HKVerse 8, Miranda Otto/Vin Diesel/Mark Lutz; "Greedy" (NC-17)
Title: Greedy
Fandom: Actorslash, Alternate Universe (Hong Kong-verse)
Pairing: Miranda Otto/Vin Diesel/Mark Lutz
Authors: msilverstar1, telesilla, and zillah975
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: After the debauching they were going to talk. No, really....
Series: (Hong Kong -verse, really AU) Miranda's a travel writer, Mark's a photographer, and Vin owns an import/export business; they meet in Hong Kong, and get along from the start.
Feedback: Please! And constructive criticism of all kinds. Anyone who knows Hong Kong and wants to correct us, we'd love that.
Archive: Generally OK, but notification required - send email to archive at msilverstar dot com.
Notes: We wanted to collaborate on writing kinky sex. So we decided to start with two characters from an RPG and send them off into an AU. Then Vin was added to the mix and that's how we got here.
[Takes place directly after "First Impressions"]
A little while later, all three of them are wrapped in bathrobes and lounging on the couch in a comfortable pile. Mark has one arm around Vin and is idly working the tangles out of Mir's hair, and another bottle of wine is open on the coffee table.
Mark feels sinfully content. "Is everyone else as relaxed as I am?" he asks with a smile. "I keep thinking I should put some music on or something, but I don't wanna move."
"This is when I'd want to be a Super Hero like that guy in the Fantastic Four," Vin says with a laugh. "The elastic one. I could reach across the room and turn on the stereo. Be easier to get my arms around both of you too."
That image makes Miranda giggle a bit, but she likes the idea of Vin holding them both. Gives her a little lift, that he even says it. She twists a little on Mark, and slides partway down into one of the angles between the blokes. "Don't need music," she sighs, "this is fine." She puts her head back to lean against Mark's shoulder and closes her eyes.
Mark kisses her hair, then tips his head back. "See, this is when I want a houseboy," he murmurs, fingers playing gently over the back of Vin's neck. "Or a robot dog. Someone to turn on the music and pour the wine. Maybe bring a little snack."
"I'd rather have a houseboy," Vin says. "Those robot dogs are a little freaky. But a pretty boy...." He laughs a little, glancing at Miranda to see how she's taking the line of conversation.
"Or a pretty girl," Mark says with a grin. "We could get a nice little outfit for her to wear -- emphasis on 'little,'" he goes on idly, still working at the tangles in Mir's hair. "Something in red, I think. She'd be a lot better than a robot dog."
Laughing, Vin runs a hand along Miranda's leg in a lazy caress. "I like it," he says, still sounding amused. "Red is much better than one of those cliched French maid outfits."
Miranda just rolls her eyes, and sighs. Men "You're both such bludgers." But she can't hide her smile, and her hands go on stroking them both.
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying," Mark says with a laugh. "God, you'd look so cute in a little red teddy and garters, kneeling there all sweet and attentive to offer us the wine or -- peel a grape or something."
"Not quite my style," Miranda answers, still happy. She's surprised at how comfortable she is, teasing about all this, knowing that she's putty in Mark's hands. She shivers a bit, realizing that she probably would serve him if he wanted her to, and Vin as well. "Red silk and garters, on the other hand, are quite," Miranda licks Mark while she runs her hands along Vin's neck and shoulder, "mmm, quite an attractive idea."
"I'd like to see that," Vin says, grinning at her. "What I'd really like to see is you dressed up nicely somewhere and knowing that you had that kind of thing on underneath. That while you looked quite proper, there's a tarty girl there that only Mark and I know about."
Miranda blushes a bit: she likes that idea. Them knowing. Then coming back to the flat, and having wild sex. She squirms, and says, "That sounds all right," trying not to seem to eager.
"We'll go shopping later, maybe," Mark says. "Find you something suitably slutty to wear under one of your pretty dresses, then take you out to dinner, maybe dancing afterwards." He shoots Vin a quick grin and nudges Miranda's ear with his lips, murmuring, "Back you up against Vin in a shadowy corner of the dance floor. Make a yummy little Mir sandwich, and no one'd ever know except us."
"Oh," Miranda answers, faintly. She should have known Mark would want to have sex in public, like at the art gallery. It's not usually her thing, but bloody hell, the idea of him and Vin both around her... "No hurry," she finally manages, and it seems right. Let him work for it a bit. Just because she turns into a quivering mass of jelly around him doesn't mean he should get everything right away.
"So shy," Vin says, reaching across Miranda to grip the back of Mark's neck. "Not like a certain boy I know."
Mark laughs. "Hey, I could do shy if you wanted me to," he says, though he can't help the sudden rush of desire he always feels when Vin touches him like that, can't help the way he arches his neck into Vin's hand. "Well, I could try anyway," he amends with a grin.
"I think your shy days are long gone," Vin says with a chuckle. He looks at Miranda. "What do you think? Can you even imagine Mark being shy?"
Grinning back, Miranda says, "Not a chance, I think he's an exhibitionist." She leans over and kisses Vin, maybe the first time she's done that. He is a lovely kisser, and god, he's big. She feels delicate and tiny next to him, as though he could break her without trying hard. Though he seems to be careful with what he's doing. In control of himself. In control of Mark. Might be soon in control of her. That makes her shiver a bit, but if Mark trusts him, that's quite a vote of confidence.
Chuckling, Mark shakes his head. "I'm not an exhibitionist," he says while Miranda kisses his lover. "I like showing other people off. It's different."
Oh fucking god, that hits Miranda like a ton of bricks. What has happened to her pride, her head, her common sense? She knows she'd go along with it, and it would would be incredibly sexy, and it boggles her mind. She tries to control herself and hopes that whimper didn't escape.
"You should show her off for me," Vin says. "Buy her some sexy things and," he leans back, looking at both of them, "show off the newest harem girl to the sultan."
"That is an excellent idea," Mark says with a grin. "I don't suppose I could talk you into dressing the part, could I? You'd look hot as a sultan."
Vin plays well as the sultan, all big shoulders and commanding presence. Miranda feels a bit more comfortable, now. "When I was in Egypt, I did some belly dancing, in the women's quarters. They taught me both kinds, the folkdances and the ones they show men." She does a little belly roll. "I would be honored to entertain the most sublime sultan."
Mark can't help himself -- when Mir does the little roll, he tickles her just to hear her squeak, then kisses her ear. "I'd love that," he says. "Do you have some of those little finger bell things?"
Miranda shakes her head: she's kept almost nothing from her travels. "Sorry, no. But I'm sure I can find some here. You can find everything in Hong Kong."
Mark chuckles. "That's certainly true. I know half a dozen places where we could find the whole outfit and," he adds teasingly, "an audience for you who'd be all too happy to see the entire performance."
"Smart-arse," Miranda answers, whapping Mark on the shoulder. Mark's taking the piss, again. She knows he's not that serious, but it's the things he chooses to tease her about that make her feel a bit odd. It's all those sexy fantasies she's had in her head and never told anyone. If he talks about them like this, they seem so sordid.
Mark laughs and hugs her close. "You know I wouldn't," he says, kissing her hair. "Not unless you wanted it."
Miranda sighs and lets him cuddle her. "I don't really know, I don't, not very much." She looks at the both of them, "You're the experts, I haven't a clue what to do now."
