her. “I bet your pussy is still throbbing.”

Curls a halo around his head which he happened to know was a good look on him, and Taylor bit her lip, brushing against his thigh with an aborted movement.

“You want to rub your clit on me, lovebug?” He slid his thumbs over her hips, encouraging, and felt her core tighten.

Taylor bit her lip… and after a long moment nodded.

“Didn’t want to admit it?” Brian asked, half-sitting up to brush her hair away from her neck and kiss it. “Or too distracted by how good he looks under you?”

“Both.” Taylor said under her breath, shuddering.

Lisa reached up and snagged one of Rachel’s hands.

“Exciting.” Alec admitted. “Fuck, I really want you to… just use me to get off. Chase your pleasure, grind on me… Why is that so hot?”

“It’s because she’s making herself come.” Brian said lowly. “Go on, Taylor, take what you want.”

She made a broken-off noise.

“Full disclosure, tresor, I will get hard from this.” Alec bit his lip. He was pretty sure he was going to have to burn this pair of underwear. 

Or maybe frame them.

Nah, they’d probably disintegrate at this point, more pre than fabric.

What a noble fucking death.

“She’s okay with that, aren’t you, sweetie?” Lisa smirked lazily, drawing Rachel’s fingertips over her own, her neck, and… hmm Alec went back to looking at the show in his lap.

Taylor jerked a nod.

Fuck. She didn’t mind? Or maybe… she liked that? Alec exhaled shakily.

“Brace your hands on his chest.” Brian instructed, voice gravel. “Push your weight forward, so you can ride his thigh better.”

Taylor moaned, looking almost surprised, almost… 

“So needy for us,” Alec murmured appreciatively. “Look at you, so good at this.”

“At… what?” Her fingers trembled as they moved between his tits, like she wasn’t sure where to put them.

“At putting on a show for us.” Rachel half-growled. “So brave. So fucking… you look good like this. In my lap. In his.”

“So good, for letting us watch. Take what you want, pretty girl.” Brian wrapped a hand into her hair, guiding her to move.

Or maybe he just wanted to pull her hair, a little, to tip her head back and kiss her throat. The mark Rachel left was already darkening, a deeper shade of red standing out against the pale column of her throat.

It bobbed as she swallowed. As she slowly, hesitantly, pushed her hips down and then jerked away again, like she was afraid she was doing it wrong. Or too sensitive.

“That’s right,” Alec encouraged. “You didn’t do it wrong, there’s no way to do it wrong, do what feels good…”

Taylor stared into his eyes like she wanted to dissect him again and Alec smiled for her. Her arms were tense with faint tremors.

“He likes it.” Lisa pressed closer to them, watching up at her with bright green eyes. “Alec loves this so much, the hesitance makes him harder, it’s hot that you’re not sure what to do, that you haven’t done this before. It’s so fucking inspiring to watch you do this even though you’re shy, even though you’re scared of how it looks.”

“No need to be scared with us.” Brian said into her ear. “We’re not going to judge you. We’re just not. And if you don’t like this, we’ll have him flip over and rub his cock on you until you come.” 

They all took raggedy breaths for that one.

Alec stared.

“Can you do that, baby?” Brian asked him. “If she can’t grind on your leg, you frot on her until she’s shaking for it?”

Alec tries to respond and a moan falls out. Taylor has started rocking against him unconsciously, like she can’t even help herself, and it’s the hottest thing.

“I’d be… really fucking sensitive.” Alec bit his lip. “But I can try.”

“It’s cute if you’re sensitive.” Rachel decided. “Whimpering a little, I like that.”

“Gah.” Alec said. “Fuck you, I can’t… I’m can’t even jerk off like this, Taylor would have to get off first and I’d rather die celibate.”

“I could push my hand into your pants from this angle, it’s just pyjamas.” Lisa purred. “You wanna see my hand on him, Taylor, tenting those pants more than he already is?”

She turned to Alec.

“Do you want that, sweetheart?” Less flirting now, more serious question, and he realized she was waiting for an answer. That there was more than one answer choice.

He swallowed and gave her honesty. She’d see it if he lied.

“The idea of you reaching in and being grossed out by how… much… ‘s not great.” He muttered.

Lisa tipped over and kissed him. He wasn’t expecting it, so his mouth was slack with surprise, and she pulled away soon. His eyes had drifted shut.

“Very good of you to tell me.” Lisa praised, and Alec’s throat jumped. Fuck, merde…

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t.” She said, but kissed his cheek, his jaw, and said near his ear, “But I am not bothered by how wet you are for us. The opposite, actually. Imagine my hand on you, so slick it practically glides…”

“Fucking pink.” Rachel said. “You’re pink in the face, right now, and your neck a little. Is your cock pink for us?”

Alec laughed.

“Y’all are so fucking unfair.” He complained, breathless. “I don’t talk to you like that.”

“You say shit like that all the time.” Rachel was unimpressed. “Your mouth is… irritating. Pisses me off to look at. I bet you eat pussy good.”

“I do,” Alec panted, closing his eyes tight as Taylor rode him, as his hair was sweaty from how hot he was. “I swear, I do, let me…”

Lisa trailed her fingers over his lower belly in a too-soft motion that had a shiver running through his entire body.

“Yes?” She asked, and Alec nodded, tight and fast.

Her hand slid under his waistband and Alec braced himself for… something. For it to suck, for her to be grossed out, pull her hand back out laughing at him, to mock him, for fear or anger or…

“You know, I’ve never done this before, either?” Lisa asked, almost conspiratorially, a perfect distraction, some of her hair falling over his shoulder. 

“So you’ll have to tell me what I’m doing wrong… or what you like.” She nuzzled his cheek and wrapped a sure hand around him, getting used to the the shape, the weight of him in her hand.

Alec’s hips rose into it automatically, his breathing rough. His tits hurt, what the fuck, he was so into this.

“It’s not exactly rocket science,” He went for a half-grin and Brian laughed at him. “Back me up, B, it’s pretty simple, yeah?”

“Like riding a bike.” The darkness shaker confirmed, pausing only briefly before sliding his hand from Taylor’s shoulder to a little lower, hovering there in question.

“Please.” Taylor gasped, head bobbing in a nod, and Brian swallowed as he caressed her chest. “Oh!”

“I really fucking hoped your little tits would be like that.” Rachel grunted. “Small, sensitive. Do you like them sucked?”

Groans around the room, physical reactions cascading into one another like one of those desk paperweights that hit the ball back and forth, momentum swinging through each body and back again, a perpetual force.

“I don’t know,” Taylor half-wailed, eyes screwed shut.

Her whole body moved as she rode Alec’s thigh, a fucking vision, slowly getting more and more drenched in sweat and it was so, so strange to be having– this– while everyone was dressed.

Lisa’s hand was moving on him now in short, experimental strokes that made him want to hold her hair and kiss her, give her all his focus, but there was just so much, on all sides.

And Taylor was much more nervous, tense with desire, taking up a lot of his thoughts.

“She’s never had that before, Rach, have mercy.” Alec said, laughing a little. “We can find out, though. Taylor?”

“Yes!” She yelled, lungs billowing, before realizing how loud that was and shrinking in on herself a little. She tried to stop fucking against him and Alec wouldn’t have it, lifting her hips and keeping her momentum going. She moaned.

“I-I– but– your shirt, though?” Taylor asked, glassy-eyed.

What about the shirt?

“Oh, the game.” Alec said, a beat later. “Sorry, Taylor, not that we don’t love your choice of activities for the evening… really, it turned out to be an awesome idea, but.”

“Fuck the game.” Rachel said.

“No, no, she’s got a point.” Lisa laughed. She shimmied, not letting go of him but reaching her other arm back– and coming up with some cards.

“Really?” Alec blurted, moving a little as she readjusted her grip. “You want to ask deep emotional questions while we’re…”

“No.” Lisa started pumping him, slow and amateurish, yet already the best handjob he’d ever had. “I’m going to ask deeper emotional questions while we’re… hmm, does this count as an orgy?”

