Instinct
Pairing: Emilien C/Arthur Pic/Charles Pic
Rating: black flag
Warning: incest. I'm going to hell, I know.
They know it's wrong. All three of them know. Of course it is.
But it doesn't feel wrong.
This doesn't feel wrong, Arthur reaching out for Charles, fingers curling around his wrist, delicate little kisses trailed up the inside of his arm until Charles shivers, crawling closer. Arthur gasps, his grasp tightening around Charles shoulder, clinging on as he struggles not to feel completely overwhelmed, Emilien's hands curved around his hips, gently but insistently pulling him down onto his cock as he mouths at the nape of his neck. Charles reaches out, hand rubbing over Arthur's shaking thigh, crawling closer, his other hand nudging his brother's chin upwards, watching as his eyes flicker open, pupils blown wide, lips parted as he moans before his head falls back onto Emilien's shoulder. Emilien quirks a grin, holding Charles' gaze as he takes advantage of Arthur's bared neck to kiss over where his pulse thrums beneath pale skin, bites down and feels the vibration of Arthur's groan on his lips.
This has never felt wrong, it has simply felt natural, falling into this. It's so natural that they can't even remember where it started, maybe with the instinctive touches, touches that just spiralled into more. Emilien has slid into their relationship easily, he fits with them, between them, alongside them when they need him most. He's that person who knows them almost as intimately as they know each other, and it's never more obvious that when they're seeing each other at their most vulnerable - like when they're fucking, making love, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, limbs entwined, any combination. It doesn't matter that they're brothers, not when they're kissing so desperately that Emilien groans, eyes wide when Charles pulls back to look at him. He kisses him then, pressing close to them, letting Emilien's rhythm move Arthur against him, and it's Arthur's turn to moan as he watches the pair of them kiss close-up. And it's completely logistically crazy, but he can't help himself leaning in, slotting himself into their sloppy, messy, desperate kiss. This is how they work, slotting themselves around each other, as easily as breathing, and it's a good thing that it's instinctive, because they lose their minds when they're with each other, it's so easy to lose their minds with each other, let themselves be overwhelmed with the pure pleasure of it all. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel wrong, because they don't think about how it should be wrong, they just feel, and if it feels right then it can't be wrong.
Rating: black flag
Warning: incest. I'm going to hell, I know.
They know it's wrong. All three of them know. Of course it is.
But it doesn't feel wrong.
This doesn't feel wrong, Arthur reaching out for Charles, fingers curling around his wrist, delicate little kisses trailed up the inside of his arm until Charles shivers, crawling closer. Arthur gasps, his grasp tightening around Charles shoulder, clinging on as he struggles not to feel completely overwhelmed, Emilien's hands curved around his hips, gently but insistently pulling him down onto his cock as he mouths at the nape of his neck. Charles reaches out, hand rubbing over Arthur's shaking thigh, crawling closer, his other hand nudging his brother's chin upwards, watching as his eyes flicker open, pupils blown wide, lips parted as he moans before his head falls back onto Emilien's shoulder. Emilien quirks a grin, holding Charles' gaze as he takes advantage of Arthur's bared neck to kiss over where his pulse thrums beneath pale skin, bites down and feels the vibration of Arthur's groan on his lips.
This has never felt wrong, it has simply felt natural, falling into this. It's so natural that they can't even remember where it started, maybe with the instinctive touches, touches that just spiralled into more. Emilien has slid into their relationship easily, he fits with them, between them, alongside them when they need him most. He's that person who knows them almost as intimately as they know each other, and it's never more obvious that when they're seeing each other at their most vulnerable - like when they're fucking, making love, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, limbs entwined, any combination. It doesn't matter that they're brothers, not when they're kissing so desperately that Emilien groans, eyes wide when Charles pulls back to look at him. He kisses him then, pressing close to them, letting Emilien's rhythm move Arthur against him, and it's Arthur's turn to moan as he watches the pair of them kiss close-up. And it's completely logistically crazy, but he can't help himself leaning in, slotting himself into their sloppy, messy, desperate kiss. This is how they work, slotting themselves around each other, as easily as breathing, and it's a good thing that it's instinctive, because they lose their minds when they're with each other, it's so easy to lose their minds with each other, let themselves be overwhelmed with the pure pleasure of it all. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel wrong, because they don't think about how it should be wrong, they just feel, and if it feels right then it can't be wrong.