"Are you talking about the dancing fantasy? Or the whole thing?' Vin asks, petting her back. It's been a while since he's played with anyone this new to the scene, and he hopes they're not rushing things too much. She seems so serious some times; I hope she can tell when we're joking.
Blushing, she looks up at Vin. "This whole... whatever it is. What you expect from me." Miranda knows they tease a lot but, bloody hell, there are so many layers here she feels like she's drowning.
"Oh, you know, mostly just a whole lot of orgasms," Mark says airily, then grins again and kisses her cheek. "In all seriousness, Mir," he goes on, "it's like any other relationship -- we figure it out together, including the expectations. So," shrugging, "the usual stuff." He starts ticking them off on his fingers. "Honesty. A certain amount of slack cut for one another's foibles and in case of misunderstanding. Honesty. The orgasms thing definitely falls in there. Trust, which we all earn from each other. And, um... oh. Honesty. Which includes being honest with ourselves," he adds. "It may sound like a no-brainer, but it can be hard when you're not sure if you're supposed to want what you think you want."
"Erm... yeah, sounds right." Miranda's a bit stunned, but pleased that Mark is so gung-ho about this... relationship. Most men hate that word. "Honesty. Erm. Honestly, I'm terrified and thrilled at the same time. It's the best roller coaster ride I've ever been on."
"Which is why we do it," Vin says. He smiles a little and brings his hand up level with the top of her head. "And why you need to be this tall to ride it." The joke made, he slides his hand down through her hair, fingers combing through the tousled strands.
"It's alright to be afraid," he says. "When you really look at it, you're do the same thing here that you do for a living: going to a new country and learning about a new way of life. And that can be more than a little frightening; will the natives welcome you, will you fit in, how do the customs differ from what you're used to...." He grins. "Mark and I are your native guides and even that's a little scary because you have to trust us to get by here. But, you also have to realize that this is where we live and we're proud of it; we want you to see it at its best."
Miranda musters a smile at that; she's made the analogy before and it works for her. "I like that, it's good. Native guides." Her body sags a bit as the tension melts down. "Trust you, trust you both, and I'll try... I'll tell you when it's too much for me." She's got to remember that, because these blokes will push, and she can't let them swamp her.
Mark hugs her closer. "Good," he says. "'Cause neither Vin nor I want to push you into doing something you don't want. Ever." He kisses her hair, nuzzling close. "Maybe give you a nudge towards things you do want, but are a little afraid of, though."
"You make it so bloody easy to be nudged," Miranda says, leaning back. She feels like she's floating in a hot spring, currents of cold and boiling water flowing around her. Whatever that means. "I like it when you nudge." She tilts her head back to kiss Mark, and hooks a knee over Vin's leg, sprawling in blatant invitation.
"Seems like someone's feeling a little greedy," Vin says, running a hand up Miranda's leg, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh.
"Mmmm," Miranda smiles into the kiss and turns to look at Vin. She lets her hand wander over Mark's neck and shoulders, feeling very decadent between the two of them. "I prefer to think of it as responsive, or maybe interested." Rather proud of herself, she is, for keeping her voice light when Vin's doing that to her.
"Also good things," Mark says with a smile, sliding his hand up Mir's thigh in a mirror of Vin's. "Nothing wrong with greedy, though," and he nudges close, lips to her earlobe, and nibbles gently. "I'm greedy," he murmurs. "Vin gets greedy sometimes." He glances at his lover and nips. "I like it when he's greedy."
Miranda can't believe how sexual she's become, how decadently she's spread out for them, letting them do what they like with her. Drive her mad with their touches. Then Mark's words strike a cord and she wonders what it's like when Vin gets greedy. And shivers, cos it's not all about her, they're lovers first, before whatever they are to her. Decides she needs to know, "What does he do, when he's, greedy?"
Chuckling, Mark kisses her, sucks her lower lip into his mouth and bites softly. "Whatever he wants to," he whispers with a grin. "Wicked things. Things that leave you aching the next day, and feeling like you know what the world looks like from inside the tiger's mouth. Or soft, sweet things that last for hours." He laughs again and nips. "Or both. Or something else altogether. Whatever he wants to, pet."
Whatever he wants to. Miranda shivers again; it's not just what he might -- will -- do to her, not any more. She's never been interested in watching sex, but these two make her want to be a voyeur. She turns to Vin, to see what will happen next.
"You're making me sound like a monster, babe," Vin says giving Mark a hard stare. Keeping his hand light on Miranda's thigh, he reaches across her to grab Mark's arm, squeezing hard. "You trying to scare the lady?"
"Monster?" Mark says, wide-eyed and trying for as much innocence as he can muster. That grip on his arm has his attention, but he can tell Vin's not seriously annoyed, and he swallows a little, partly for effect and partly because Vin just does that to him. "I don't think you sound like a monster." He turns to Miranda. "Do you think I made him sound like a monster?"
They're such boys, and she likes the way they banter. "Not a monster, more like, an absolute monarch. With, erm, willing subjects."
"How willing?" Vin says, looking at Mark. "Willing to show your friend here what you can take? " He smiles a little reassuringly at Miranda before looking back at Mark. "What a slut you are?"
Mark's fingers twitch faintly on Mir's thigh. That tone, the words, the effect they have is as fast and inevitable as ever, never fails to get him hard, and he swallows again. "Anything for you," he answers, and he bites back the sir, the your slut, only because he's not sure whether Vin wants them yet.
Oh god,, Miranda realizes that her mouth is hanging open and closes it, absently. She's riveted by the intensity between the two of them, relieved -- mostly -- that it's not directed at her.
"Good boy," Vin says. "Why don't you get over here and put that mouth of yours to good use." He moves Miranda a little so that Mark will be able to get his robe open. "Just remember," he says to her, "what I want from Mark isn't necessarily what either of us want from you."
Miranda nods, grateful for both the reassurance, and the beckoning whirlpool of possibility contained in the word necessarily.
Mark slips off the couch and around Miranda, pausing to plant a little kiss on her knee as he goes, and then he's sliding his hands up Vin's thighs, parting the robe and nuzzling in, breathing his lover's scent of soap and warm skin. It's a little odd, doing this with Miranda right there, but not bad odd. Just different.
And god, Vin smells so fucking perfect, tastes perfect when Mark laves his tongue over Vin's balls and sucks them into his mouth as much as he can, not bothering to stop the little groan that's muffled around them. Feels so perfect as he wraps his hand around Vin's cock and strokes downward, then licks up the shaft, his free hand splayed on Vin's thigh and fingers digging in, massaging muscle there and pushing his legs further apart.
Mark looks so comfortable, so beautifully sexual, on his knees before Vin. Miranda wonders if she'll ever be so easy with all this kinky stuff, either the watching or the doing. Her chest is tight as a drum, and she tries to remember to breathe, but it's overwhelming her a little.
Growling, Vin puts on hand on the back of Mark's neck, squeezing it a little. "Good boy," he says, his other hand still idly stroking Miranda. "Show your girl how much like like this. Show me how much you like it."