“No.” Alec wrinkled his nose. “We’re all with each other, not random couples all over the room. It’s a fiveway.”

“Noted.” Lisa kissed his jaw again, all but giggling. “Confession, though. I only grabbed one Deeper card. The rest are Actions.”

“We don’t need the cards telling us what to do.” Rachel’s brow furrowed.

“Well.” Brian cleared his throat. “I mean. We can’t say it hasn’t worked out so far?”

“Fine, fuck.. Nn… Lis, read one.”

“Get closer to your partner than ever before.” She read. “Ha, we’re doing that. Easy win.”

“The only way you could get closer to her is if you got in her.” Rachel mused, drawing her hand over Alec’s jaw. She pet down his neck, fingers trailing sensually. Curiously.

“I wouldn’t spoil her fun.” Alec said, letting his head fall back under the petting, the handjob, the girl riding his thigh. “But, you know…. I can be inside you whenever I want.”  

“Phrasing.” Brian sighed, but he was smiling.

“And you, what, you just gonna watch?” Alec’s voice hitched as Lisa palmed over the head of his cock. Feeling that right as he made eye contact with Brian was– intense. Revealing.

Like being stripped down.

“Maybe I’m enjoying the show.” Brian touched his tongue to the inside of his lip, a little smirk. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“You get hard watching me, mon force? Watching our girls touch and play?” 

Brian’s eyes darkened.

“Why don’t you climb inside me and find out?”

Alec didn’t ask if he was sure. Everything felt too nice, too hot to question. He just laughed a little as he reached out and took, holding onto Brian with an invisible hand.

Then he slid into his nerves like a lost glove, familiar but brand new at the same time.

“That’s…” Brian’s mouth dropped open. Alec wasn’t– quite– riding him as hard as normal, hijacking but letting him retain some control. Enough to speak. Enough to move his hands.

“Scary?” Alec asked, rolling his hips now into Lisa’s grip, and against Taylor, their motions a grinding imitation of the real thing.

Too much?

“Hot.”

Alec groaned.

“You can’t say that, come on, nobody likes my power on them. It’s not sexy or good or anything.”

“It feels like you’re touching me from the inside.” Brian said, eyes intent. He felt turned on and utterly content, radiating satisfaction into the psychic connection.

Alec pressed his lips together as his laid-out body shivered, as Lisa’s pace sped up and Taylor’s rose to match.

“So, am I hard?” Brain asked, almost idly, and Rachel laughed. Lisa snorted so hard it hurt and Taylor’s hands clenched in Alec’s– her own– shirt.

Calling the bluff, Alec slid Brian’s hand down– god, he was so large, it felt like wearing a tank— between his strong thighs. He was, in fact, very hard. Though Alec could tell that just from how the blood pulsed there, like a brand between their legs.

“Unbutton his jeans.” Rachel said, trailing the hint of claw over Alec’s collar. “Use his own hands to take them off.”

“No,” Alec disagreed. “He’d have to get up for that and hell, no. Just tug them down.” He let Brian have more control and the other man just stared at him, eyebrow raised.

“You do it,” Brian said. “C’mon, show me how you’ll touch me.”

Alec swallowed.

“You want me to jerk you off… enjoy Lisa’s spectacular first performance… nn, and let Taylor grind on me like a toy?”

“Well.” Brian said thoughtfully, moving his fingers temptingly down his happy trail, knowing Alec could feel it, feel how their abs trembled. “I was also thinking Rachel could sit on your face.”

“Mon putain de Dieu, Bri, are you trying to kill me? Nn, I don’t… think I can… multitask like that, fuck, Lis–”

He rolled his hips up into her hand, losing the thread of conversation.

“Skill issue.” Taylor said, flashing him a little grin, and okay, wow, so rude.

He laughed because he couldn’t help it, because she was so cute.

Unbuttoning Brian’s jeans took a couple tries, their hands were shaking so much, and then pushing them and his boxers halfway down his thighs just to get them out of the way.

“Fuck, you’re big.” Alec gasped, using Brian’s mouth because it was closer.

“He’s– what’s the word, Lisa. He matches. Tall guy, big dick.”

“Proportional.” Lisa squeezed Alec’s cock, rubbing her thumb behind the head. “Hey, Alec, can you do me too?”

“No, you horrible creature, I cannot control two parahumans during sex.” Alec– oh, Taylor stopped to take her shirt off, and the entire room paused to watch.

He probably could control Lisa, actually, especially if she was willing, but the idea of having to jerk himself off right now, even with her pretty hand, sounded like such a waste.

And he couldn’t pay as much attention to Taylor, who apparently had ditched her bra when she changed earlier.

He used Brain’s hands to help himself up, because absolutely not was he missing out on this.

“Rach, be a backrest?” He tried and she was already moving, sliding behind him to hold him up while he maneuvered Taylor into his lap.

“Thank god you’re so tall.” Alec said fervently, breath fanning onto her sternum. “Mm, this is okay, right? You want to see?”

Taylor’s hands curved around his head, elbows at his ears, keeping him close.

“Yes,” She gasped, puling him impatiently closer and Alec allowed it with a pleased hum. 

“I meant for me to suck on her tits.” Rachel complained. “And Brian’s right—hopefully while sitting on your face. Me and Taylor could both be on top.”

Alec moaned disagreement into Taylor’s– very slight– cleavage. They were small and, like Brian’s firm cock in their hands, so sensitive.

 “Wait your turn.” Alec slurred.

Rachel tugged on his hair a little and Alec moaned. He felt flushed, warm, but unlike earlier it was a sweet heat. It didn’t make any sense, since he was even more surrounded, should be even more overwhelmed, gross nakedness and grosser hands on him, but Lisa was so curious and experimental in her touch, and Taylor’s tits in front of his face was nothing to complain about.

He tilted left and bit her softly, hearing her gasp so loud. Repeated the treatment to the right side. Her breasts were small and it was dead sexy, the shape of them was so good. Little peaks, a dusky rose, begging for his mouth.

“Can I suck?” Alec asked, hardly able to stop trailing hot, open mouthed kisses long enough to speak. “I can’t promise to be gentle about it, because you might like it a little hard, sweetly painful, but I can promise to find out what you like, and stop where you don’t.”

His voice was wrecked and he kept clenching and unclenching pelvic muscles, fucking Lisa’s hand in short increments, in shuddery movements.

“Y-yes.” Taylor managed, and Alec wasted no time. He groaned against her flushed, pink cleavage before slipping lower, wrapping his lips around a nipple with reverence.

He started somewhat soft, working his head like he might on a clit, letting the pebbled flesh work in and out of his mouth, and worked up to a harsher suck.

Taylor’s back bowed and she screamed again, pressing into him. Alec flushed. When he pulled away her nipple was wet and a touch more swollen. He kissed across her chest to repeat himself on the other one.

It was completely unconscious to match his mouth to Lisa’s hand, to ride the little nub in his mouth as he rode her grip, which felt so distracting and dirty he could hardly stand it.

Brian pinched his leg slightly, jolting Alec into remembering his other task. He pulled away, sloppy, panting against the gentle curve of a trembling breast. Hands on him, hands on his other body, Brian’s hand slowly going to his cock almost in invitation, beckoning Alec to take control.

Oh, he wanted to. He wanted— everything that was happening. Wanted Rachel to sit on his face, exciting, wanted Taylor to grind on his thigh, to give Brian all his attention for what might be his first time with another man.

There were just. So many hands. It was hard to keep track. He had to do everything well, which wasn’t new, but it was novel to be enjoying it, to want everything too much instead of too little, and—

Someone pushed a hand through his sweaty curls and Alec looked up, eyes glassy and dazed.

“Look at you.” Lisa said, admiring. “Take a few breaths, hmm?”

“What?” Alec laughed. “I’m breathing fine, ma [thing he calls Lisa].”

“Mm.” Lisa disagreed with a sweet kiss, and Alec leaned into it, melting against her. Someone stroked along his belly, up his chest.

