yosafbridge | OOM: Business ventures.

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OOM: Business ventures.

Saffron's room, for the most part, remains exactly the same as when she'd been in it last - apart from a few newly acquired trophies (paid for by a portion of the sum her job with Ben Wade had gotten her).

She takes a moment to arrange for some food and wine to be sent up in about an hour or so, then proceeds to make herself comfortable in the sitting area - removing her boots, pulling out the pin that holds the majority of her red curls up and away from her neck, and stretching out on one of the luxuriously stuffed couches.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her feet dangling in the air as she sizes up the two men.

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Now Moist does laugh against her skin as he kisses and nips her breast, enjoying being pushed up against her,

"Yes, do tell us."

Her eyes drift shut, a breathless whimper lingering on her lips when Urquhart's hand makes its way between her legs.

"Every single idea I'm considering at the moment involves the two of you with considerably less clothing on."

"For that, we'd have to let go of you for a moment," Urquhart points out. "Can you bear that?"

For a moment, he wonders whether Moist will by shy in front of him.

He knows he himself won't be, despite what Finvarra had done to him.

"I think a minimum of letting go is all that's needed,"

His mouth doesn't move as Moist undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt tossing them on the floor,

"Though I'm not sure the best way to get my pants off without some help."

"I think I can handle it as long as you return to me eventually," she murmurs, grabbing hold of her dress and shoving it down over her hips, stepping out of it as it drops to the floor.

The bed rests just beyond, through sheer curtains, and she nudges them aside to climb onto the mattress, bare and waiting, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I hope you two like each other enough," Saffron teases.

Urquhart quickly sheds his clothes. His simple medieval garments aren't that complicated. Shoes, belt, shirt, trousers.

He's big and strong as always, but not quite as hairy as he used to be. A certain Irish fairy has applied magic to him, and it hasn't all grown back in yet.

Moist was already partly undressed and quickly sheds his trousers and underwear with a grin.

He's lean and comfortable in his own skin as he climbs next to Saffron and smiles at Urquhart,

"I think we'll manage."

Her hand cups the back of Moist's neck, dragging him down to her for a deep kiss that quickly gains its hunger, bare skin sliding against his as she makes a soft sound - most of it ending up muffled by the repeated collision of their mouths.

She's left plenty of room for their third party to join in.

Urquhart slides onto the bed on the other side of her, bending down to cup her breast, and nibble it with his lips, while Moist is busy with her lips.

There are many lovely parts to a woman. Enough to keep two men busy.

Especially as the woman is Saffron.

He enjoys being pulled in by her and as he kisses her, his hand wanders down her body, skimming Urquhart's on its way from skin to skin.

She can feel Urquhart moving around her back, the strands of his hair tickling her arm as his lips envelop her breast, and she moans softly against Moist's lips as each hand trails down a differently shaped chest, fingertips curling in against two stomachs and then moving lower.

There's a challenge in stroking the both of them simultaneously, but she's more than willing to put forth the effort to do so.

While Urquhart's lips are wandering over her breasts, his hand slides down again, between her legs, to take up again where he left off to undress himself.

He sighs, enjoying that this is both comfortable and new and exciting.

It is exciting to have the other man there, a rival for giving Saffron pleasure, but an ally and an unexpected boon as well, when they brush against each other as they find their way around Saffron's body.

When her hand moves lower, Moist makes a happy sound and keeps kissing her, his nimble fingers finding sensitive spots along her skin and Urquhart's.

She can feel their hands briefly making contact with each other over her, around her, and breaks the kiss to grin, arching back against Urquhart's chest and hitching a leg back over his thigh to ensure she stays spread for his fingers.

She turns her head to kiss him, all the while coaxing Moist closer to her so she can turn her head back to kiss him again, alternating between the two with slow, sensual kisses as she brings all three of their mouths together.

Urquhart keeps stroking her, and feels his own excitement mounting. He feels his cheek slide against Moist's as they alternate, smoothly, in kissing Saffron.

Moist isn't shy; not about being seen by third person while naked and aroused, not about being touched as they all go about it. Urquhart finally sheds his reticence and reaches around with his free arm, exploring fingers sliding over Moist's neck and chest.

Urquhart's rougher hand provides a nice variation to Saffron's smooth fingers and he moans, kissing Urquhart before kissing Saffron again.

She has to remember to open her eyes - slowly, half-lidded in pleasure - to watch the two of them kiss, a smirk playing on her lips seconds before Moist claims them in another kiss, and she whimpers, slick between her legs and against Urquhart's fingers sliding there.

Her hand wraps around Moist's length to stroke slowly as her backside presses against Urquhart's hips in a slow, teasing grind, tangling their bodies together.

She can feel the result of that grinding quite clearly, rising against her from behind, as Urquhart moans, and his fingers slide inside her, and around.

With his other hand he pulls Moist closer and kisses him, roughly.

The variety provides a nice edge; and seeing them do it seems to do something to Saffron.

Something quite welcome to him.

Saffron's reaction is pleasant to watch and Urquhart is a good kisser as Moist moans at the feel of her hands.

His own are exploring her body, one one her breast as the other runs over her body and Urquhart's.

She feels their bodies press in closer as the men kiss over her shoulder, Urquhart's chest warm against her back and his fingers exploring deep as Moist's hand slides over her breast.

She muffles a whimper against the column of Moist's throat, nipping at his pulse point, her hips rocking into Urquhart's hand.

Urquhart keeps stroking, and his finger dips inside her, to feel how ready she is.

His head dips, to kiss her throat again; his other hand wanders down Moist's body.

At her whimper, Moist presses himself to her, his erection almost meeting Urq's exploring fingers. Then he kisses her again, long and wanting before his hand moves to stroke Urquhart's length.

Her fingers gently dig into Moist's chest, and she can feel the two of them reaching across her to touch each other, starting high and slowly descending, Moist's wrist turning against her hip as he strokes Urquhart behind her.

She gasps against his neck, her breath hot on his skin as Urquhart's finger pushes into her, her own arousal more than clear.

Letting go of her for a moment, Urquhart reaches out to take Moist's length gently from her, strokes it for a moment, then pulls it toward the place his fingers just left, to gently guide it inside.

Moist groans as he moves into Saffron while his hand strokes Urquhart and he kisses Saffron.

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