It's easy to comply; Mark thinks he could spend his whole life just like this, surrounded by his lover and taking him in. He slides the head of Vin's cock into his mouth, licking at the slit before he begins sucking down the shaft, humming around it. And he wants for Mir to see how good this is, how good it feels to give yourself over to someone this way, how much power there is in it, and how much vulnerability. And how much fun. Vin's thick cock stretches him as he takes him deep, and it feels so good, so right to be here, and he's working his hands against the muscles of Vin's thighs, struggling not to move his hand to his own erection.
Miranda's glad for the warm grounding of Vin's hand. Mark on his knees makes everything topsy-turvy. With her, Mark was so much in control, and now... He does like it, that's obvious. Miranda can't tear her eyes away: it's not a porno, it's real and intimate, and they're choosing to share it with her.
Reaching out, Vin pulls Miranda closer, leaning in to kiss her hard. This -- kissing Miranda while Mark goes down on him -- is perfect, decadently perfect, and Vin moans into Miranda's mouth.
Heart beating double-time, Miranda kisses back as best she can, but it's like channeling a flood. Vin just takes what he wants, but she finds herself wanting to give more. His moan vibrates through her whole body, and she twists forward into him, glad to be doing something instead of just watching.
Mark loves those little sounds, the soft movements that tell him his lover and his girl are getting cozy, could tell from the way Vin's cock twitches in his mouth even if he couldn't hear them. He sucks Vin deep and swallows around him, his own sounds muffled around his lover's cock, and he's starting to get greedy.
"Look at him," Vin says when he finally pulls away from the kiss. "Look how greedy he is for it." He puts his hand on the back of Mark's neck again. "You love doing this, don't you boy?"
Mark doesn't try to push against that hand, just nods as best he can with Vin buried in his throat, and begins humming, moaning around him, slipping one hand down to cup Vin's balls.
This is what it feels like to have your mind blown. Miranda can barely think any more, and a giggle escapes her, because of course, it's Vin's cock that's being blown. "Sorry, not laughing at you," she says, hurriedly. "This is... so much..." she tries to explain.
"'S'alright," Vin says, his chuckle turning into a moan as Mark does something amazing with his tongue. He leans toward Miranda for another kiss, sliding the robe off her shoulders as he does. He strokes her neck and arm as they kiss, trying to decide how to play this.
Admiring Vin's ability to do anything else, while Mark's going down on him, Miranda shivers at the cooler air on her skin. She can't help making a pleased noise at his caress, wanting more of his hands, more everything.
"Enough," Vin growls to Mark as he reaches a decision. He looks at Miranda, reaching to finish pulling her robe off. "Let's have you up on my lap with your back to me." He grins down at Mark. "You can keep her busy while I'm having her."
"My pleasure," Mark says, his thick-voiced, and he turns his touch to Mir, sliding warm hands up her legs and teasing his thumbs over the hollows her where thighs meet her groin, urging her towards Vin. "And yours, I hope," he adds with a grin.
For a moment, Miranda can't figure out which of them Vin is talking to, but then twigs that she's to go on his lap. She's already so aroused from this whole evening -- doing, talking, watching -- that she's ready for (almost) whatever they they say. She follows Mark's direction, as if she could anything else. Not that she wants to: she finds herself blindingly eager to please.
Vin just holds Miranda on his lap for a moment, cuddling her just a little. "We're gonna make you feel so good, girl," he says, nuzzling her neck. "Mark? Grab a condom for me, boy."
Mark hurries to obey, glad he'd had the forethought to suppose they might not make it as far as the bedroom last night -- there are condoms in the little drawer of the side table and he grabs one and turns back to Vin. "You want me to...?"
"Yeah," Vin says, rather glad they're using a condom. Be a little easier to hold back with one on, he thinks, his hands cupping and squeezing Miranda's breasts.
Miranda leans back and lets Vin's body surround her. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, and ends up clutching Vin's thighs as he touches her breasts. She does another belly-roll on Vin's lap and opens her legs because she can't possibly stand not to. She's no idea what Mark will do, and is eager to find out.
Mark tears the foil open and carefully rolls the condom down Vin's shaft, then leans in and flicks Mir's clit with the tip of his tongue as he slips the head of his lover's cock into the folds of her pussy.
Watching Mark is a bit weird, but feeling him, his tongue on her, that's brilliant. Miranda closes her eyes and leans forward to get a better angle on Vin's cock, steadying herself on Mark's shoulders. She hopes she's pleasing them, because, god, they're making her feel so good.
Moving his hands down Miranda's body to her hips, Vin holds her still while he thrusts up into her. He doesn't have much room to move, but it's actually good this way, rocking up into Miranda with short little stabs.
"Oh bloody hell," Miranda groans with the intensity of it. She can't help but move a little on Vin, though she's trying like mad not to lose contact with Mark's tongue. She's giddy with it, burning: all she can do is moan and hope she doesn't actually stop breathing.
Mark's hard and desperate himself, and growing more desperate by the moment, surrounded as he is by the taste and smell and sight of Vin's cock driving into Miranda. He's groaning as he licks them both, laving his tongue over Vin's balls and then teasing Mir's clit, dipping into her stretched folds to get to Vin's latex-covered shaft and then nibbling Mir's tender lips, hot and swollen and slick with her arousal. He can feel the precum leaking from the slit of his cock, dripping down in a slow tease, and he's so close to begging he can taste it beneath the heady musk of sex.
"Make her come," Vin says, reaching up to toy with one of Miranda's nipples. He pinches and tugs at it, listening to the lovely sounds she makes.
Miranda moans, it's so good that she can barely stand it. She clutches Mark's back, sweaty hands slippery and hot.
Sliding his hands to Miranda's hips and holding tight as she rides Vin's cock, Mark teases her towards the edge of her climax, working to send her over. He knows she's close, recognizes the way her thighs tremble, the pitch of her voice, and he wants Vin to feel her clenching around him, wants her to feel Vin's thick cock buried inside her when she comes.
"Oh, ooooooooooh," Miranda's getting so close, it's fucking fantastic. She arches forward, then misses Mark's mouth, which can't reach her clit that way, so she leans back to give him better access. He's driving her mad, pushing her all the way to orgasm, making her scream as she comes.
"Fuck," Vin growls, dropping his hands to her hips as he pushes up into her. He manages a few more thrusts before he's coming, his hands hard enough on her skin to leave bruises.
Mark's groaning with them, kneeling back to watch the way they move as she climaxes around him and he spills inside her. They're beautiful together, her fair skin against his dark, his big hands on her slim hips, strawberry blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, and Mark's own erection is aching.
Miranda moans, "Oh god, bloody fabulous," as she collapses onto Vin. She can feel her whole body throbbing against both of them, heart beating even faster.
"Poor boy," Vin says, after he catches his breath. "You want something? Maybe your girl's pretty hands all over your cock?" He nips Miranda's ear. "Why don't you get down there and make my boy feel good."
She doesn't really want to move -- she's tired and worn out. But Vin's right, Mark deserves some attention after all he's lavished on her. And Miranda wants to make Mark happy, make Vin happy, follow directions because that's what they want. So she pulls off Vin's cock and slithers down to Mark's lap, rubbing her sweaty chest across his and leaning in for a long lovely kiss.
Mark moans, pressing into the kiss and his fingers clench against Mir's hips, his cock jerking at her closeness as if straining towards her.