Another person trailed pleased, slow touches down his neck and shoulder, rubbing the curve of his bicep like they liked what they felt. Unhurried.

“Snack break?” Brian asked, a big smile in his voice, and Taylor laughed a little, not sounding shy at all as she nodded. As she kissed him, and Brian kissed back with slow pleasure.

“Wha— snack break?” Alec asked, bewildered. “We can’t just…”

Can’t just stop, he was going to say, Taylor was close— had been edging— and Brian needed his hand, and Lisa was in the middle of trying something new, too.

But Rachel was already sitting up more, kissing his hair. She dropped a firm kiss to his shoulder. Pressed a hand on his shoulder blades to get him to lean up. She stood, stretching like a goddess.

Had she always been naked? He felt like he should have noticed that, maybe.

Snack break!?

As though sex was some sort of… like it was just more of the card game they were playing, like it was team movie night, like it was comparable to how Alec played video games on the couch, pausing whenever he wanted.

He stared at them.

“Snack break?” He asked weakly.

“Oh, is the stop too sudden?” Brian nuzzled in, all amusement, kissing his jaw. “We can kiss a little if you want to keep doing something before, you know. The next round, if there is one.”

“If there is one!?”

Lisa laughed.

“Needy, hm?” She smirked. “If you want to keep going, we can. We just need some water, for sure. And like, a granola bar or something.”

“Me? Taylor’s the one who— and we can’t just stop—” Alec sputtered, still just— absolutely someone who was having sex just a second ago? Flushed, mouth wet, cock leaking against his thigh in almost a pout, if cocks could pout.

Brian had already pulled his boxers up, though he left his shorts.

“There’s no rush, love.” He said easily, taking Alec’s jaw in his strong hand. “Kiss me for a while until the girls come back?”

Alec blinked at him, then shuddered. He crawled forward into Brian’s lap, wanting something to make sense.

“Good girl.” Brian said nonsensically, guiding him in for a kiss. Alec draped himself over the larger boy, knees on his legs, hands on his shoulders.

Brian cupped his face and his hip and fell backward on the daybed with a little laugh until Alec was straddling his supine form.

“Just kisses?” Alec asked skeptically, wet cock pressed into skin of Brian’s belly.

“Mmhmm.” Brian said, watching up with eyes half lidded. He was so handsome that Alec leaned down to kiss him again without thought.

“Just—” a hot kiss, “— kissing? Nothing else?” Peck after peck against Brian’s generous mouth.

“That’s right.” Brian murmured against his mouth. “We’re taking a little break.”

“That’s not a thing.” Alec breathed out, low almost a hiss. “Come on, people don’t— maybe in porn, to reposition cameras, but nobody really takes a break. They just fuck until they cum and then fall asleep.”

“Lots of breaks.” Rachel said, drawing her hand up Alec’s spine. Her other carried a full water bottle. “Checking in with each other, stopping what people don’t like, changing to do something else if it’s too much.”

Alec’s mouth was dry so he took the water and drank half of it in long pulls. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, scowling.

“Nobody does that.” He trailed off muttering. “Don’t you want to finish?”

“You don’t like this?” Brian asked curiously, both hands having migrated to Alec’s waist. “It’s nice, though. Just holding you. Making sure everyone’s good.”

“I’m losing erection as we speak.”

“You can get hard again.” Rachel shrugged, pushing a protein bar into his hands. “It’s not like it’s gone forever. And even if you don’t, so what? We can just hang out.”

“Tell that to Taylor.” Alec said with amusement.

“Stop using me as an excuse.” The girl in question sat down next to them, chest still bare. The sight of her wandering around without a shirt, jeans slung low, was arresting.

“What?” Alec asked, refocusing on her face.

“Yeah, it was good, and yes, I was ‘close’ but it’s not like I need to get off.” She drew her shoulders in briefly before inhaling and forcing them straight. “It’s just sex. If it isn’t nice, what’s the point?”

“Well, it’s nice for you. I’m not even having a bad time.” Alec was bewildered.

“Not having a bad time and having a good time are different.” Brian said. “If it would be better to just cuddle or kiss, like we did the other day, we can just do that.”

He hesitated briefly, drawing everyone’s eyes.

“It keeps getting, like, really intense with all five of us. Maybe some one-on-one interactions to keep things slow?”

Alec scoffed but he was the only one. Lisa hummed thoughtfully, taking a place on Rachel’s other side.

“We do tend to go a little fast with the whole group.” She admitted. “I wouldn’t mind taking things… a little slower. Maybe just kisses.”

“Or just making out.” Rachel said. “I liked the hickeys.”

“Clothes-still-on type stuff.” Taylor said. “Yeah, this was kind of… it was nice but it was also… a lot? I’m still a little turned on but I don’t know if I want to actually finish if it means getting caught up in that whirlwind again.”

“Maybe once it’s not so new and intense.” Brian said. “We keep getting caught up in each other like it’s the only time we’ll get to… touch and be touched.”

His cheeks darkened.

“But it’s not, right?”

“No, it’s not.” Rachel reached over, covered Brian’s hand over Alec’s hip and squeezed. “We don’t have to… fit. Everything. Into this one night.”

“Don’t we?” Alec blurted. “I mean, come on. We went from kissing a lot to dancing around each other for a whole week. It feels like if we don’t fuck now, we never will, and everything will be awful.”

Brian made an upset noise and shifted, pulling Alec down to face him. He ended up being cuddled which— well, Brian’s arms dwarfed him easily and pulled him close, Alec’s flushed skin-to-Brian’s shirt.

“We don’t have to fuck at all.” Brian reminded him. “We can just kiss.”

“But you don’t.” Alec blurted. “Nobody has kissed me except when we were playing the sexy little game and I begged you.”

Brian silenced his frown with a kiss. It was slow and sweet.

“We’ll kiss you.” He said. “And if we don’t, you can kiss us. Did you not think we were nervous becuase you might not want more kisses?”

“But I always want kisses?”

Alec blinked as the entire room stared at him.

“Always?” Taylor asked, scooting closer. Laying a hand on him. “Becuase I wanted to kiss you every time I saw you, this past week.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was too shy to ask, and you didn’t look like you wanted to be kissed. You looked apprehensive and unsure about what— about this. Between us. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared.” Alec denied. “I mean, I was a little— that you’d, you know, regret kissing me at all, and decided you actually hated it, and never planned to do it again— but that was because everyone was so fucking awkward the next day. What was I supposed to think?”

“It was new.” Rachel said. “A change. Of course we’re going to be finding our feet, still, learning what’s okay and what’s not. Kissing you is okay?”

“Always.” Alec said, before he could think better of it. “I like—mmf.”

Rachel had manuevered herself into half covering him and Brian both so she could kiss him.

“I like how you taste.” She said simply. “Like how soft your mouth is.”

“I… thank you?” Alec’s voice was quiet. He cleared his throat. “So you’ll kiss me tomorrow morning? No more tip-toeing around it?”

“Yeah.” Rachel said simply. “What about the rest of you? Kissing is fine?”

“Yes, please.” Taylor spoke softly.

Lisa nodded and Brian bit his lip.

“I’m pretty much fine with any of you kissing me whenever you want.” He said. “Does everyone here feel the same way? From all of us?”

Agreement from all corners.

“And you can ask.” Lisa said. “If you’re not sure. A quiet ‘Can I kiss you?’ can be drop-dead sexy.”

“Asking to kiss doesn’t sound fun, though.” Taylor said. “What if… what if it just sounds dumb? Cringeworthy.”

“Come here.” Alec decided, nudging away from Brian and opened his arms. Taylor hesitated only briefly before laying out next to him.

Lisa and Rachel decided to get in on it as well, settling down to the left and right of the ones already laying down, but he was mostly paying attention to the girl that settled in between him and Brian.

“Hi.” He breathed, nuzzling close, and Taylor smiled for him— lopsided and glasses slightly askew. He fixed them and she blushed.

