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aldersprigFor @Dahob's prompt.
This comes after Sister's Keeper
Content warning: This is a story about a succubus and her half-brother incubus in a magical dom/sub relationship..
Joff came home to find his kitchen full of men.
This was, all things considered, not all that bad. He'd certainly come home to find his kitchen full of less-appealing things, or that many men in other places (once in a closet. In his closet, not even in 'Vette's).
They were chatting, laughing, poking each other. It was the happiest group of men he'd ever come home to - and he'd come home to people engaged in group sex more than once.
"Oh, hi, Joffy, here, taste this." He realized, as someone was sticking a strawberry in his mouth, that he knew this someone, that he'd slept with him, and that being fed a strawberry was every bit as intimate as taking the boy's cock in his mouth.
"Mmmmff." He knew food could be good. He liked making delicious food. In this kitchen. "What are we doing?" With my kitchen?
Jervis, bless his heart, caught the tone. "Ivette is throwing a catered party next month, and we're helping her come up with ideas."
"In here, Joffy."
"Ivette..." That's not my name. He stepped into the dining room, and understood, viscerally, pants-tighteningly, why everyone was bustling quite so eagerly.
"Gluttony is such a fun sin." Her whisper was for his ears alone. The way she was eating that hors d'oeuvre, on the other hand... licking around the outside, kissing the salt off of it, and then licking the salt off of her lips. The way her fingers pinched the sides of the strawberry, the way her tongue darted out to lick it again, the way her lips pursed when she popped the whole thing between her teeth...
Joff groaned quietly. Behind him, he heard Jervis groaning as well. "The best sin."
This comes after Sister's Keeper
Content warning: This is a story about a succubus and her half-brother incubus in a magical dom/sub relationship..
Joff came home to find his kitchen full of men.
This was, all things considered, not all that bad. He'd certainly come home to find his kitchen full of less-appealing things, or that many men in other places (once in a closet. In his closet, not even in 'Vette's).
They were chatting, laughing, poking each other. It was the happiest group of men he'd ever come home to - and he'd come home to people engaged in group sex more than once.
"Oh, hi, Joffy, here, taste this." He realized, as someone was sticking a strawberry in his mouth, that he knew this someone, that he'd slept with him, and that being fed a strawberry was every bit as intimate as taking the boy's cock in his mouth.
"Mmmmff." He knew food could be good. He liked making delicious food. In this kitchen. "What are we doing?" With my kitchen?
Jervis, bless his heart, caught the tone. "Ivette is throwing a catered party next month, and we're helping her come up with ideas."
"In here, Joffy."
"Ivette..." That's not my name. He stepped into the dining room, and understood, viscerally, pants-tighteningly, why everyone was bustling quite so eagerly.
"Gluttony is such a fun sin." Her whisper was for his ears alone. The way she was eating that hors d'oeuvre, on the other hand... licking around the outside, kissing the salt off of it, and then licking the salt off of her lips. The way her fingers pinched the sides of the strawberry, the way her tongue darted out to lick it again, the way her lips pursed when she popped the whole thing between her teeth...
Joff groaned quietly. Behind him, he heard Jervis groaning as well. "The best sin."
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Date: 2013-02-04 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 02:12 pm (UTC)