His reaction is delicious, so needy and desperate. Miranda is tempted to tease him, pay him back a little for how he makes her feel. But it was his tongue on her clit that made her come, and she's greedy for his pleasure. She'd slide right down on him, but Vin said hands, so hands it is: rubbing up and down Mark's full cock. A little too much friction, so she leans back and makes a show of licking a hand, tongue running wetly from palm to fingertips, and then pumps him with it. It's so good, watching for each flicker on his face, feeling each quiver and tremor in his body as he gets closer.
"Oh...god..." Mark breathes as he watches Miranda's wet tongue slicking her hand, her flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her skin, pupils wide and dark, and when she touches him he cries out, gasping. "God, yes," he groans, thrusting into the circle of her hand, "god, fuck yes," and it's all he can do not to push her back into Vin's arms and take her a second time.
"You want more?" Vin asks. It's an easy enough guess, why wouldn't Mark want more, with Miranda right there? He leans over and grabs a handful of Miranda's hair, pulling her back enough to display her to Mark. "You want to fuck her again?"
Miranda shouldn't like this so much, she shouldn't be excited by Vin manhandling her, offering her to Mark like a present. But, she bloody well is, and she can't keep from moaning, spreading her legs around Mark's, so he can have her if he wants.
One look at Vin's face and Mark knows he's serious, and then he's scrambling for a condom and leaning in to kiss Miranda, murmuring "Christ yes," into her mouth. It's only a moment to slick the latex on before he's lining up and pushing inside Miranda's wet heat, groaning at the gorgeous tightness and at the almost dazed look on her face as he takes her in his lover's arms.
"Yeah," Vin murmurs, bracing Miranda from behind, his hand still in her hair. "Give it to her, boy."
"Oh, yes, god yes," Miranda feels incredibly decadent and sexual as she grinds down on Mark's cock in her body. But when she tries to lean forward to kiss him, she's pulled up short by her hair, Vin holding it like a leash, and it's oddly arousing.
That one little movement is enough to topple Mark over the edge, Vin's hand in Miranda's hair keeping her helpless between them, and in another few hitching thrusts he's shuddering into his climax with a cry.
It's a rush, like a drug, hearing/feeling/seeing Mark come like that. Miranda could get addicted to it, or maybe she already is.
Panting softly, Mark all but collapses against Miranda and Vin, sliding his arms around both of them for a moment before he reaches down to hold the base of the condom as he draws carefully out of Miranda.
"Christ, you two are amazing," he says with a lopsided grin.
"I was just about to say the same thing," Vin says, sliding one hand down Miranda's body in between her and Mark. "You want to come again, girl?" he asks, teasing her clit lightly.
Until he'd touched her there, like that, Miranda would have assumed she couldn't possibly. But she's been surprised more than once tonight, and her body is answering for her, pushing onto Vin's fingers as her head falls back to chest. "Ohhhhh, yeah, I guess," she says, hoping she can, she doesn't disappoint them.
"That's a good girl," Vin says in her ear, as he sets up a steady rhythm over her clit with his finger. "C'mon, give it to us again, show Mark how good you are, how much you like it."
She does like it, Miranda does want to show Mark (and Vin), how much she likes it, but she's not sure she can come on command. Not yet, no matter how bloody wonderful Vin's fingers are.
Mark can't just let this scene pass by in front of him. Figuring Vin'll pop him if it's too much, Mark nuzzles in close and licks around Vin's talented fingers, teasing his tongue into the seawater and musk folds of Mir's pussy and tasting them both together, driving his tongue inside her as Vin strokes her clit.
That is unexpected, and Miranda's a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation. She moans and wriggles a little; tries to relax and enjoy the experience.
"Give in to it," Vin says, licking and nibbling lightly at her ear and neck. "Just go with what Mark's doing and let yourself feel it." He reaches down and around Miranda to rest his hand on the back of Mark's neck. "He'll be there as long as you need."
Miranda's trying to let herself feel it, and that's half the problem. She wishes she could just get it over with and that's not a good sign. And here she is with the two of them, gorgeous men, struggling inside, shifting just a little in their arms, wishing she knew what she needed.
Mark can tell there's something going on, can feel the wrong kind of tension, somehow, like she's struggling for something, and he shifts to his knees, licks up her belly to her throat. "What is it, pet?" he murmurs, slipping his hand through her hair and finding Vin's fingers, tangling them together with the strands. "We pushing too hard?" He nips at her lips, kissing her quickly, and lets his grin peek through. "Not hard enough?"
Her body answers for her, twitching at his last question. They can all feel it. She does want harder, though she's not sure what that might mean. If Miranda could hide her blush, she would, but pinned between them, there's nowhere to turn.
"Be a good girl and tell us what you want," Vin says, deciding that she needs a little pushing. "We'll give it to you if you tell us, girl."
That seems a bit over the fence, but Miranda will have a go, if she must. "Erm, push me harder?" Her blush seems to be covering her whole chest now, she's not asked for anything like this before. Not in words, even with Mark.
"Push you how, baby?" Mark murmurs, nuzzling close to kiss her mouth, stroking her cheek. "Push you over something solid and fuck you again? Spank that pretty ass of yours? C'mon, sweetheart, you can tell us." He twines his fingers through hers and smiles. "If you can trust us enough to do it, surely you can trust us enough to tell us."
"Just..." Miranda stammers, because she wants it all, "I don't think I can come, not unless you, well, make me, somehow." His kiss is comforting but she's all wound up and desperate for them to hold her down or push her around or something.
Vin looks over her head at Mark, raising an eyebrow. He's pretty sure that anything he can think of will be too much for Miranda and yet, if she won't be more specific, she's going to end up in over her head. It's a lesson but not one he's sure he wants to teach her. Mark's spanked her, though -- Vin knows that much -- so maybe that's the trick. And afterwards, we're going to have a little chat about being upfront about what she wants.
Sitting up a little, Vin pulls Miranda over his lap. "Get your hand under her," he says to Mark. "Play with her while I spank her."
Mark leans in to ghost a kiss over Vin's lips, then slips his hand down and around to tease into the folds of Mir's pussy, flicking over her clit before seeking out the spot that always makes her squirm.
She can barely think, feels like a doll in Vin's hands, as he moves her around. They're going so fast that she's stunned. She should say 'red' or at least 'yellow', and she's going to, really, because she's torn between want and fear. There on his lap, before Vin actually gets going, Mark's hand touches her clit, and she's exploding right then and there. "Fuck, oh god," she's practically screaming, almost falling off Vin's legs, quaking with the strength of the orgasm.
"Good girl," Vin says, running his hand over Miranda's slightly pink ass. "Seems we found the right trigger," he says to Mark with a grin.
Mark chuckles, kissing Miranda's ass and then kneeling back, stroking her skin. "Looks like it. God, what a fucking hot trigger, too. How you doing, gorgeous?"
Miranda tries to talk but she can't say a thing, she's breathing as though she'd run a marathon, and words are not making sense at the moment. She mumbles "mmhumm" and leans against Vin. It's still overwhelming her, still too much to take in.
"I think we broke her," Mark says with a grin, and he scoots around to climb up onto the couch beside Miranda and Vin. "How're you, lover?" he asks, stroking the back of Vin's neck.
Holding Miranda close, Vin leans back against Mark. "I'm good, babe," he says. They all need to talk, but for the moment he's happy to just sit here with a contented woman in his arms and his lover behind him.