“Hey.” Taylor mumbled. “Why the hug?”

“I just like cuddling with you, lovebug.” He grinned. “And maybe I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you, tresor?”

Taylor’s breathing hitched audibly. She went pinker in the face.

Nodded, weakly.

Alec kissed her, the gentle press of mouths before he pulled away. Brian, bless him, understood the plan at once. Superior Undersider teamwork at play.

He nudged and pulled at Taylor until she turned to him and then Brian smiled at her.

“Can I kiss you, Taylor?” He asked, earnest and handsome.

“U-um. Yes?” She made a small noise as Brian brought their lips together, Alec curled around her from behind. A pretty Taylor sandwhich.

Lisa was behind him, Rachel on Brian’s other side, and that answered one question: yes, all five of them fit on the daybed.

“Again?” Alec asked, nuzzling along her jaw as she kissed Brian, and Taylor turned to him with a shocked noise. He took her lips again.

“Kiss me?” Brian interrupted, stealing her back, and they kept this shit up for about five more kisses before Taylor pulled away from both of them laughing, a cute thing that scrunched her nose up adorably.

“Kiss each other, not me!” She giggled, and Brian and Alec looked at each other with surprise for a moment.

Then something in Brian’s expression went so soft, brown eyes tender and Alec was leaning forward before he could think, feeling tingly and shaky.

Brian made him feel so small. It was strange. Usually he hated that. It felt different, like this.

Even in the kiss, Brian’s mouth was far more generous, completely enveloping his— and it was fine. He kissed back eagerly.

“You didn’t ask first.” Rachel observed, amused. Alec lifted a hand to flip her off.

“We don’t have to ask every time.” Brian said, a little— fuck, a little breathless from kissing him. Alec’s saliva glistened on his lip. Alec was kissing it off before he could think better of it, and Brian laughed with surprise against him.

The older boy hummed into before gently pushing Alec back.

“Okay, so— overwhelming, right? Every time we try to do anything?”

“Well, yeah, there’s five of us.” Alec murmured, squirming forward for more kisses. Brian’s hand on him wasn’t much of a deterent, folding under the slightest bit of pressure. “‘s gonna be overwhelming.”

He sucked on Brian’s lower lip, lost in the kiss.

Lisa tugged Alec back and before he could pout, brushed their mouths together. He fell into it languid, mouth moving against hers until she physically stopped him.

“God, you’re dangerous. We’re trying to talk.” She laughed into the kiss as he went back for more, and more, and another— and again— before pushing him back into Brian.

“Less talking, more kissing.” He suggested, and Rachel shrugged, half-climbing over Brian to take up up on it.

“No!” Lisa laughed again. “No, come on that’s how we got here to begin with. You had a flashback and a panic attack, we’ve gotta negotiate.”

“Or we could watch.” Taylor suggested, sounded appropriately enthralled, as Rachel licked into Alec’s mouth like she owned it. It was rough, messy, should have been gross and usually would have been— if Alec didn’t like the person doing it.

He was finding if he liked the person doing it, it was just hot. Rachel could do whatever she wanted to his mouth. Fuck it, finger it, sit on it. He’d probably thank her. Damn, was her chest sensitive like Taylor’s? Alec could spend a few hours keeping his mouth busy.

Alec was panting into it by the time she was done, dazed again. Fuck. Rachel didn’t go far, started biting down his jaw and cheek to his hairline, where she busied herself at his neck like she wanted to give him a hickey after all.

His mouth dropped open on a moan, higher pitched than he meant, and so loud in the little space they’d carved for themselves— they were so close, all wrapped up in each other.

“We’re— ahn— we’re not so good at this hands off thing.” He noted with a snicker.

“Rachel, drop it.” Brian said playfully. Eyes dancing with laughter, Rachel growled. Alec was appropriately breathless.

“Ma Loulou, as much as I like you chewing on me, perhaps— hnn.” She bit. “I— maybe— god, nevermind, do whatever you want with me.”

“No.” Taylor said, smiling but stern. “Rachel, let him go. We have to talk.”

“Stupid.” Rachel argued, sucking a mark that had him tensing and breathing out a “hahhn” noise that made Brian’s eyes dilate.

“Listen to him, he was going to say stop and then didn’t.” Taylor put in. “He’s not going to say stop outright so we’ve got to decide beforehand what we’re going to do.”

“Like training a dog.” Rachel sighed. “Fine. Yeah. You can’t just expect things to magically work out, you’ve got to practice and set up expectations.

“Wow, rude, I could say ‘stop’.” Alec muttered.

“Will you?” Lisa arched a brow.

Alec frowned. “Nothing that’s happened so far or probably will happen with you four warrants begging like that.”

“Begging.” Rachel said shortly, looking at him. “You’ve asked someone to stop before, and they didn’t.”

Brian’s hand got tight on Alec’s leg.

Alec swallowed.

“Something like that.”

More like he’d learned very early on that his stop wasn’t worth the breath he wasted on it, and some assholes even got off on it when he… Hm. No, hearing that would upset all of them.

“You did so good, with us.” Lisa said, leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. It caught him off guard, moreso when the words registered.

“What?” Alec asked, with humor and confusion.

“Boundaries. You’ve given us some. You told me to stop when I pinched you, last week. You said you didn’t want to have sex, when we were all kissing.”

Alec flushed hot.

“That was… you were rewarding me.” He mumbled.

Lisa kissed his cheek, all she could really reach from behind.

“Taylor, kiss him from me— he still gets those rewards.”

Taylor pressed close to his front and looked up at him.

“Can I?” She asked, wavering like she wanted to anyway, like it was hard to stop long enough to ask. She wanted to kiss him. It was still so strange.

“Y-yeah.” His voice shook. She pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth, pulling back almost immediately. Then she rushed forward and kissed him again, before going utterly pink.

“Sorry, sorry, I just— you’re so fucking cute.”

“Thanks?” Alec laughed a little as she got pinker. “Fuck, I love you.”

Taylor’s eyes went wide.

Alec groaned.

“Okay, that’s not— don’t look at me like that, we were all saying it earlier.” But she did look at him, and the surprise faded to a genuine smile, so unusual on Taylor’s face, brightening her expression.

“I-I love you too. All of you. I mean.” She kissed him softly. “I love you.”

Alec closed his eyes, the best way to deal with how pink he was after that.

“All of him or all of us?” Lisa asked, flirtatiously, and Alec barked an unexpected laugh.

“Excellent question, ma minou.” He said, leaning back into her for just a moment. She kissed his curls appreciatively.

“So, Taylor? Do you love these degens or just—” The pretty boy waggled his eyebrows, “— every part of me?”

Taylor breathed a little laugh, still looking— fuck, just, absoltuely smitten. She smiled through another kiss and touched their noses together.

“Yes.”

“Y-yes?” Alec croaked. He groaned. “That’s so unfair, lovebug.”

Taylor giggled, kissing his cheek.

“Although,” Kissed his other cheek, “I’m not sure—” Kissed his nose. “I mean, I haven’t—” Forehead. “—seen—” Chin. “Every part of you. So.”

“It sounds like Taylor’s volunteering the two of us to be the ‘try out sex but less overwhelming in a couple’ thing.” Alec decided, breathless. He pushed her off until she stopped kissing his face.

“Two people and not five.” Lisa said. “I really think it’s best, at least at the start. Maybe after everyone gets a turn together, we can try threes.”

Alec snorted.

“Work your way up to a threesome, then a foursome, then the fivesome.” He joked. “I see the vision, Tats.”

“If it doesn’t work, we try something else.” She shrugged, Brian nodding along with her.

“I’ll just have to keep my hands off you.” The older boy said. “Difficult, considering.”

His eyes were so dark, like molten chocolate pools.

In fact everyone here had such pretty eyes, currently devouring him. Taylor’s blue-grey, Lisa’s bottle green, Rachel’s wolf gold. If you took in his own pale blue they’d have a full set of colors.

“Considering?” Alec asked, going around Taylor for just a moment to press his mouth to Brian’s shoulder. “Mm, see, I don’t know if I can resist touching.”

“Considering how much I want you.” Brain said. “Look at you, so brave for us. Trying new things, letting us love you.”

Alec whined into his skin. “Fuck off, that’s so unfair. Lisa, do you see this— do you see him talking to me like that? Get him.”

“Rachel, seize him.” Lisa declared, imperiously.

Rachel shrugged and tugged Brian back against her chest, the older boy laughing under his breath the whole time. When the redhead was essentially wrapped around him from behind she plopped her chin on his ear.

“Okay, he’s captured. Now what?” She asked guilessly.

“Now… I guess Taylor and Alec fuck.” Lisa laughed at Alec’s poleaxed expression. Taylor also went a little wide eyed.

“Kidding, jeeze. I think we agreed hands off? But that’s up to you two. If you want to be the first pair.” Lisa dropped her voice playfully at the end of her sentence and they both swallowed.

“Yes, I mean, I’d like that.” Taylor stammered, hiding her face a little. She was still mostly wrapped up in his arms, which on their sides like this was… sweet, even. Though, probably one of them would need to get on top of the other.

Hmm.

She hadn’t bothered to put her shirt back on and neither had Alec. They were already mostly undressed, right?

So it would be easy, to slip the rest off and just… do it. With an audience, sure, but it wasn’t like they were being judged, here. And Taylor was no doubt so wet and ready for it.

“Condoms?” He asked, the room at large, and Brian laughed before rustling and dropping one on Alec’s hip.

“Not going to ask where or why you had those, mon force.” Alec said, cutting his eyes over. Taylor giggled again.

“And you probably need to wiggle out of your jeans, sweet girl.”

Regardless of what they’ve said, it’s a simple matter, and pretty clear what they want from him. What they expect from him. Brian already had the condoms in hand.

There’s a lot of ways a boy and a girl can get off together but the easiest, simplest is just to push his dick into her pussy, and it doesn’t even sound bad. He can do that. That’s one of the easier ways to make it happen and he’s done it before.

Of course, he’s never done it without controlling the other person, and that’s— well, to put it bluntly, it’s Alec in two bodies, a type of masturbation, except the other person still in there is not having a great time unless they’re drugged to the gills, and this isn’t like that. But the mechanics are similar.

Why are his hands shaking?

He disguises it with a smile and pulls Taylor in for another kiss. Kissing them will never get old, he’s found. A week of craving it has not yet faded from his memory, and each one is a gift, a treasure.

Taylor shakes her head, and he realizes she wasn’t following his suggestion at all, instead pressed against him and nuzzling his face and neck. She’s not as shy as Alec would expect. Being sweet, still, not… well, at some point the sweetness had to fade to be replaced with all the grunting and slick skin, and whatnot.

But Taylor smiles at him and says, “Lot’s of ways we can do this, right? Do you want me to grind on your thigh again?”

“Hmm?” Alec dips into a quick kiss to distract her. From the fact that he’s confused mostly. Why are they pretending there’s another way this will go? He’s getting hard again from all the kissing, from the pets and the love so freely exchanged, and she’s still so wet Alec’s power is telling him about it, whispering jolts of nerves.

He pulls back, bites his lip.

Does she not want to have sex? That’s different.

But Lisa says, “Clothes on. Only two of us at a time, for now. Ease into it” as though they’re really still sticking to the plan. Of not overwhelming them.

Clothes on? No hands on him? Not letting Taylor bounce in his lap? Well, now Alec was almost disappointed, there’s certianly benefits to a pretty girl astride him.

Taylor nodded at the words, seemingly at ease. Unbothered, unrushed, not even hunched over to hide her beautiful chest.

“I want to touch them.” Brian said, and at first Alec really does think he’s talking about Taylor’s perky tits— but that’s only because his own eyes have dropped down to watch. Obviously, he means them as in Alec and Taylor. “But I won’t. It’s not worth the risk of making it too much. Too many hands, too many people to keep track of.”

“Sounds nice.” Rachel said. “You should fuck me like that. Not now. One day. All of you touching me.”

“We should,” Alec agreed, hands cupping Taylor’s tits, rubbing them with his thumbs. She pressed in to him and he kissed her shoulder. “Who do you want inside you, Rachel? Doing the fucking?”

“You.” Rachel said, sending lightning through Alec. “Him. Taylor with a fake cock. Lisa’s fingers. Doesn’t matter. I love all of you.”

It’s on his tongue to make the joke again, ‘all of me or all of us?’ but Taylor captures his mouth again, a perfect distraction.

“Y’all care if I jerk off?” Rachel asks, and instead of just shucking her panties waits for some reason. Finally Lisa taps him from behind and Alec realizes that was a legitimate question.

“Go for it.” He pulls away from Taylor to say, offering a shaky thumbs up. The others must have responded positively because Rachel starts stroking the damp spot over her crotch.

She’s staring at them while she does it. Alec gets distracted with Taylor, with the business of kissing and being kissed, of lightly feeling up someone he plans to fuck and enjoy fucking. It’s so novel.

Next to them, on Brian’s other side, Rachel is petting her pussy so meanly. Watching every soft sigh and little moan Taylor makes.

Alec expects Rachel to complain about them teasing her–not letting anyone touch is downright unreasonable— but instead she says, “Fucking pretty together. Look at them. They look the same.”

That makes Alec chuckle a little because they actually do; this is almost familiar. A pale, light-eyed figure pressed against him, curly dark-hair. This could be any of his siblings, but instead of a sociopath’s curiosity and a mean-spirited one-upmanship, Taylor is smiling down at him.

Alec relaxes.

“Hey, love bug.” He grins up at her, and his eyes feel so soft. He’s not sure what his expression is doing but Taylor makes a surprised sound about it and kisses him.

“Hi.” She breathes, eyes bright with excitement. “I… you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I probably can’t sleep like this, too worked up, but it’ll fade after a while. Especially if I go for a run or something.”

I know he tries to say but it gets embarrassingly stuck somewhere so he just says, “I’m… starting to see that, yes. I want to, though? I think.”

Taylor kisses him again. Alec goes boneless into it.

He should probably be… being more assertive or something, guiding her through this, a first time– god, everything they do together is someone’s first time, it feels like– but while he knows he should put on some confidence and lead the way, it’s….

It’s surprisingly easy to just melt into kisses and do this with her, both of them fumbling together like it’s his first time, too. Which is embarrassing, it’s definitely not.

“First consensual time.” Lisa says, startling them both. Alec looks to her.

“What?” He croaks, heart beating fast.

“You’ve never done this before. Not with another person, unmastered.”

“Yes, I have.” Alec said, almost amused. He’d definitely had sex with any number of consenting adults, eager to get their hands on him.

You’d think those encounters would be better than his thralls, since no one was radiating a terror so stark it was like dad was right there over his shoulder; but they were almost universally worse. At least with his victims, he could control what was happening, stop if he wanted to.

Sex with ‘unmastered’ people was always unpleasant, even if they were passably ‘good’ at it. Something about having to endure it always had Alec floaty, bored and irritated afterward.

“You didn’t consent to that, love.” Lisa said in an oddly gentle voice.

Alec blinked.

“What?” He repeated.

“How old were you?” Lisa asked, reaching out and hesitating before taking his hand.

Right, they were trying to do the ‘only one person touches you’ thing. Alec pressed his knuckles to the bed and spread his fingers in invitation. She tugged his hand into hers, holding it.

“I don’t know, like– twelve or so? Eleven? Why does it matter.”

Brian made a hurt noise. Taylor’s grip tightened on his shirt. Alec pet her, bewildered. Rachel whined.

“So you get why it’s gross that anyone put their hands on you? Even if you did want it, you were too young to consent.”

I didn’t want it, though, Alec thought with a tight throat. He hadn’t really thought of it in so many words before, what was the point, but of course he didn’t want it; sex always sucked, it just sucked less than the alternative.