Fandom: Actorslash, Alternate Universe (Hong Kong-verse)
Pairing: Miranda Otto/Vin Diesel/Mark Lutz
Authors: msilverstar1, telesilla, and zillah975
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: After the debauching they were going to talk. No, really....
Series: (Hong Kong -verse, really AU) Miranda's a travel writer, Mark's a photographer, and Vin owns an import/export business; they meet in Hong Kong, and get along from the start.
Feedback: Please! And constructive criticism of all kinds. Anyone who knows Hong Kong and wants to correct us, we'd love that.
Archive: Generally OK, but notification required - send email to archive at msilverstar dot com.
Notes: We wanted to collaborate on writing kinky sex. So we decided to start with two characters from an RPG and send them off into an AU. Then Vin was added to the mix and that's how we got here.
[Takes place directly after "First Impressions"]
A little while later, all three of them are wrapped in bathrobes and lounging on the couch in a comfortable pile. Mark has one arm around Vin and is idly working the tangles out of Mir's hair, and another bottle of wine is open on the coffee table.
Mark feels sinfully content. "Is everyone else as relaxed as I am?" he asks with a smile. "I keep thinking I should put some music on or something, but I don't wanna move."
"This is when I'd want to be a Super Hero like that guy in the Fantastic Four," Vin says with a laugh. "The elastic one. I could reach across the room and turn on the stereo. Be easier to get my arms around both of you too."
That image makes Miranda giggle a bit, but she likes the idea of Vin holding them both. Gives her a little lift, that he even says it. She twists a little on Mark, and slides partway down into one of the angles between the blokes. "Don't need music," she sighs, "this is fine." She puts her head back to lean against Mark's shoulder and closes her eyes.
Mark kisses her hair, then tips his head back. "See, this is when I want a houseboy," he murmurs, fingers playing gently over the back of Vin's neck. "Or a robot dog. Someone to turn on the music and pour the wine. Maybe bring a little snack."
"I'd rather have a houseboy," Vin says. "Those robot dogs are a little freaky. But a pretty boy...." He laughs a little, glancing at Miranda to see how she's taking the line of conversation.
"Or a pretty girl," Mark says with a grin. "We could get a nice little outfit for her to wear -- emphasis on 'little,'" he goes on idly, still working at the tangles in Mir's hair. "Something in red, I think. She'd be a lot better than a robot dog."
Laughing, Vin runs a hand along Miranda's leg in a lazy caress. "I like it," he says, still sounding amused. "Red is much better than one of those cliched French maid outfits."
Miranda just rolls her eyes, and sighs. Men "You're both such bludgers." But she can't hide her smile, and her hands go on stroking them both.
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying," Mark says with a laugh. "God, you'd look so cute in a little red teddy and garters, kneeling there all sweet and attentive to offer us the wine or -- peel a grape or something."
"Not quite my style," Miranda answers, still happy. She's surprised at how comfortable she is, teasing about all this, knowing that she's putty in Mark's hands. She shivers a bit, realizing that she probably would serve him if he wanted her to, and Vin as well. "Red silk and garters, on the other hand, are quite," Miranda licks Mark while she runs her hands along Vin's neck and shoulder, "mmm, quite an attractive idea."
"I'd like to see that," Vin says, grinning at her. "What I'd really like to see is you dressed up nicely somewhere and knowing that you had that kind of thing on underneath. That while you looked quite proper, there's a tarty girl there that only Mark and I know about."
Miranda blushes a bit: she likes that idea. Them knowing. Then coming back to the flat, and having wild sex. She squirms, and says, "That sounds all right," trying not to seem to eager.
"We'll go shopping later, maybe," Mark says. "Find you something suitably slutty to wear under one of your pretty dresses, then take you out to dinner, maybe dancing afterwards." He shoots Vin a quick grin and nudges Miranda's ear with his lips, murmuring, "Back you up against Vin in a shadowy corner of the dance floor. Make a yummy little Mir sandwich, and no one'd ever know except us."
"Oh," Miranda answers, faintly. She should have known Mark would want to have sex in public, like at the art gallery. It's not usually her thing, but bloody hell, the idea of him and Vin both around her... "No hurry," she finally manages, and it seems right. Let him work for it a bit. Just because she turns into a quivering mass of jelly around him doesn't mean he should get everything right away.
"So shy," Vin says, reaching across Miranda to grip the back of Mark's neck. "Not like a certain boy I know."
Mark laughs. "Hey, I could do shy if you wanted me to," he says, though he can't help the sudden rush of desire he always feels when Vin touches him like that, can't help the way he arches his neck into Vin's hand. "Well, I could try anyway," he amends with a grin.
"I think your shy days are long gone," Vin says with a chuckle. He looks at Miranda. "What do you think? Can you even imagine Mark being shy?"
Grinning back, Miranda says, "Not a chance, I think he's an exhibitionist." She leans over and kisses Vin, maybe the first time she's done that. He is a lovely kisser, and god, he's big. She feels delicate and tiny next to him, as though he could break her without trying hard. Though he seems to be careful with what he's doing. In control of himself. In control of Mark. Might be soon in control of her. That makes her shiver a bit, but if Mark trusts him, that's quite a vote of confidence.
Chuckling, Mark shakes his head. "I'm not an exhibitionist," he says while Miranda kisses his lover. "I like showing other people off. It's different."
Oh fucking god, that hits Miranda like a ton of bricks. What has happened to her pride, her head, her common sense? She knows she'd go along with it, and it would would be incredibly sexy, and it boggles her mind. She tries to control herself and hopes that whimper didn't escape.
"You should show her off for me," Vin says. "Buy her some sexy things and," he leans back, looking at both of them, "show off the newest harem girl to the sultan."
"That is an excellent idea," Mark says with a grin. "I don't suppose I could talk you into dressing the part, could I? You'd look hot as a sultan."
Vin plays well as the sultan, all big shoulders and commanding presence. Miranda feels a bit more comfortable, now. "When I was in Egypt, I did some belly dancing, in the women's quarters. They taught me both kinds, the folkdances and the ones they show men." She does a little belly roll. "I would be honored to entertain the most sublime sultan."
Mark can't help himself -- when Mir does the little roll, he tickles her just to hear her squeak, then kisses her ear. "I'd love that," he says. "Do you have some of those little finger bell things?"
Miranda shakes her head: she's kept almost nothing from her travels. "Sorry, no. But I'm sure I can find some here. You can find everything in Hong Kong."
Mark chuckles. "That's certainly true. I know half a dozen places where we could find the whole outfit and," he adds teasingly, "an audience for you who'd be all too happy to see the entire performance."
"Smart-arse," Miranda answers, whapping Mark on the shoulder. Mark's taking the piss, again. She knows he's not that serious, but it's the things he chooses to tease her about that make her feel a bit odd. It's all those sexy fantasies she's had in her head and never told anyone. If he talks about them like this, they seem so sordid.
Mark laughs and hugs her close. "You know I wouldn't," he says, kissing her hair. "Not unless you wanted it."
Miranda sighs and lets him cuddle her. "I don't really know, I don't, not very much." She looks at the both of them, "You're the experts, I haven't a clue what to do now."