It suddenly seemed important they understand that he didn’t want it.

Cherie always made comments about him spreading his legs for favors, like he’d signed up for it, and he’d rolled his eyes and snarked back, but he didn’t. He never did. And like he gave a fuck what Cherie thought of him, or any of his fuckass siblings, but it mattered what his team thought.

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, clumsy as he tried to explain. As he failed to even start the sentence.

Stupid. There were no words for it, really.

How to describe what went on back then?

It was like trying to describe a trigger event. Everything was warped and strange and awful, and completely normal, all at once.

The Alec who rolled his eyes and bitched at his–seething– sister about her jealousy, with semen running uncomfortably down his thighs, was so far removed from the Alec here, that it was impossible to talk about. He’d be bringing something vile into a sacred place, poisoning the water.

Brian, Lisa, Rachel, Taylor— they had no concept of what kind of fucked up shit you could get used to, if it was all you knew, if you had to, and trying to pick a single moment to demonstrate what it was like, just, all the time didn’t work.

There was a reason he shed Jean-Paul like a dead skin, clawing it off of him the moment he was free.

He had two very different lives: one, a loose collection of every-day miseries; constant, common, the repugnant made unremarkable by droll repetition.

The other, a completely separate world: no dread from just exiting in a place, sleeping and eating and shitting somewhere knowing that around every corner is something so gross it will stick with you, a sibling ready to fuck you up, or dad having a new plan.

He could talk about everything there is here, the laughter and soft touches and ability to relax in his own space, but life as Alec is best characterized by what it lacks.

Theres no violent little assholes here, no older capes that look like him trying to trip him into a mistake so he can get in trouble with dad, no pain or punishments and, ultimately, no sex.

Sex had been everywhere for him as a kid, as a teen, as something that happened to him and around him and even something he did with his powers, though dad hadn’t given him much choice even with that. Cherie hated it, that he made the newly triggered practice, practice, practice on their other siblings first.

He didn’t want to show them that. Any of it. They’d never been touched by that kind of hell, as boring and ugly as it had been, and he didn’t want them to know.

“Don’t make me talk about it.” He managed, eventually, looking off to the side.

Lisa squeezed his fingers.

“Sweetheart, of course you don’t have to talk about it.” She rubbed comforting circles into his thumb. “Do you want to have sex?”

“I think so?” Alec swallowed, closed his eyes. “I did, a minute ago. If you call this sex.”

“This is sex.” Rachel said, chin jutting stubbornly, jaw set. “That other shit— that was bad, right?”

“Well, it was never good.” Alec rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, that was all rape, I think.” Rachel said. “Fuck that. If it’s bad, stop. If you can’t stop, it’s rape. Simple shit.”

Simple was one word for it. That was all Rachel, though, not bothered with the nuance. It couldn’t be that simple, though, or else… Well, then it would all have been that, and he would have noticed. Sure some sex sucked more than other sex, but it was all sex in the end.

Brian looked murderous.

“This is sex, but it doesn’t… have to be.” The other boy said, mouth a tight line. “It doesn’t have to be anything, of course, we can all put our clothes back on, but if it helps to call it something else, this can be… team bonding.”

Alec laughed despite himself.

“I’m not so traumatized I can’t call it what it is.” He said, amused. “If it takes its pants off like a duck and has an orgasm like a duck, it’s sex.”

“I think your metaphors got a little crossed there, sweetheart.” Lisa said, voice shaking with laughter.

Alec glittered up at her, eyes bright.

“Nah, I said it right.” He stroked Taylor’s hip, over her jeans. “Sorry to get so maudlin on you, tresor.”

It was easier, being here in the moment, if he focused on her. On them. Not himself. If Alec let himself smell her floral shampoo, the subtle scent of her body lotion, the faint sweat of arousal.

“No need to be sorry.” She kissed his nose. “I just… we just want you to be happy. To enjoy yourself. If that looks like cuddling and watching TV, we can do that. If it looks like a blowjob, I’m sure one of us can…”

“Me.” Rachel said, loudly, but Brian looked deliciously conflicted.

“Or maybe it looks like being with this girl right here.” Alec suggested, tippping her head up for a slow, sensual kiss. “Let me make you cum, Taylor.”

“Um!” She squeezed her thighs together, and her beautiful eyes behind her glasses. “I’ve never… I mean. I can’t make myself. So I haven’t ever.”

“You’ve never cum, sweetheart?” Alec didn’t make a big deal out of it but he was surprised, she’d been so responsive in Rachel’s lap earlier— hell, in his lap and he’d barely touched her. She’d gotten so close. “Well, we can’t have that. Do you want to feel what it’s like?”

Eyes wide, Taylor nodded.

“How do you want to cum? My hands, my thigh, my mouth?”

“That doesn’t sound very hands off.” Brian said roughly. “I think you’re supposed to, you know, dry hump or something.”

“Eat me, Bri, it’s her first time, she can have whatever she wants.”

“You.” Taylor blurted. “I don’t… I don’t really care how. Whatever feels nice for both of us.”

And of course he had to kiss her for that.

“I could fuck you.” Alec realized, finding the idea surprisingly… not bad. “You’re so wet for it, so turned on. It would be easy to slip in, I could make it feel nice for you.”

Taylor flushed.

“I… isn’t that too much?” She glanced down into his lap, where he was tenting the pajama pants. “We’d be skipping… several steps.”

“Well, you could try some of those steps.” He said, thoughtlessly, and Taylor dropped a tentative hand to brush his lap. “Oh, I didn’t think that through.”

His head tipped back.

“Look at you, being the first dick for all our girls.” Brian said, chuckling. “Is he a good choice for first handjob?”

“Yes.” Lisa said. “Feels good in my hand. A nice shape, you could say. And so reactive.”

Alec bit his lip as Taylor touched him, soft even through so many layers.

“My turn next.” Rachel said, almost agressive. She felt good, but Alec forced his power to focus on the others instead— muting the connection, unwilling to get so focused. It dulled her reflecting pleasure into a low buzz.

Alec laughed.

“Far be it from me to turn down handies from our beautiful teammates, hmm?”

“You don’t care that I’m— that we’re— inexperienced?”

“Fuck, no.” Alec’s eyelids dropped low as he exhaled. “It’s nice, it’s more— about the person of course, but— really nice to just. Feel you explore. You can touch me however you want.”

“He’s so fucking cute like this.” Brian said, sitting up— and shuffling forward to Taylor. “Is this alright, Tay?”

His hands slid down her sides to her hips, thumbs dipping in to indicate her waistline. Taylor nodded breathlessly as Brian unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down.

“We already knew your panties were pink from Rachel’s play earlier but it’s different to see them.” Alec groaned. “Fuck, your legs.”

“My… legs?”

“Your legs.” Lisa agreed fervently. “So fucking long.”

“‘m gonna leave hickeys all down your thighs.” Rachel said, darkly. “Bite marks, too. Not right now. Tomorrow, maybe.”

Taylor shivered for it. She readjusted her gorgeous, long, naked legs, so that they were tangled with Alec’s. He was feeling surprsingly overdressed.

Brian trailed a big hand over Taylor’s bare skin before sitting back again. His eyes were completely shadowed.

“Can we get yours, too?” Taylor asked, shifting to tug on his pajamas. Alec bit back his instinctive agreement, feeling Lisa’s eyes on him.

“Let me… think about it for a second?” He tried, and she purred. Taylor smiled.

“Good girl.” Brian said, seemingly just to make Alec’s cock jump, and gah.

“That should not do anything for me, espèce d’enfoiré (you jerk).” He muttered. “You don’t want to throw in a ‘good boy’ occassionally? Mix things up?”

“Not really.” Brian pushed his hands into his boxers casually, making eye contact. “Does my sweet girl mind if I fuck my hand watching him?”

Alec took a shuddering breath.

“Fuck you, do what you want.” He says, then— having thougth about it— “I’m okay with my dick with a few conditions.”

“Nope.” Brian licked his teeth. “Permission, please.”

“It’s fine.” Alec says, as Taylor pulls his pants down slowly. “Touch yourself, Brian.”

“Gladly.” He starts fucking into his hand, not bothering to take his boxers off. “What are your conditions, love?”

“Don’t… it’s stupid to say, but don’t insult me?” Alec shut his eyes for a moment. “Or hurt it, I guess. Like squeezing too hard in punishment or whatever.”

Taylor made a brief, upset nosie.

“No, of course not.” She said. “You like it when we’re nice to you, we won’t be mean.”

“Not even as a joke.” Alec cautioned, and to his surprise they were all nodding.

“Thank you for telling us.” Lisa kissed his cheek. She wasn’t involved, not really touching him or Taylor with her hands, but she was about an in behind him, her body a twin line to his. He could lean back and feel her easily.

“That’s important to know.” Taylor kissed his tit— no, over his heart. Alec’s ears flushed. “You did so good, telling us.”

Taylor kissed down his sternum and he hooked a hand into her hair thoughtlessly. She didn’t pause.

“Can I— please— my mouth?” She managed to ask, stumbling over the words.

“Tresor, I’m meant to make you cum.” He argued, and immediately saw the stubborn set to her jaw. “Is it… okay to say, yes, but don’t make me cum? Refractory periods are a bitch and I don’t want to lose any options with you.”

“That’s fine.” Lisa ran a hand through his hair, twice, before going back to not touching. “That’s good communication, sweetheart. You want to be in Taylor’s mouth that bad?”

“I really do.” He stopped breathing as her jaw touched the beginning of his pubic hair, wondering if he should have shaved bare for this, if she minded the trimmed and neat little thatch of it. “Taylor?”

“Mm.” She kissed to the base of his cock. “I’m good, I’m great, can I still— can I put it in my mouth? Please?”

“Gentle.” Alec encouraged her with the hand in her hair. “Watch your teeth.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot?” Brian said. “Teaching her. I didn’t expect that to hit so hard.”

Alec ignored him as Taylor kissed the shaft shyly, then a lot less shyly. She took the head into her mouth and he was careful to keep his hips still.

“You’ve never done this before, right?” Lisa asked and for an absurd moment Alec thougth she was addressing him. No, Brian.

“No.” He said, out of breath from his own plaesure. “Not… either way, actually. Alec’s the only one of us to do either.”

“Both.” Alec confirmed easily, voice slightly strangled as Taylor explored the shape of him with her tongue. “I’ll show you later, I’m good at it.”

He had to be, but that was beside the point. Making Brian’s legs shake as he blew his mind sounded amazing.

“You’re going to teach all of us.” Lisa said with fond amsuement, fingers brushing his temple, clearly wanting to pet his hair some more but refraining. “Exciting, right? Look at Taylor, she likes this so much.”

Taylor had him lightly in her mouth, just the first two or so inches, and she was so careful. She just got the courage to close her lips a little, not quite sucking but the natural vacuum it made incredible as she moved her head.

It was good, that she could take her time like this. That she could take it easy and learn what she liked about giving head. No rush, no force, no— anything like that. Alec’s memories moved away like river waters around a rock, staying in this moment.

He sighed, letting her rhythm guide him— not fucking up, but moving with her, mumbling nonsense.

“That’s right, tresor… go at whatever pace is easiest… ta bouche est si belle…”

“Mm, you know one of these cards says Whisper a sentence in your partner’s ear that will get them aroused.” Lisa said. “Do you think it’s too much if I card my hands through your hair? Or will it keep you grounded.”

“Was that the sentence? Because it worked.” Alec laughed. She gave up pretending she didn’t want her nails against his scalp, fingers parting his curls slowly, sweetly.

“Nah, the sentence is…” Lisa leaned in a little, whispering low enough the others wouldn’t hear.

“Calisse, woman.” Alec laughed. “Fuck. I’m trying not to bust in Taylor’s mouth.”

“What’d she say?” Rachel demanded.

“That would be telling.” Lisa sang.

“Yeah, Tattletelling. She said—” A warning pull to his hair. Alec rolled his eyes, “— I won’t repeat the exact words but she thinks Taylor looks good like this.”

“I really do.” Lisa said shamelessly. “Taylor, are you enjoying yourself?”

“Mnng.” She moaned and the vibrations traveled through him so nicely. He cursed, fingers tightening in her hair.

“Okay, that’s almost enough, I can’t— we need to worry about you, too, n’est-ce pas?” (Don’t you think?)

Taylor ignored him, pulling back a little to tongue at his foreskin. Alec started sweating.

“Fuck, that’s so dirty.” He shivered. “C’mon, ma petite puce, have some mercy.”

Taylor shook her head slowly, savoring her mouthful.

“Yes, off.” Alec laughed. “Let me return the favor, hmm?”

She flushed hard, a wave of arousal so strong he could feel it.

“She liked that,” Lisa said for the room. “Taylor, love, you have to follow his boundaries. He said not to make him cum like this.”

Taylor pulled off with a whine, which made his dick jump a little. He ached for her. For how much she wanted him, unexpectedly hot.

“What if I don’t like it?” She blurted as he and then, noticing their goal, Brian both helped her upright. Alec kissed her passionately, not bothering to start sweetly, both of them so heated, tasting himself on her tongue before he pulled back.

“You’ll like it.”

“But—” He kissed down her neck, then chest, guiding her to lay flat so he could kiss down her belly, too.

“You’ll like it.” Alec repeated, nuzzling the soft pink cotton of her panties. He focused on where her inner thighs for a moment, lips too busy to talk.

“He means he’s so good at it, you’ll enjoy it no matter what.” Lisa explained. “Which, while arrogant— is probably true. But if you don’t like it, he’ll notice before I do, and we’ll stop.”

“Oh.” Taylor said, face adorably flustered. “Okay, then.”

“But you will like it.” Alec looked up from her, mouthing at the area above her clit with just enough pressure to make her shiver. “Like, let’s not get it twisted— you will cum from this.”

“And that is a threat.” Brian said, voice shaking with laughter. “At least he’s confident?”

Alec rose one hand to flip him off before wrapping them both around Taylor’s legs, holding her open for him.

“S-shouldn’t I take my underwear off?” Taylor stuttered. Alec breathed hot over her, dampening the soaked fabric further. He shrugged.

“Depends. Do you think it’s hotter if I move it aside?” He demonstrated with a nimble finger, earning a loud squeak as he pulled her panties out of the way just a little. “That’s a yes, lovebug.”

“Maybe.” She agreed, eyes closed tight. “This is so embarassing.”

“Nah.” Alec tugged her panties further, enough to lick where her hole met one lip. It was a bit bold for so early in the proceedings, but one had to consider that she had so much foreplay already.

Waiting would be its own form of torture.

At least this was something he was good at, something he didn’t have to think about, and it was the nicest it had ever been, like Lisa’s handjob eariler. You wouldn’t think how you feel about the person fucking you could make such a difference— certainly Alec has had equally miserable experiences with people he didn’t even know as with people he hated— but apparently it could.

And he didn’t know if it was something unique to her or if it was from all the teasing, but Taylor was so responsive. He didn’t even have to use his power to cheat, though knowlede of the human nervous system in general was never a bad thing.

Her little noises started as breaths and then picked up into true moans, thighs quaking around his head and Alec grinned into her, placed kisses on and around her mons and thighs until she was giggling, high and bright and sweaty, struggling for air, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment because she was beautiful like this.

“Alec,” She gasped, half a complaint that was ruined by her smile, and he stopped playing around. He spent several long minutes making out with her pussy the way he might her mouth, and Taylor was the kinda girl that liked a tongue fucking into her. Noted.

“So, I think she likes it.” Lisa said, sotto voice, and Rachel snorted.

“Can you cum from this?” Brian asked, jerking faster now. A faint sheen on his skin, catching the light, voice smoky. “If you can’t, we have options.”