"Are you talking about the dancing fantasy? Or the whole thing?' Vin asks, petting her back. It's been a while since he's played with anyone this new to the scene, and he hopes they're not rushing things too much. She seems so serious some times; I hope she can tell when we're joking.
Blushing, she looks up at Vin. "This whole... whatever it is. What you expect from me." Miranda knows they tease a lot but, bloody hell, there are so many layers here she feels like she's drowning.
"Oh, you know, mostly just a whole lot of orgasms," Mark says airily, then grins again and kisses her cheek. "In all seriousness, Mir," he goes on, "it's like any other relationship -- we figure it out together, including the expectations. So," shrugging, "the usual stuff." He starts ticking them off on his fingers. "Honesty. A certain amount of slack cut for one another's foibles and in case of misunderstanding. Honesty. The orgasms thing definitely falls in there. Trust, which we all earn from each other. And, um... oh. Honesty. Which includes being honest with ourselves," he adds. "It may sound like a no-brainer, but it can be hard when you're not sure if you're supposed to want what you think you want."
"Erm... yeah, sounds right." Miranda's a bit stunned, but pleased that Mark is so gung-ho about this... relationship. Most men hate that word. "Honesty. Erm. Honestly, I'm terrified and thrilled at the same time. It's the best roller coaster ride I've ever been on."
"Which is why we do it," Vin says. He smiles a little and brings his hand up level with the top of her head. "And why you need to be this tall to ride it." The joke made, he slides his hand down through her hair, fingers combing through the tousled strands.
"It's alright to be afraid," he says. "When you really look at it, you're do the same thing here that you do for a living: going to a new country and learning about a new way of life. And that can be more than a little frightening; will the natives welcome you, will you fit in, how do the customs differ from what you're used to...." He grins. "Mark and I are your native guides and even that's a little scary because you have to trust us to get by here. But, you also have to realize that this is where we live and we're proud of it; we want you to see it at its best."
Miranda musters a smile at that; she's made the analogy before and it works for her. "I like that, it's good. Native guides." Her body sags a bit as the tension melts down. "Trust you, trust you both, and I'll try... I'll tell you when it's too much for me." She's got to remember that, because these blokes will push, and she can't let them swamp her.
Mark hugs her closer. "Good," he says. "'Cause neither Vin nor I want to push you into doing something you don't want. Ever." He kisses her hair, nuzzling close. "Maybe give you a nudge towards things you do want, but are a little afraid of, though."
"You make it so bloody easy to be nudged," Miranda says, leaning back. She feels like she's floating in a hot spring, currents of cold and boiling water flowing around her. Whatever that means. "I like it when you nudge." She tilts her head back to kiss Mark, and hooks a knee over Vin's leg, sprawling in blatant invitation.
"Seems like someone's feeling a little greedy," Vin says, running a hand up Miranda's leg, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh.
"Mmmm," Miranda smiles into the kiss and turns to look at Vin. She lets her hand wander over Mark's neck and shoulders, feeling very decadent between the two of them. "I prefer to think of it as responsive, or maybe interested." Rather proud of herself, she is, for keeping her voice light when Vin's doing that to her.
"Also good things," Mark says with a smile, sliding his hand up Mir's thigh in a mirror of Vin's. "Nothing wrong with greedy, though," and he nudges close, lips to her earlobe, and nibbles gently. "I'm greedy," he murmurs. "Vin gets greedy sometimes." He glances at his lover and nips. "I like it when he's greedy."
Miranda can't believe how sexual she's become, how decadently she's spread out for them, letting them do what they like with her. Drive her mad with their touches. Then Mark's words strike a cord and she wonders what it's like when Vin gets greedy. And shivers, cos it's not all about her, they're lovers first, before whatever they are to her. Decides she needs to know, "What does he do, when he's, greedy?"
Chuckling, Mark kisses her, sucks her lower lip into his mouth and bites softly. "Whatever he wants to," he whispers with a grin. "Wicked things. Things that leave you aching the next day, and feeling like you know what the world looks like from inside the tiger's mouth. Or soft, sweet things that last for hours." He laughs again and nips. "Or both. Or something else altogether. Whatever he wants to, pet."
Whatever he wants to. Miranda shivers again; it's not just what he might -- will -- do to her, not any more. She's never been interested in watching sex, but these two make her want to be a voyeur. She turns to Vin, to see what will happen next.
"You're making me sound like a monster, babe," Vin says giving Mark a hard stare. Keeping his hand light on Miranda's thigh, he reaches across her to grab Mark's arm, squeezing hard. "You trying to scare the lady?"
"Monster?" Mark says, wide-eyed and trying for as much innocence as he can muster. That grip on his arm has his attention, but he can tell Vin's not seriously annoyed, and he swallows a little, partly for effect and partly because Vin just does that to him. "I don't think you sound like a monster." He turns to Miranda. "Do you think I made him sound like a monster?"
They're such boys, and she likes the way they banter. "Not a monster, more like, an absolute monarch. With, erm, willing subjects."
"How willing?" Vin says, looking at Mark. "Willing to show your friend here what you can take? " He smiles a little reassuringly at Miranda before looking back at Mark. "What a slut you are?"
Mark's fingers twitch faintly on Mir's thigh. That tone, the words, the effect they have is as fast and inevitable as ever, never fails to get him hard, and he swallows again. "Anything for you," he answers, and he bites back the sir, the your slut, only because he's not sure whether Vin wants them yet.
Oh god,, Miranda realizes that her mouth is hanging open and closes it, absently. She's riveted by the intensity between the two of them, relieved -- mostly -- that it's not directed at her.
"Good boy," Vin says. "Why don't you get over here and put that mouth of yours to good use." He moves Miranda a little so that Mark will be able to get his robe open. "Just remember," he says to her, "what I want from Mark isn't necessarily what either of us want from you."
Miranda nods, grateful for both the reassurance, and the beckoning whirlpool of possibility contained in the word necessarily.
Mark slips off the couch and around Miranda, pausing to plant a little kiss on her knee as he goes, and then he's sliding his hands up Vin's thighs, parting the robe and nuzzling in, breathing his lover's scent of soap and warm skin. It's a little odd, doing this with Miranda right there, but not bad odd. Just different.
And god, Vin smells so fucking perfect, tastes perfect when Mark laves his tongue over Vin's balls and sucks them into his mouth as much as he can, not bothering to stop the little groan that's muffled around them. Feels so perfect as he wraps his hand around Vin's cock and strokes downward, then licks up the shaft, his free hand splayed on Vin's thigh and fingers digging in, massaging muscle there and pushing his legs further apart.
Mark looks so comfortable, so beautifully sexual, on his knees before Vin. Miranda wonders if she'll ever be so easy with all this kinky stuff, either the watching or the doing. Her chest is tight as a drum, and she tries to remember to breathe, but it's overwhelming her a little.
Growling, Vin puts on hand on the back of Mark's neck, squeezing it a little. "Good boy," he says, his other hand still idly stroking Miranda. "Show your girl how much like like this. Show me how much you like it."
It's easy to comply; Mark thinks he could spend his whole life just like this, surrounded by his lover and taking him in. He slides the head of Vin's cock into his mouth, licking at the slit before he begins sucking down the shaft, humming around it. And he wants for Mir to see how good this is, how good it feels to give yourself over to someone this way, how much power there is in it, and how much vulnerability. And how much fun. Vin's thick cock stretches him as he takes him deep, and it feels so good, so right to be here, and he's working his hands against the muscles of Vin's thighs, struggling not to move his hand to his own erection.