Alec pulled back, mouth wet— hell, chin wet— and glared. In the meantime, he touched Taylor softly, weathering the first jump of surprise and then sliding a finger into her, knuckles catching on her underwear.

It slipped in easy and she clenched around him perfectly, a cry sounding out as he rubbed right where she needed it, no need to fuck around trying to find sensitive spots.

“I can literally see her nerves, thank you peanut gallery.” He flipped Brian off with his free hand.

“Oh, surely we’re spectators at least. An attentive audience.” Lisa purred.

“Courtside seats, ma Tattletale?” He added a second finger, Taylor biting her lip as he applied the perfect amount of pressure.

“VIP section.” She agreed. “We’re up in the luxury box— or is that you, sweetheart?”

Alec turned his head to the side and buried laughter in Taylor’s thigh. Then kissed it for good measure.

“I don’t get it.” Rachel panted.

“You know the box they put rich people in at a sports game?” Brian asked her, reaching his free hand out to rest on Rachel’s thigh. “If we’re watching this nice show they’re putting on, we get luxury seats like that. Up close and personal.”

“But box is also slang for pussy.” Lisa said. “So Alec’s all up in Taylor’s box, which is a way better place to be.”

Rachel snorted. “That was lame.”

“Taylor didn’t seem to mind it. Then again, Taylor’s a little busy, aren’t you, honey?” Lisa directed her words at the girl between them, quietly falling apart as they spoke. “Such a lovely show for us. I think we’re all learning we like to watch.”

“Speak for yourself.” Alec said, molesting his way down Taylor’s leg. “I’m happier to be part of the action. Speaking of, ma tresor, do you want your finale yet?”

Taylor nodded so hard he could feel it in her cunt.

“Just like that?” Brian asked skeptically.

“Keep that attitude when it’s your turn.” Alec threatened. “What part of ‘nervesight’ confuses you? Even without the literal psychic feedback, I can see her nerves flaring, see the pattern of it. I know exactly what makes you feel good.”

“Psychic, huh?” Lisa teased. “So it feels good for you, too. If you lean into it. If you poke your power for that kind of feedback.”

“Mmhmm.” Alec adjusted his wrist, changed up the angle, and Taylor gasped harshly. “I could cum with you if I wanted, tresor. Should I? I’ve been pushing that part of my power off so I can focus.”

“M-maybe? Fuck, I can’t— think—” Taylor’s entire body trembled, faintly pink from her neck down to her thighs.

“I think you could come like this, maybe, but it would take a minute.” Alec pressed another kiss to the edge of her panties. “Most people can’t just from internal stimulation like this. I need to play with your clit a little to knock you over.”

“K-kay?”

He was regretting a little not taking her underwear off entirely but she wasn’t complaining as he forced it out of the way, nuzzling into where she was most swollen.

“You’re so fucking close. So sensitive. Your nerves are singing, love.”

Taylor covered her mouth and yelled into it, muffled and overwhelmed.

Alec quirked his fingers, wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it just a small, rhythmic bit of sucking, and she came apart around him, screaming. Her hand did nothing to muffle it, thighs clamping tight to trap him, a rush of slick coating him down to the wrist.

“Jesus.” Brian said, half a prayer, and on his other side Rachel rushed to follow, fingers so harsh on herself. He was the only one looking when she gave a little grunt and her cunt twitched and spasmed.

“Nice.” Alec said, alterting the others, and Brian jerked to watch Rachel with a curse.

“Isn’t she overwhelmed?” Lisa asked Alec, concerned, and he shot her an offended glance— which, for him, was still mostly a neutral expression.

“How many times will we fuck before you all trust me to be good at this?” Alec asked, gently working his fingers in Taylor, gentling her down from it. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, you— of course, you can feel if something spikes as too much.” Lisa frowned at him. “You cheat worse than I do.”

“My power doesn’t turn off.” Alec countered. “Might as well use it to stop pretty girls from getting overwhelmed in the bad way. Speaking of, Rachel— don’t make me come over here.”

“Do it, pussy.” She had a wild smile. “It only hurts a little and I want to go again. It’ll smooth out soon.”

“You’re not supposed to push through overstim, crazy girl.” Alec said. “Look at Taylor. I get her through the major peak and then work her back up to that level. Do you want another?” He asked her, almost idly, and Taylor started cussing him out.

He laughed.

“I’m feeling a little inadequate.” Brian said idly, slowing his pace down to really edge. To watch and be able to talk at once. “Okay, a lot inadequate. For the record? Some of us are just mere mortals and need your words if something is too much or too little.”

“Skill issue.” Lisa, Alec and Rachel said, making Brian laugh a little deeper than normal.

“Don’t need a power for body language.” Rachel said gruffly, spreading her thighs a little wider. “Just gotta… fuck, pay attention.”

“Yeah, Brian.” Alec said, “You’ve got to pay attention.”

His wrist worked a little faster and Taylor started gasping little, frantic “oh, oh, ohs” that built in speed as her body tensed and untensed.

“Breathe,” Alec reminder her as she clenched up and stayed that way, chasing the pleasure of his hand, hips rocking into the touch. “If you tense up too hard, it won’t happen.”

“I— you— fuck you—” Taylor managed, laughing a little with exhaustion.

“If you like.” Alec cut a pale glance over to Brian. “I can make you cum from that, too, but it takes a bit more work.”

“That’s not normal either.” Brian said, biting his lip as he widened his stance. “Don’t get used to that kind of thing, I’ve heard— ah— most women can’t orgasm from, uh, penetration like that.”

“Skill issue.” Alec laughed under his breath again and Brian swatted at his thigh, the only piece he could reach.

“I’ll show you skill, you little monster.” Brian’s breath hitched. His hand was moving so much faster, almost a blur under his boxers, and he couldn’t look away from them.

“Lisa, touch her chest.” Alec said, eyeing the girl under him— and the nerves underneath.

“I thought we were sticking with two at a time?” A blonde eyebrow raised and Alec shook his head.

“I can’t reach and these two are busy, c’mon.” He slowed down, trying to time it right. Kissed Taylor’s knee in apology.

“Fine.” Lisa crawled forward the few feet. “Oh, Taylor, tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

She looked like she’d run ten miles and was barely capable of words. It was a great look on her. Lisa and Alec both had thought she needed to relax for weeks now and finally they’d found a way to make it happen.

He was kind of smug about it, actually.

Lisa’s palms started on Taylor’s shoulders, petting down, green eyes wide. She cupped both breasts with a reverant touch, lifting and petting. Taylor arched into her hands.

“Is it— okay— it might— ‘m not— sorry,” She spoke complete nonsense but Lisa had an advantage in bed, too.

“Shh, honey, you look so good. You’re so lovely like this. Exactly what we want.” She reassured, increasing pressure, and Alec could tell the exact moment she cheated with her power because Taylor jerked hard, exactly as planned.

He rubbed firmly on her upper wall and let his thumb glide over her clit, just this side of too much. Her scream actually was muffled, this time, because Lisa kissed her sweetly at the right moment.

“Don’t let her bite your tongue off.” Alec said sharply, relaxing when he saw it was a less invasive kiss than that. “Sorry, nevermind.”

“That’s a thing?” Brian demanded.

“Some people lock their jaw when they orgasm, shut up.” Alec felt a small flush touch his cheeks. “Do you need some help?”

“I-I—” Brain stuttered a little. “Hmm, maybe?”

Longer sentences seemed beyond him but he also looked like he hadn’t anticipated the offer at all.

Alec made his leg twitch a couple times to prepare his nerves and then slid in.

“Lisa, what did that last card say?”

“Uh?” She asked, pulling away from Taylor for a second. Taylor chased her down and demanded more kisses. She was far more sensitive this time, so he kept his hand right where it was and didn’t move except for what was required to keep it from being uncomfortable— small shifts here and there.

“Oh, it was— Taylor, come on— let me— real quick—” Lisa giggled into the myriad of kisses.