Miranda's glad for the warm grounding of Vin's hand. Mark on his knees makes everything topsy-turvy. With her, Mark was so much in control, and now... He does like it, that's obvious. Miranda can't tear her eyes away: it's not a porno, it's real and intimate, and they're choosing to share it with her.
Reaching out, Vin pulls Miranda closer, leaning in to kiss her hard. This -- kissing Miranda while Mark goes down on him -- is perfect, decadently perfect, and Vin moans into Miranda's mouth.
Heart beating double-time, Miranda kisses back as best she can, but it's like channeling a flood. Vin just takes what he wants, but she finds herself wanting to give more. His moan vibrates through her whole body, and she twists forward into him, glad to be doing something instead of just watching.
Mark loves those little sounds, the soft movements that tell him his lover and his girl are getting cozy, could tell from the way Vin's cock twitches in his mouth even if he couldn't hear them. He sucks Vin deep and swallows around him, his own sounds muffled around his lover's cock, and he's starting to get greedy.
"Look at him," Vin says when he finally pulls away from the kiss. "Look how greedy he is for it." He puts his hand on the back of Mark's neck again. "You love doing this, don't you boy?"
Mark doesn't try to push against that hand, just nods as best he can with Vin buried in his throat, and begins humming, moaning around him, slipping one hand down to cup Vin's balls.
This is what it feels like to have your mind blown. Miranda can barely think any more, and a giggle escapes her, because of course, it's Vin's cock that's being blown. "Sorry, not laughing at you," she says, hurriedly. "This is... so much..." she tries to explain.
"'S'alright," Vin says, his chuckle turning into a moan as Mark does something amazing with his tongue. He leans toward Miranda for another kiss, sliding the robe off her shoulders as he does. He strokes her neck and arm as they kiss, trying to decide how to play this.
Admiring Vin's ability to do anything else, while Mark's going down on him, Miranda shivers at the cooler air on her skin. She can't help making a pleased noise at his caress, wanting more of his hands, more everything.
"Enough," Vin growls to Mark as he reaches a decision. He looks at Miranda, reaching to finish pulling her robe off. "Let's have you up on my lap with your back to me." He grins down at Mark. "You can keep her busy while I'm having her."
"My pleasure," Mark says, his thick-voiced, and he turns his touch to Mir, sliding warm hands up her legs and teasing his thumbs over the hollows her where thighs meet her groin, urging her towards Vin. "And yours, I hope," he adds with a grin.
For a moment, Miranda can't figure out which of them Vin is talking to, but then twigs that she's to go on his lap. She's already so aroused from this whole evening -- doing, talking, watching -- that she's ready for (almost) whatever they they say. She follows Mark's direction, as if she could anything else. Not that she wants to: she finds herself blindingly eager to please.
Vin just holds Miranda on his lap for a moment, cuddling her just a little. "We're gonna make you feel so good, girl," he says, nuzzling her neck. "Mark? Grab a condom for me, boy."
Mark hurries to obey, glad he'd had the forethought to suppose they might not make it as far as the bedroom last night -- there are condoms in the little drawer of the side table and he grabs one and turns back to Vin. "You want me to...?"
"Yeah," Vin says, rather glad they're using a condom. Be a little easier to hold back with one on, he thinks, his hands cupping and squeezing Miranda's breasts.
Miranda leans back and lets Vin's body surround her. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, and ends up clutching Vin's thighs as he touches her breasts. She does another belly-roll on Vin's lap and opens her legs because she can't possibly stand not to. She's no idea what Mark will do, and is eager to find out.
Mark tears the foil open and carefully rolls the condom down Vin's shaft, then leans in and flicks Mir's clit with the tip of his tongue as he slips the head of his lover's cock into the folds of her pussy.
Watching Mark is a bit weird, but feeling him, his tongue on her, that's brilliant. Miranda closes her eyes and leans forward to get a better angle on Vin's cock, steadying herself on Mark's shoulders. She hopes she's pleasing them, because, god, they're making her feel so good.
Moving his hands down Miranda's body to her hips, Vin holds her still while he thrusts up into her. He doesn't have much room to move, but it's actually good this way, rocking up into Miranda with short little stabs.
"Oh bloody hell," Miranda groans with the intensity of it. She can't help but move a little on Vin, though she's trying like mad not to lose contact with Mark's tongue. She's giddy with it, burning: all she can do is moan and hope she doesn't actually stop breathing.
Mark's hard and desperate himself, and growing more desperate by the moment, surrounded as he is by the taste and smell and sight of Vin's cock driving into Miranda. He's groaning as he licks them both, laving his tongue over Vin's balls and then teasing Mir's clit, dipping into her stretched folds to get to Vin's latex-covered shaft and then nibbling Mir's tender lips, hot and swollen and slick with her arousal. He can feel the precum leaking from the slit of his cock, dripping down in a slow tease, and he's so close to begging he can taste it beneath the heady musk of sex.
"Make her come," Vin says, reaching up to toy with one of Miranda's nipples. He pinches and tugs at it, listening to the lovely sounds she makes.
Miranda moans, it's so good that she can barely stand it. She clutches Mark's back, sweaty hands slippery and hot.
Sliding his hands to Miranda's hips and holding tight as she rides Vin's cock, Mark teases her towards the edge of her climax, working to send her over. He knows she's close, recognizes the way her thighs tremble, the pitch of her voice, and he wants Vin to feel her clenching around him, wants her to feel Vin's thick cock buried inside her when she comes.
"Oh, ooooooooooh," Miranda's getting so close, it's fucking fantastic. She arches forward, then misses Mark's mouth, which can't reach her clit that way, so she leans back to give him better access. He's driving her mad, pushing her all the way to orgasm, making her scream as she comes.
"Fuck," Vin growls, dropping his hands to her hips as he pushes up into her. He manages a few more thrusts before he's coming, his hands hard enough on her skin to leave bruises.
Mark's groaning with them, kneeling back to watch the way they move as she climaxes around him and he spills inside her. They're beautiful together, her fair skin against his dark, his big hands on her slim hips, strawberry blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, and Mark's own erection is aching.
Miranda moans, "Oh god, bloody fabulous," as she collapses onto Vin. She can feel her whole body throbbing against both of them, heart beating even faster.
"Poor boy," Vin says, after he catches his breath. "You want something? Maybe your girl's pretty hands all over your cock?" He nips Miranda's ear. "Why don't you get down there and make my boy feel good."
She doesn't really want to move -- she's tired and worn out. But Vin's right, Mark deserves some attention after all he's lavished on her. And Miranda wants to make Mark happy, make Vin happy, follow directions because that's what they want. So she pulls off Vin's cock and slithers down to Mark's lap, rubbing her sweaty chest across his and leaning in for a long lovely kiss.
Mark moans, pressing into the kiss and his fingers clench against Mir's hips, his cock jerking at her closeness as if straining towards her.
His reaction is delicious, so needy and desperate. Miranda is tempted to tease him, pay him back a little for how he makes her feel. But it was his tongue on her clit that made her come, and she's greedy for his pleasure. She'd slide right down on him, but Vin said hands, so hands it is: rubbing up and down Mark's full cock. A little too much friction, so she leans back and makes a show of licking a hand, tongue running wetly from palm to fingertips, and then pumps him with it. It's so good, watching for each flicker on his face, feeling each quiver and tremor in his body as he gets closer.
"Oh...god..." Mark breathes as he watches Miranda's wet tongue slicking her hand, her flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her skin, pupils wide and dark, and when she touches him he cries out, gasping. "God, yes," he groans, thrusting into the circle of her hand, "god, fuck yes," and it's all he can do not to push her back into Vin's arms and take her a second time.
"You want more?" Vin asks. It's an easy enough guess, why wouldn't Mark want more, with Miranda right there? He leans over and grabs a handful of Miranda's hair, pulling her back enough to display her to Mark. "You want to fuck her again?"
Miranda shouldn't like this so much, she shouldn't be excited by Vin manhandling her, offering her to Mark like a present. But, she bloody well is, and she can't keep from moaning, spreading her legs around Mark's, so he can have her if he wants.
One look at Vin's face and Mark knows he's serious, and then he's scrambling for a condom and leaning in to kiss Miranda, murmuring "Christ yes," into her mouth. It's only a moment to slick the latex on before he's lining up and pushing inside Miranda's wet heat, groaning at the gorgeous tightness and at the almost dazed look on her face as he takes her in his lover's arms.
"Yeah," Vin murmurs, bracing Miranda from behind, his hand still in her hair. "Give it to her, boy."
"Oh, yes, god yes," Miranda feels incredibly decadent and sexual as she grinds down on Mark's cock in her body. But when she tries to lean forward to kiss him, she's pulled up short by her hair, Vin holding it like a leash, and it's oddly arousing.
That one little movement is enough to topple Mark over the edge, Vin's hand in Miranda's hair keeping her helpless between them, and in another few hitching thrusts he's shuddering into his climax with a cry.
It's a rush, like a drug, hearing/feeling/seeing Mark come like that. Miranda could get addicted to it, or maybe she already is.
Panting softly, Mark all but collapses against Miranda and Vin, sliding his arms around both of them for a moment before he reaches down to hold the base of the condom as he draws carefully out of Miranda.
"Christ, you two are amazing," he says with a lopsided grin.
"I was just about to say the same thing," Vin says, sliding one hand down Miranda's body in between her and Mark. "You want to come again, girl?" he asks, teasing her clit lightly.
Until he'd touched her there, like that, Miranda would have assumed she couldn't possibly. But she's been surprised more than once tonight, and her body is answering for her, pushing onto Vin's fingers as her head falls back to chest. "Ohhhhh, yeah, I guess," she says, hoping she can, she doesn't disappoint them.
"That's a good girl," Vin says in her ear, as he sets up a steady rhythm over her clit with his finger. "C'mon, give it to us again, show Mark how good you are, how much you like it."
She does like it, Miranda does want to show Mark (and Vin), how much she likes it, but she's not sure she can come on command. Not yet, no matter how bloody wonderful Vin's fingers are.
Mark can't just let this scene pass by in front of him. Figuring Vin'll pop him if it's too much, Mark nuzzles in close and licks around Vin's talented fingers, teasing his tongue into the seawater and musk folds of Mir's pussy and tasting them both together, driving his tongue inside her as Vin strokes her clit.
That is unexpected, and Miranda's a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation. She moans and wriggles a little; tries to relax and enjoy the experience.
"Give in to it," Vin says, licking and nibbling lightly at her ear and neck. "Just go with what Mark's doing and let yourself feel it." He reaches down and around Miranda to rest his hand on the back of Mark's neck. "He'll be there as long as you need."
Miranda's trying to let herself feel it, and that's half the problem. She wishes she could just get it over with and that's not a good sign. And here she is with the two of them, gorgeous men, struggling inside, shifting just a little in their arms, wishing she knew what she needed.
Mark can tell there's something going on, can feel the wrong kind of tension, somehow, like she's struggling for something, and he shifts to his knees, licks up her belly to her throat. "What is it, pet?" he murmurs, slipping his hand through her hair and finding Vin's fingers, tangling them together with the strands. "We pushing too hard?" He nips at her lips, kissing her quickly, and lets his grin peek through. "Not hard enough?"
Her body answers for her, twitching at his last question. They can all feel it. She does want harder, though she's not sure what that might mean. If Miranda could hide her blush, she would, but pinned between them, there's nowhere to turn.
"Be a good girl and tell us what you want," Vin says, deciding that she needs a little pushing. "We'll give it to you if you tell us, girl."
That seems a bit over the fence, but Miranda will have a go, if she must. "Erm, push me harder?" Her blush seems to be covering her whole chest now, she's not asked for anything like this before. Not in words, even with Mark.
"Push you how, baby?" Mark murmurs, nuzzling close to kiss her mouth, stroking her cheek. "Push you over something solid and fuck you again? Spank that pretty ass of yours? C'mon, sweetheart, you can tell us." He twines his fingers through hers and smiles. "If you can trust us enough to do it, surely you can trust us enough to tell us."
"Just..." Miranda stammers, because she wants it all, "I don't think I can come, not unless you, well, make me, somehow." His kiss is comforting but she's all wound up and desperate for them to hold her down or push her around or something.
Vin looks over her head at Mark, raising an eyebrow. He's pretty sure that anything he can think of will be too much for Miranda and yet, if she won't be more specific, she's going to end up in over her head. It's a lesson but not one he's sure he wants to teach her. Mark's spanked her, though -- Vin knows that much -- so maybe that's the trick. And afterwards, we're going to have a little chat about being upfront about what she wants.
Sitting up a little, Vin pulls Miranda over his lap. "Get your hand under her," he says to Mark. "Play with her while I spank her."
Mark leans in to ghost a kiss over Vin's lips, then slips his hand down and around to tease into the folds of Mir's pussy, flicking over her clit before seeking out the spot that always makes her squirm.
She can barely think, feels like a doll in Vin's hands, as he moves her around. They're going so fast that she's stunned. She should say 'red' or at least 'yellow', and she's going to, really, because she's torn between want and fear. There on his lap, before Vin actually gets going, Mark's hand touches her clit, and she's exploding right then and there. "Fuck, oh god," she's practically screaming, almost falling off Vin's legs, quaking with the strength of the orgasm.
"Good girl," Vin says, running his hand over Miranda's slightly pink ass. "Seems we found the right trigger," he says to Mark with a grin.
Mark chuckles, kissing Miranda's ass and then kneeling back, stroking her skin. "Looks like it. God, what a fucking hot trigger, too. How you doing, gorgeous?"
Miranda tries to talk but she can't say a thing, she's breathing as though she'd run a marathon, and words are not making sense at the moment. She mumbles "mmhumm" and leans against Vin. It's still overwhelming her, still too much to take in.
"I think we broke her," Mark says with a grin, and he scoots around to climb up onto the couch beside Miranda and Vin. "How're you, lover?" he asks, stroking the back of Vin's neck.
Holding Miranda close, Vin leans back against Mark. "I'm good, babe," he says. They all need to talk, but for the moment he's happy to just sit here with a contented woman in his arms and his lover behind him.